Chapter 117

Song Jin leaned back in the chair, even if the delicious fish in front of her could not revive her. She half squinted to see the two opposite people, one for you and one for me, and my good brother would get drunk together.

The old aunt turned her mouth depressed. After watching the meeting, she gradually lost interest. She secretly went to the wine cabinet and took a bottle of beer and poured it into the glass. Lu Nancheng didn't know it was wine, but thought it was boiled water.

Her eyes were bright, and she leaned back in her chair to drink occasionally, listening to their conversation.

Zhuang Shaoyang held his head in his hand and looked sad: "recently, my family began to let me into the core of Zhuang's family. Brother Cheng, you just entered the core of the family's industry. Is there a lot of pressure?"

Lu Nancheng's eyes are dark. He sticks to his glass and looks at the table quietly. He seems to recall the past: "there must be pressure. Too many eyes are staring at him."

"Well, I'm anxious now. I can't sleep well. I'm old."

Uncle is not married and has no children, and he becomes the only candidate for grandfather. A stall as big as a banker must be supported by someone, but he is not as capable as brother Cheng and has no courage. I'm afraid he can't catch such a big plate.

"Brother Cheng, I'm afraid the dealer will be destroyed in my hands."

"No, you're just starting, step by step."

"I don't have the confidence to take over."

After staying in this circle for a long time, because of the heir, he saw more about the decline of the families around him. He was afraid that he would eventually make the dealer like this.

"Mr. Zhuang is still young and can teach you a lot."

"Well, why doesn't my uncle get married and have no children?"

He just wants to be a happy rich second generation, eating, drinking and dying.

Song Jin listened to his words, her eyes darkened, her body more shrank together, and her head dropped silently.

Lu Nancheng knows that Zhuang Jingrui has been unmarried for many years, but he doesn't know why.

"Your uncle may have his own ideas."

"The Zhuang family is just too affectionate."

In those years, for the sake of his dead grandmother, my grandfather almost left them and left with her. If he had not been found early, he would have been saved.

After that, my uncle was depressed for a long time, and the whole family was worried about it. As a result, he was relieved, but he died emotionally.

He has half the pedigree of a banker. I don't know what will happen in the future? Blinked with drunken eyes.

Song Jin is not happy to hear that. She suddenly gets up and leaves for the sofa. Lu Nancheng takes a glance and continues to drink with Zhuang Shaoyang. She pats him on the shoulder and comforts him.

Zhuang Shaoyang drank a lot and talked a lot. At last, he asked him to hold him. He really thought he was a baby.

Lu Nancheng held him in disgust and sent him back before he was drunk.

When he came back, the man who had been sobering up on the sofa disappeared. He looked around the room and didn't see him.

Lunan City calmly walked to the living room. The glass door of the balcony was half opened. Outside, the beach was dark. Street lamps stood in rows along the coast, winding along the coastline.

Sea breeze with bursts of cool blowing, skimming clothes, the body full.

He stood on the balcony and looked around. There was no one on the dark beach. Where did Song Jin go?

He turned to enter the house, and suddenly saw a bulge on the beach, which was not obvious in the night.

Lu Nancheng goes suspiciously. The closer he gets, the more certain he is. Song Jin is rolling with a psycho on the beach.

Her black hair is trampling on the beach, people are also buried in the sand, but still rolling in a mess.

The skirt on the body faded to the thigh, straight legs mixed in the sand, seemed to roll tired, snorted and lay down.

"Song Jin."

His low voice was stern, and her eyes closed.

"Get up and go back to sleep."

"I'm not going to get up. I'm going to sleep here."

She looked at the starry sky with intoxication in her eyes. The stars tonight are so beautiful. Countless stars are shaking in front of her eyes, and the handsome face who landed in Nancheng is also shaking in front of her eyes. She is very dizzy.

"Don't move. I look tired."

He put his hand in his pocket, his face almost merged with the night. He squatted slowly in front of her, raised his hand and stroked a pinch of black hair covering his face: "really don't go back?"

"I was going to die in the sea."

She said very seriously, small mouth pursed, Lu Nancheng simply sat down beside her: "don't talk nonsense after drinking."

"You don't believe it."

"Well, I believe it."

Song Jin rolled around with a smile: "ha ha ha, there is a fool who will believe it."

“……”

Lu Nancheng is smiling silently. Is he talking to a drunken woman now?

"Lu Nancheng, do you know the feeling of death?"

"I don't know. I haven't experienced it. Have you?"

"Well, it's like seeing God."Lu Nancheng was sure that she was very drunk and began to talk nonsense. There was no logic at all.

Suddenly, she sat up on the beach, got up and pointed to the big moon hanging in the sky at night: "Lunan City, God is there."

He looked up and saw that a dark cloud was coming and was about to cover the moon.

"It's a pity God didn't hear my prayer."

She suddenly became lonely, the light in her eyes was dim, she sat next to him, her head drooping, the sea breeze blowing, her long hair blowing on his shoulder.

Lu Nancheng raised his hand to her shoulder and pressed her to his side: "God will hear your prayer. Now go back to sleep with me."

"I don't want to sleep, I want to see God."

"God also wants to sleep. If you don't believe it, see if he's gone."

Song Jin raised her head. The God that had been hanging there had disappeared, leaving only a dark sky. Her eyes were more and more blurred.

Lu Nancheng didn't give her the chance to continue to make trouble, so she got up and dragged her up: "God likes a good baby, now go back to sleep with me."

She was so small that he held her in his arms. She was so soft that Lu Nancheng had to hold her tightly to prevent her from falling down and walking back to the house.

Zhuang Jingrui's room is nearby. Just after a day's work, he wanted to sit in front of the house and have a look at the sea at night and have a drink. But when he saw the two people on the beach, they didn't know what they were talking about. They were intimate. When he saw that she was held in the arms of other men, he was jealous. He immediately stopped them and told himself that this was not Yimu, just a similar person.