On the second day of the wedding, Sheng Congyun smashed the TV in the ward. She couldn't stand the endless display of the wedding in front of her eyes. Just like Jiang Yingxue standing in front of her, showing off her happiness silently.
How can a woman who is so cold and vicious and can't save her life without retribution live such a good life?
She sneaked out while the nurse was in charge of the ward.
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Li Qian pours wine one by one, surrounded by men and women who are frantically wriggling around. Under the flashing light, the liquor is refracted into different colors.
He narrowed his eyes, leaned wearily into the sofa, and poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth. His eyes were hazy, and he looked at the distant stage. The figures, in his eyes, became a blinking diaphragm, and gradually began to be unclear.
A woman came to tease him, and he was upset to get rid of her. The owner of his background bar knows that he will be angry immediately. He will drive away all the people and guard by himself, for fear that he will be unhappy and ruin his business.
Sheng Congyun once vowed never to enter such a place again in her life. Unexpectedly, in just one year, she walked in again.
The wound on her forehead was not good yet. She was wearing a skirt a week ago and a temporary coat outside. She walked in so straight. His eyes were scanning back and forth. He was afraid that a salty pig hand would reach out from somewhere to hold her.
She called Li Qian and turned it off. I went to Li Qian's residence in Dongshan and found no trace of him. Finally, I called his friend, the owner of the bar, and found out that he was drunk here.
Flustered line of sight fell on the broad back of the bar, and finally relaxed. She went over and pulled the drunk Li Qian. In a low voice, she said, "Li Qian, how are you?"
"Well?" Li Qian looks up from the bar, squints at her, shakes his head and asks, "who are you? I don't know you. Go away!" As soon as I shook her off, the smell of wine from my nose was so strong that I was about to crack from the clouds, and my face was even paler.
Sheng Congyun was also annoyed when she stumbled into the chair at the back. She sneered and grabbed the glass and poured it on Li Qian's face. The cold liquor sobered him up. She sneered, "Li Qian, what's the matter? Jiang Yingxue can't stand to get married. You can't go here alone to borrow the wine to relieve your worries, can you? But who can see you? Does the river reflect snow? She's afraid that she's just mixing oil with your uncle and being turned over by the red waves! "
Li Qian's eyes were cold. He clenched his fist and stared at her. He squeezed a word out of his teeth, "shut up!"
Sheng Congyun sneers, but still refuses to let him go. She is fed up with the shadow of the snow reflected by the river in her life. She can say it all today.
"Why, I can't stand it? I haven't finished! Listen, Li Qian! " She stabbed him in the chest with her index finger, and her eyes were cold. "You said you haven't touched Jiang Yingxue since you married her, have you? Now it's better. It's all cheaper for your uncle. Now, he just doesn't know how to thank you! Hahaha! " She laughed wildly, with a pale face, very ferocious.