Ke Mingcheng, who was not very sober at first, was awakened by himself and immediately realized what he had just said. His brother's fake wife was admitted to the hospital. He asked her without any context whether she was suffering from alcohol poisoning. It sounded like she was seriously ill. He didn't know how to make up for it.
"What did you say?" After experiencing the painful lessons of the past two days, Zhuang Yiyun thought he had a pretty good understanding of Yan Yan's true face. But now it seemed that it was not enough. His old classmate was also hiding something from him. "Have you seen him?"
"Didn't you bring everyone here last time? Did you lose your memory?"
"You've seen him somewhere else. Where were you drinking with him the night before last?"
"I didn't drink with him. Even if your wife is fake, we're not divorced. Why would I drink with him? Don't talk nonsense."
"Oh. Then let me ask you another way. Where did you see him drinking?"
Ke Mingcheng put his phone on the table and decided to take a break from the phone. Lao Zhuang was not only serious but also very sharp. It seemed that he had a lot of information about his fake wife. This was not an unethical act of his. He hoped that Yan Yan would not scold him after he knew about it. He had done his best by not telling Lao Zhuang last time.
"Ahem... a new store opened on Chenfei Road."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while. Just when Ke Mingcheng thought Zhuang Yiyun was going to hang up, the other end suddenly said, "He is very popular?"
Ke Mingcheng suddenly became interested. Something was going on! Hearing that his good-natured fake wife was drinking in a bar, her reaction was to ask him if he was welcome
"There are a lot of people rushing to that station, what do you think?" Ke Mingcheng picked up the phone again, "Lao Zhuang, a few days ago you said it was not important, what's going on?"
"He was not hospitalized for alcohol poisoning, but it was related to his alcoholism. He said many people invited him to drink."
Ke Mingcheng thought about it. Whether it was last time in Liye or the newly opened Yinyue the day before yesterday, many people wanted to invite Yan Yan to drink. It was just that he didn't give him that much face. This kid didn't drink anyone's wine. So the question asked by Lao Zhuang was not wrong.
"Yes. Why, you guys care about this when you're faking your marriage?"
Zhuang Yiyun immediately remembered Yan Yan's words. Yan Yan also said that he had no position and no right to intervene. What he said was true, and he was not trying to anger him. He probably never lacked romantic encounters. Zhuang Yiyun pursed his lips and said nothing. Ke Mingcheng did not urge him, just waiting for his answer.
Wait, if he feels it is difficult to answer, he will just not answer. Ke Mingcheng has finished a glass of warm water, but Zhuang Yiyun still hasn't said a word. The key is that he obviously wants to continue chatting. He didn't hang up the phone, and the receiver was quiet, just like a young couple listening to their breathing. Ke Mingcheng has known him for so many years, and he still gets laughed at by his hard mouth every time.
"If I had known you cared, I should have helped you earlier the day before yesterday."
"He's still in school... What do you mean by help?"
He even emphasized that they were in school. Why didn't he say that he was concerned for humanitarianism? When did he, Zhuang Yiyun, become a philanthropist who cared for young people in school? Ke Mingcheng wanted to laugh, but he was afraid that he would get angry, so he held back.
"He drank quite a lot the night before yesterday, and he was quite capable of ruining the place. He drank a bottle of white wine, and most of a bottle of Spade Ace. I've never seen someone so reckless. Others in the bar drank foreign liquor and cocktails, but he went up and directly tricked them into drinking a bottle of Moutai. If I hadn't stopped him, he would have finished the whole bottle of Spade Ace as well."