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It was like a basin of cold water boiling with ice chips was poured over his head, and Meng Shuyu's smile froze at the corners of his mouth.
With a little self-doubt, she broke down the sentence and understood it carefully from beginning to end.
I drank too much last night - I was not in my right mind.
Confiscated - having sex while drunk.
Treat you to a meal - spend money to compensate you.
The more tears filled your eyes the previous second, the more you feel like you are falling into an icy cellar the next second.
Meng Shuyu read this sentence three times over and over again. Every time he read it, his heart sank a little, until it finally sank to the bottom of the valley and became deadly quiet.
"I drank too much last night. If you mind, I'd like to treat you to a meal?"
This is a question.
He was asking her if she minded and if she wanted him to compensate her.
Meng Shuyu was actually stumped by the question for a moment.
Does she mind
Why should we mind if a man and a woman who love each other kiss
Doesn't she mind
What she thought was that he couldn't help himself turned out to be his drunken promiscuity. Was a simple "I mind" enough for her to say
What an advanced question.
It seemed like an insignificant sentence, but it almost led people into the logical trap he set.
Meng Shuyu stared at the screen of his mobile phone and suddenly found it a little ridiculous.
If she had not pushed him away last night but kissed him and even went further, would she have received such a sentence today
In the weekend forum emotional group, the atmosphere of "girls helping girls" is becoming more and more intense.
Meng Shuyu's phone kept vibrating, and new replies popped up one after another -
Sisters, if the other person suddenly throws a bucket of cold water on you when you think you should take a step forward, but suddenly warms your heart when you are discouraged, no matter what method he uses, you should be careful of this reverse response! No man who loves you will mess with your mentality like this!
Let me guess what reason this man will use today to explain his inability to control himself the night before. Oh, could it be that, by coincidence, he just happened to be drinking the night before:)
I've been drinking and am still sleepy. The atmosphere is set. Choose one of three gift packs for scumbags. If you are unlucky enough to receive one, sisters, please organize a counterattack immediately!
Although, this is definitely not the first time that this kind of scumbag has done this, and it is very likely that he has done multiple things at once. One less fish in the pond is nothing to him. The sisters who come here for help should not be able to kill a scumbag of this level. It is better to just run away. No matter what you hear this time, don't look back!
Meng Shuyu held the phone, his hands were so weak at first that he could hardly hold it, and then he used so much force that he almost crushed the phone.
Well, this is not the first time that such a high-level question is asked in such a familiar and casual tone.
Meng Shuyu's empty eyes slowly focused and he placed the cursor on the input box.
"It's okay, you just made the same mistake that all men make." Tan Qin stood behind Zhou Jun and saw him staring at the screen for a full minute. He couldn't help but steal a glance and read out Meng Shuyu's reply word by word.
Zhou Jun slowly turned his head and looked at him.
Tan Qin made a calm gesture to indicate that he would not disturb him, and walked away to the side. After half a minute, he suddenly pounded the sofa and laughed.
"How come there's always a mountain higher than the other? Is she sad or is she just mocking you for fun?"
"You guys on Extreme Social have screwed me over so much that I can't even do anything about it!"
"Can this fighting method prevent Alzheimer's disease?"
Zhou Jun frowned at Tan Qin's noisy voice and looked at Meng Shuyu's reply for nearly a minute.
In the last three seconds of the two-minute limit, Meng Shuyu withdrew the message.
Zhou Jun's eyes froze, and he tapped lightly with his knuckles on his forehead.
The difficulty of reading comprehension has visibly increased by one level.
At around seven o'clock in the evening, Meng Shuyu finally opened the three bags of hot pot takeout.
At noon, she didn't want to look at her phone anymore, so she threw it in the drawer in the living room and lay down on the bed in the bedroom.
I hadn't recovered from yesterday's fatigue to begin with, and as I was thinking about my troubles, I fell asleep again without knowing what time.
The blackout curtains on the balcony were always drawn. When she woke up, it was almost pitch dark in the room. She looked at the electronic clock on the bedside table and it was already seven o'clock in the evening.
Since she opened her eyes in the morning, she had only eaten a cup of cereal, and she didn't feel hungry until now, but her sense of time told her that she should eat.
After unpacking the ingredients, I found that the frozen hot pot meat had become limp, the pork tripe and chicken soup base in the thermos bag had also gone cold, and only the vegetables were still stubbornly fresh.
Fortunately, the weather was cool and the food was not so easy to spoil. Meng Shuyu went to the kitchen to heat up the soup base, poured it into the hot pot, turned on the fire, and then arranged the ingredients in boxes on the dining table.
Feeling like something was missing, he went to the refrigerator and got out a dozen beers.
Everything was ready, there were red and green things on the table, and the milky white soup in the hot pot was bubbling. It could barely be considered a sumptuous dinner.
Meng Shuyu opened the pull ring of the beer bottle, touched the pot in front of him, said "Happy weekend" to himself in his heart, and then started to cook the meat and vegetables.
Unfortunately, the hot pot that has been stored for a long time will always change its taste after secondary processing, and it is difficult to taste the freshness when eating it in a bitter mouth. Meng Shuyu found it difficult to chew after just a few bites, and even felt that the fishy smell of the meat was a bit disgusting.
After enduring for a while, Meng Shuyu turned off the hot pot, went to the balcony, opened the curtains, and pushed open the windows to ventilate and get rid of the smell.
When fresh air came in, she returned to the dining table. She no longer wanted to eat hotpot and just drank beer.
