Chapter 472

Tang Xiaoru smiled sweetly and put his hand gently in his palm.

Hold hands immediately.

The two men walked hand in hand to the bedside.

Nie Yiyun didn't speak and looked at her with a smile.

With a knowing smile, she took out her hand, then took off her coat and lay down in the quilt.

Nie Yiyun turned off the light, went to another bed and lay down.

The ward was immediately silent, and darkness enveloped the whole room.

Listening to the slight snoring of the two women around him, Nie Yiyun couldn't sleep for a long time.

There are countless conspiracies waiting for him. He has to plan well.

Instead of going home, Ou Yujie parked his car at the door of a bar.

He is too painful and tangled.

Only when he is drunk tonight can he temporarily forget this pain.

He opened a private room alone, ordered a bottle of little Louis 13, a royal salute and a dozen beers, all of which were opened by the waiter, and then waved him out.

He picked up the wine and didn't pour it into the cup. He raised his neck and poured it fiercely.

But after a bottle of wine was poured down, the pain in my heart was deeper.

Full of Su Ruirui.

Or laugh or cry or angry or angry.

It haunted him like a spell.

He missed her.

Think of her deeply.

Want to kiss her hair.

Want to hold her soft body.

I want to kneel in front of her and say I'm sorry.

However, he can't do anything he wants to do.

He's not even qualified to get close to her.

What should he do?

What should they do about their love and their future?

No claims.

At this time, he was driven to the cliff like a lone wolf chased by a hunter. He could only look up to the sky alone and in despair and make a sad roar.

With this desperate and painful mood, he threw the bottle heavily to the ground.

Debris splashed everywhere, and small pieces bounced up high and cut his forehead.

Blood seeped out.

He raised his hand and looked at the bloody blood and smiled coldly.

Then he reached for another bottle of wine, but the door suddenly opened.

A heavily dressed woman in her thirties and two girls as pure as middle school students gently flashed in and closed the door.

Ouyujie frowned, retracted his hand, leaned back on the sofa, looked at the woman coldly, and said in disgust, "didn't I tell you not to be disturbed?"

"Boss, how boring it is to drink alone! Why don't you let my girls have a drink with you? They just went to the sea and are clean!" the woman's red mouth closed and looked at his eyes with greedy light.

She just got the news that the guest who had packed a room and ordered tens of thousands of yuan of wine alone was the most famous young master Ou in the city.

It is said that he is always rich and loves beauty, so he wants to take the lead before others.

"Get out!" Ou Yujie shouted coldly, his face angry.

"Er. Ou Shao, you might as well try it." she was startled by the murderous spirit in his voice and eyes, but she was also a person who had experienced wind and waves and soon stabilized.

"Get out!" ouyujie was impatient. He picked up the wine bottle on the table and threw it at her feet.

"Bang!" the wine bottle exploded at their feet. They screamed and dared not stay any longer. They immediately scrambled to flee.

Looking at their embarrassed appearance and listening to their high decibel screams, his mood was even worse.