Because the music there is so loud, the smell of alcohol is so nauseating, the smell of cigarettes, the smell of perfume, and even... the smell of sex.
Chuntao didn't like it very much, so she stopped going the next day.
I can only wait for Wu Nan to come back every day, like a bird in a cage.
She originally thought that when she came to Wancheng, she would definitely start a new life and be happy, but now she realized that she was not as comfortable as living in Jiangcheng.
For a moment, Chuntao felt a trace of regret, regretting not listening to the young lady.
In the middle of the night, Chuntao tossed and turned alone, unable to fall asleep, and did not close her eyes until dawn.
However, Wu Nan didn't come back until dawn, and she didn't continue to call.
On the other hand, after the accident at Ai Chen's concert, it made the news.
Wang Junxian panicked at first, fearing that something might happen to Hua Zhi.
Later, I read the news that Hua Zhi was safe and sound, and left the scene with Ai Chen, and was escorted by bodyguards, so I was relieved.
After what happened to Ye Lan last time, the two fell into a cold war again.
No one contacted anyone, and Hua Zhi seemed to be calm, and never sent WeChat, not even Moments.
Waiting for Wang Junxian to come to apologize, but Wang Junxian didn't feel that he was wrong and didn't need to apologize, so he just held back.
It is said that in the twelve constellations, there are three earth signs, namely Virgo, Taurus, and Capricorn.
Among them, the king of holding back is Capricorn. The reason is very simple, and I don't say anything at all.
His thinking is, if you don't understand me, I said there is a bird
If you understand me, do you still need me to say it
Therefore, Hua Zhi once questioned herself, why is there such a creature as a Capricorn in this world? Especially Capricorn men, they should be beaten to death with a stick.
Hua Zhi once complained to Feng Xi and Hua Sheng that if they were in a relationship in the future, if they heard that the other party was a Capricorn.
Just beat him to death with a stick, and then life will be complete.
Feng Xi was so happy that he almost smoked, and said that Hua Zhi was a joke.
Hua Sheng understood Hua Zhi quite well, after all, she had seen how stubborn Wang Junxian was.
After Hua Zhi returned home, she took a bath and ate something, and after a lot of tossing, it was almost dawn.
She was lying on the bed, holding her mobile phone, waiting for that person to send a WeChat message.
But there was no movement at all...
"I'm so mad, you know I'm at the concert, and you know something happened at the concert, so why don't you ask?"
"Wang Junxian, you are a big bastard, there is nothing good about Wang."
"Why did I fall in love with him blindly?"
"No, I'm going to look for Xiaoxianrou tomorrow, so it's good to get some heat."
"Damn it, let Wang Junxian regret it."
"Let him get drunk, cry and sing to his old lady—a broken heart is like shards of glass, the stupidity of love will never recover."
Let Hua Zhi talk to himself, scolding Wang Junxian for sneezing continuously.
He remained indifferent, and even went to review Iron Man 123, but he didn't send Hua Zhi a WeChat message.
On the other side, Fengxi's house is more lively, Fengxi has recently become obsessed with an entertainment project.
That is to watch a short video live broadcast, and fell in love with a very cute boy who is an anchor.
The ID name is - your little star, it is said that the real name is Jiang Mingxing.
The boy is only 19 years old and is studying in college. Every night, he will broadcast live for a while, singing and playing the guitar.
Feng Xi thought he was very talented, so he became a fan.
However, tonight may have been stimulated, not only Lu Zhuanfan, but also tipped that kid.
Qin Wanyu was watching a football match and didn't pay attention to what she was playing.
But the voice of the male anchor came from the mobile phone—thank you my baby, thank you Feng Xi for the gift, love you, love you.
Qin Wanyu glanced sideways at Feng Xi, thinking he was hallucinating.