After drinking for a little after half past eight, a deep muffled sound suddenly came from the depths of the silent living room.
Meng Shuyu put down the umpteenth empty can and tried to identify the direction of the sound in confusion, but he didn't realize what the sound was.
She walked over following the sound, opened the drawer and saw that it was the cell phone she had thrown in at noon.
The caller ID shows "Chen Xing".
Meng Shuyu answered the phone and said "Hello" in a hoarse voice.
Chen Xing said anxiously, "I've been at a family gathering all day, and I just saw your message now. What's going on?"
Meng Shuyu remembered that she had sent a message to Chen Xing about Zhou Jun before she threw her phone away.
At that time, Chen Xing didn't reply for a long time, and she guessed that she was busy so she didn't call.
After a long silence, Meng Shuyu suddenly said, "Chen Xing, the hot pot tastes terrible—"
"ah?"
"I said the hot pot tastes terrible. It was delicious before, why is it so terrible today..."
Chen Xing heard Meng Shuyu's drunken voice and hissed softly, "No, who are you eating hot pot with?"
"No one," Meng Shuyu squatted down with the help of the closet door and sat cross-legged on the carpet, "I was alone at home..."
"What about Zhou Jun? Where did he go? Why didn't he say anything after saying that?"
Meng Shuyu's ears felt like they were pierced by a thorn, causing a sharp and intense pain.
After waking up at seven o'clock, I tried hard not to let the worries I had on my mind flood back into my mind.
It felt like her chest was filled with a handful of acid water. A slight shake made her heart feel numb and sore, and her whole body shivered.
When he opened his mouth again, Meng Shuyu's tears could not stop falling onto the carpet.
"Chen Xing, I was deceived."
"I've been waiting for so long, wondering when he'd ask me out, and now he says he's drunk?" Meng Shuyu laughed incredulously when she said this, "He said he was drunk and wanted to treat me to a meal to make up for it? Don't you think this is funny?"
"Chen Xing, he doesn't like me at all. He's just flying a kite. When he sees me getting farther away, he pulls the string back a little. When he sees me getting closer, he lets the string out again. He's just hanging me up..."
"He..." Chen Xing choked, "No, I don't understand, what does he want by keeping you hanging?"
Yeah, what does he want
Meng Shuyu was thinking about this question while lying in bed this afternoon.
Then I thought, does a man need any specific motive to keep a woman hanging
She is not bad looking, and always does funny things in front of him, which may be just enough to entertain him. She is also his assistant at work, and of course she is loyal to him because she likes him. She works 120% hard on every job, and in life, she can also help him solve the dilemma of the elderly at home urging him to get married...
Also, at times like last night, she could cook his drunken meal.
These small conveniences were enough for him to choose not to refuse.
Anyway, he only needed to talk to keep her hanging, it was effortless.
Even if one day she broke down like she did today, she could only cry alone and couldn't do anything to him.
Just as I was thinking about this, a ghostly male voice was blown in by the wind outside the window: "'Ambiguity makes people suffer a lot of grievances, and there is no evidence of love. When should we move forward and when should we give up-'"
Meng Shuyu stopped crying and looked up at the balcony.
The singing continued to float inward with the wind. I wonder who was singing so heartbreakingly.
Meng Shuyu stood up and walked to the balcony, shouting out the window: "Don't you know you're disturbing the neighbors in the middle of the night?"
"'I was very dissatisfied and began to doubt whether the person in front of me was the same as the real you—'"
"What a crap song! The tune has gone to Siberia. If you can't sing it, don't sing it!"
"'Ambiguity makes people greedy, until waiting loses its meaning, but you and I can't write an ending—'"
Meng Shuyu was so angry that she choked. She closed the window and drew the curtains tightly. She held her phone and said, "Listen to this. Rainie Yang's song says this. Does a scumbag need a reason to flirt with someone?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I overestimated him! Damn scumbag, stinky scumbag, a scumbag whose brain has been kicked by a donkey and stepped on by a cow's hoof!"
Chen Xing started to curse along, and Meng Shuyu sat back on the floor again. After a short break, tears started to fall again, and she sobbed: "Chen Xing, I don't want to see him anymore..."
"I want to leave tomorrow. It's not good here at all... I don't have my parents or you. I slept alone until seven in the evening, and no one came to wake me up..."
Just as he was saying this, the doorbell rang.
Meng Shuyu was distracted for a moment and slowly wiped away his tears.
Could it be that the neighbor who sang next door came to apologize to her
Meng Shuyu pressed his temples which were throbbing from crying, got up from the ground, went to the dining table and took two tissues to wipe his face.
Chen Xing on the other end of the phone was trying to persuade her: "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, you still have to do your job well, you can't fail in love and work, it's not worth it for such a shameless bastard!"
Meng Shuyu walked towards the apartment door, saying as he walked: "You are wrong."
"Um?"
"You can call him a dog, or a dog man, but you can't call him a dog thing, because this man—" Meng Shuyu opened the door, saw the man standing outside, and slowly continued, "He is really a piece of shit..."
Outside the threshold, Zhou Jun's eyes flashed, and he stood there staring at Meng Shuyu's red eyes.
Chen Xing on the other end of the phone didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Meng Shuyu, you're still telling stand-up comedy after a breakup?"
"What's wrong with me being funny?" Meng Shuyu held the phone and looked at Zhou Jun coldly, "I'm a funny person, so I won't be sad..."
The author has something to say: Jun, just work diligently for two months, and then you'll be back to the time before liberation.
The lyrics quoted in this chapter are from Rainie Yang's "Ambiguous".