Chapter 200

When aunt came back, her hands were empty and her face was anxious. When she was still standing in the porch, she began to shout for her wife.

At the beginning of Zhang Jiale's recovery, her aunt's cry fell into her cochlea, deafening.

"What's the matter? In such a hurry. " Zhang Jiale looked at her gentle eyes and noticed that her aunt didn't carry the shopping bag in her hand, and her thin eyebrows were slightly raised, "don't you mean to go shopping? What about the dishes? "

"Madam, I see the young master. He seems to be drunk!" Aunt tone in a bit anxious.

Zhang Jiale's heart was pounded.

……

What Lin Yu said to Lu Muyi before all reverberated in his ears. During this period of time, too many things were pressing on his shoulders, and he was almost out of breath. There was no space left, but someone told him that he might have been forced into the corner.

He used to be very confident, but also pretended to be very free and easy.

No matter how much you talk to outsiders, it's not as true as what he feels in his heart.

It's a lie to say that when he paves the road ahead and takes away all the thorns on the road, she's already in other people's arms and he won't mind.

Some feelings, although difficult to say, but already care about unexpected time, deep into the bone marrow, how is easy to give up?

Therefore, Lu Muyi went to the bar to drown his worries.

The reason why my aunt saw him was that he happened to be sitting by the window. My aunt could see him clearly outside the glass window. But after seeing the picture of Lu Moyi yelling at the bartender to persuade him to drink, she stopped and couldn't think of any other way. She had to go home in a hurry, hoping that her wife could go there in person.

When Zhang Jiale went to the bar, the other people in the bar had a tacit understanding that they had vacated Lu Muyi's position within a few miles before they arrived, as if they were afraid that he would not be able to fight when he was drunk.

There is a pile of empty bottles in front of Lu Muyi. Under the guidance of the bartender, Zhang Jiale comes to Lu Muyi. Just as he slowly blows the whole bottle, the bottle is thrown on the table with a slap. The round bottle slides down the table. Finally, with a deep sound, it falls directly on the ground, leaving a crumbling residue on the ground.

When Zhang Jiale heard the noise, her heart suddenly tightened. Her eyes immediately fell on Lu Muyi's face. When she saw that Lu Muyi was slightly drunk, but unconsciously he was a little angry, Zhang Jiale's heart ached for some reason.

"if you want to take Mr. Lu, you must leave your ID number in the store." The bartender took out a notebook and a pen with a slightly nagging meaning.

After all, Lu Muyi's identity is there, but Zhang Jiale is a stranger. Even when entering the bar, he has provided the mantissa of his and Lu Muyi's mobile phone numbers, but for the sake of safety and avoiding responsibility, the bartender should leave an identity of Zhang Jiale.

Zhang Jiale has no opinion and gives her ID card to the bartender.

"Please." Zhang Jiale said.

"You are Mr. Lu's..." The bartender seemed to have a lot of mouth, but when he saw that Zhang Jiale was just smiling but he didn't have any words, he was still stunned. He handed back the Zhang Hao Jiale after he picked up the ID number.

"Wine."

Lu Muyi, sitting on a high stool, keeps a good balance. He holds one hand on the table, and the other hand fumbles for the wine bottles on the table. It seems that he is not satisfied that all the wine bottles are empty. His heroic eyebrows are slightly narrowed and he is not happy.

Zhang Jiale stood aside, tone also light: "no wine, there is a mother, do you want?"

Lu Moyi didn't seem to pay much attention to what she said at the back. He just paid attention to what she said in front of him. So he pushed his slender legs onto the floor, and after his two feet were fixed, he suddenly became a bit bumpy.

"Wine."

It's another word. It's like half drunk, or drunk enough to be unconscious. I don't even know my own mother.

He stares at the bar with a pair of eyes. There are stars in his burning eyes. His tall figure is pulled more slender under the dim light of the bar, but it also adds a sense of loneliness.

The bartender stood aside, watching Moyi smell of wine and still calling for wine. He turned to look at Zhang Jiale with some begging in his eyes.

To tell you the truth, people like Lu Muyi come to the bar with great splendor. In a way, they can bring a lot of business to the bar.

But you can't say too much. After all, when there are more people coming to the bar to watch the excitement, there are not many people who really come to drink. Most of them are addicted to flowers and go to the theatre, which will certainly have a lot of influence on the shop.

Therefore, the bartender was eager to take Lu Muyi away as soon as Zhang Jiale stepped into the door.

Lu Muyi was stumbling. On the way, he kicked an empty wine bottle and made a Ping Ping sound.

Zhang Jiale couldn't look down on her son's decadent appearance. Her gentle voice was slightly cool: "Lu Muyi! You stop for meLu Muyi's figure froze, and he really stopped.

Zhang Jiale took a deep breath and walked forward, and the nanny followed her with fear.

"Have you lost your face? If you lose it, go back with me. "

Zhang Jia's musician holds the hem of Lu Muyi's suit, grabs a small part of it and carries it outside the bar.

"Mom?"

Lu Muyi was in a trance. He thought it was his mistake. His mother's cry was not as powerful as when she called wine before. Instead, it was a child's coquetry.

Of course, this did not make Zhang Jiale feel any heartless.

She thought that she probably knew the meaning of Lu Moyi's coming to drown his worries by drinking. It was just like most men in the world, eating what was in the bowl and thinking about what was in the pot. It's clear that he and other people are in the past, but he is still in hot pursuit of other people's present.

To put it bluntly, Zhang Jiale didn't like Lu Muyi's behavior very much, so when she left him in the taxi, her aunt didn't spare any energy, just like throwing garbage into the car.

She gave her aunt a holiday and asked her to go to a hotel to have it repaired for a day, so she could go back tomorrow night.

My aunt knew that Zhang Jiale should wait for Lu Muyi to wake up and tell her that it was inconvenient for her to be there. She didn't say much. After taking them to the car, she went to the hotel.

"Mom, are you taking me to Susu?"

When Zhang Jiale pushed Lu Muyi's head away from his leg for the nth time, he suddenly murmured such a sentence.

As soon as the voice fell, Zhang Jiale's merciless action suddenly broke out.

Su Su

Zhang Jiale's eyebrows are slightly curved. There is no doubt that her son, Su Su in the air, can only call that girl.

"We had a fight. I can't see her now."

When Zhang Jiale slightly lowered his head to get close to two points, Lu Muyi's thin lips lifted, and he continued to slowly express his thoughts. His tone was shallow, with some words of heartache and helplessness. With a strong breath of wine, he gradually filled the whole carriage