Liu Qiang, who runs a supermarket, eventually becomes the new head of Liu village. With the benefit of Wang Fan, Liu Qiang and the villagers buried Liu Sanye and Liu Xiaoguang. Moreover, because of Wang Fan, Liu Sanye and Liu Xiaoguang's family also received compensation from Sanlong group.
So far, Sanlong group and Dongsheng Gang have completely lost the ability to control the villagers of Liu village in the overall development project of Liu village, and Wang Fan has also become the actual leader of Liu village. Hengtai group has successfully obtained the development right of Liu Village independently.
This should be something to celebrate. After all, Wang Fan has made great contribution to the development of this project by Hengtai group.
But these days Wang fan is not happy at all. He lives in a chaotic state every day.
The day after they were buried, Mr. Liu locked himself in the hotel room.
Every time in the dead of night, Wang Fan would think of the scene when third Master Liu spat blood and Liu Dazhuang and Liu Xiaoguang fought each other and died that day.
Just think of these, his eyes will appear a blood mist, his brain will have a voice, in a loud voice said to him: "Wang Fan, you can never look back! Your hands are covered with blood, and your soul will be condemned! "
In order to avoid these, Wang Fan began to get drunk day and night, trying to use alcohol to anesthetize his brain, so that he completely forget everything.
In the dark room, Wang Fan wakes up from his sleep again. In a cold sweat, he pats his head and reaches for the cigarette case on the bedside table, only to find that there is no cigarette in the cigarette case, even a drop of wine in the bottle.
Wang Fan, who is upset, sits up, grabs the phone on the front desk and dials the front desk service phone. But after dialing several times, he finds that the phone in his hand is silent.
"Damn it
Wang Fan, frowning and cursing, dropped the microphone on the ground.
The sound of the room passed through the door and came to Tong Jiahui's ear in the living room. As she was sleeping on the sofa, she was awakened by the sound of the microphone. She quickly got up and ran to Wang Fan's room.
Before pushing open the door of Wang Fan's room, Tong Jiahui asked anxiously, "Xiao Fan, are you ok?"
Hearing Tong Jiahui's voice in the dark, Wang Fan's eyebrows slowly spread out. Before he said anything, the door of the room was pushed open by Tong Jiahui.
The door was pushed open, and the light in the living room came in, which brought a little vitality to the whole room. Tong Jiahui stood behind the door and looked into the room. Seeing Wang Fan sitting on the bed looking at herself, her face was comforted.
"How many days? How many days did I sleep? " Wang Fan asked hoarsely.
As soon as she flashed into the room, Tong Jiahui said softly, "are you in a better mood? Shall I get you something to eat? "
"Do you have any cigarettes?" Wang Fan looks at Tong Jiahui standing by the bed by the light outside.
"Yes, in the living room. I'll get it." As she spoke, Tong turned and walked outside.
"I'll go myself!" Wang Fan said lazily. He lifted the quilt and was ready to get out of bed. He didn't know whether it was a hangover or because he didn't walk on the ground for many days. Wang Fan had a dizzy feeling.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, he tried to support himself with both hands. It took him a long time to relax. Although Tong Jiahui was worried about him, she still kept a close distance with him.
Seeing that Tong Jiahui intended to hide herself, Wang Fan asked with a smile, "why? Are you afraid that I will take the opportunity to insult you? "
"I'm sorry, Wang Fan, I hurt you!" Tong Jiahui said in a choked voice, her shoulders stirred in the dark, her hands tightly covering her mouth.
Although I can't see the expression on Tong Jiahui's face clearly, Wang fan can still imagine the appearance of Tong Jiahui's pear blossom with rain at this time.
Slowly stand up, Wang Fan with his hand gently rub the head of short hair, tone insipid said: "say what sorry, you are my woman!"
Tong Jiahui, who is crying there, is stunned when she hears Wang Fan's words. Then she can't help crying any more. She opens her arms and pours on Wang Fan. She hides in his arms and cries loudly.
Touching Tong Jiahui's short hair with his hand, the fragrance of his hair makes Wang Fan's brain gradually awake. The warm body in his arms makes him feel the warmth he has not seen for a long time.
Patting Tong Jiahui's fragrant back, Wang Fan said softly, "well, if you hold me like this, I'll suffocate!"
"Well?" In sobbing, Tong Jiahui looks up at Wang Fan with some doubts.
"If I can, I want to pee first. I can't hold it!" Wang Fan looks at Tong Jiahui with a bitter smile.
Then he turned red and ran away from the room.
When Wang Fan comes out of the bathroom, Tong Jiahui has already made tea for him. The fragrance of tea is everywhere in the living room, which makes Wang Fan's mind clearer.
"It's Nange's tea. A girl taught me how to make it." Tong Jiahui sat there and looked at Wang Fan. Seeing his strong muscles, she blushed and turned her head.
While wiping the water from her hair, Wang Fan sat on the sofa beside Tong Jiahui and asked, "brother Nan has been here?"
"Well, you're drunk. He didn't ask me to wake you up. He said that when you wake up, he asked you to go to the teahouse to find him." Tong Jiahui put the cup with tea on the tea table in front of Wang Fan, but her eyes didn't dare to look at it.
After taking a sip of tea from the cup, Wang Fan nodded and asked, "has anyone else ever looked for me?"
"When you were drunk, a man called your mobile phone. I was worried about something, so I answered for you." Tong Jiahui whispered, as if afraid that Wang Fan would blame her.
"Men? Did you say anything? " Wang Fan's expression is insipid to ask, but in the heart has already guessed the identity of the other party.
"He asked if he wanted to buy insurance. He should be a salesman of an insurance company." Tong Jiahui replied, her eyes turned, and she said with a smile, "I always thought that the insurance salesmen were young girls. That person should be very old, right?"
"Oh, has the fat man ever been here?" Did not entangle this topic, Wang fan then asked.
"No, only Nange has been here, and the insurance salesman." Tong Jiahui said seriously.
Liu pangzi didn't come to Wang Fan, which made him feel uneasy, but there was nothing on his face.
Shaking off the towel in his hand, Wang Fan stood up and walked to his room. Tong Jiahui, who was startled, quickly asked, "do you want to drink any more?"
"I'll go back and see the blind man." Wang Fan's head also didn't return of say.
"I'll go too!" Tong Jiahui said anxiously.