On the second day of the wedding, Sheng Congyun smashed the TV in the ward. She couldn't bear the endless broadcast of that flourishing wedding in front of her eyes. It was like Jiang Yingxue standing in front of her silently showing off, showing off her happiness.
Such indifferent and vicious women who can't save themselves when they die, why can't get retribution and still live such a good life
She secretly ran out while the nurse was taking care of the ward.
Li Qian was pouring wine one by one, surrounded by men and women who were frantically twisting their waists in a flurry of demons. Under the flashing lights, the wine was refracted into different colors.
He squinted his eyes, leaned tiredly into the sofa, and poured another sip of wine into his mouth. His eyes were dim, and he looked up to the far stage. Those silhouettes, under his sight, turned into twinkles. The aperture gradually became unclear.
A woman came over to tease him, but was thrown off by him irritably. The bar owner knew his background. He immediately had the urge to get angry when he saw him. He immediately drove everyone away and guarded him personally, for fear that the uncle would be unhappy and ruin his business.
Sheng Congyun vowed never to go into such a place again in her life, but she didn't expect that, but in just one year, she walked in again.
The wound on her forehead was not healed yet, with heavy gauze. She was wearing a skirt from a week ago and wrapped in a temporarily bought coat, so she walked in straight. His eyes scanned around, feeling anxious in his heart, for fear that a salted pig's hand would stretch out from somewhere to grab her in the next moment.
She called Li Qian's phone and turned it off. I went to Li Qian’s residence in Dongshan again, and there was no trace of him. Finally, I called his friend, the bar owner, and learned that he was drunk here.
The flustered gaze finally relaxed when she fell to the wide back on the bar. She pursed her lips and walked over, dragged the already drunk Li Qian, and whispered: "Li Qian, how are you?"
"Huh?" Li Qian looked up from the bar in a daze, squinted at her, shook his head and asked, "Who are you, I, I don't know you, go away!" He shook her away. The scent of wine smoked Sheng Congyun's headache, and his pale face became paler.
After staggering two steps into the chair behind, Sheng Congyun was also annoyed. She sneered and grabbed the wine glass and poured it on Li Qian's face. The cold wine made him sober a bit. She sneered, "Li Qian, what's the matter? , Jiang Yingxue gets married, you can't stand it, did you run here alone to relieve your troubles by drinking alcohol? But who can see you? Jiang Yingxue? She is afraid that she is mixing the oil with your uncle Mi and getting hit by the red wave now!"
Li Qian's eyes were cold, he squeezed his fist and stared at her, squeezing a word from his teeth, "Shut up!"
Sheng Congyun sneered, but still refused to let him go. She had been fed up with the shadow of Jiang Yingxue in her life, so she had to say it all today.
"Why, I can't stand this anymore? I haven't finished it yet! Li Qian, listen!" Her index finger poked his chest fiercely, her eyes cold, "You said that you never touched him since you married her. Did you pass Jiang Yingxue? It's good now, it's all cheaper, your brother, he is now, I'm afraid he doesn't know how to thank you for raising your hand! Hahaha!" She laughed wildly, her pale face was very sullen.