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Chapter 159 - Zhang Mancha Pengci

"Lin Xiang, I don't really understand what you're saying."

At this time, are you still planning to play dumb with me?

Is this man really worth liking?

My heart instantly went cold.

"You don't understand? You probably really don't understand. " I looked at it with a complicated expression. I reached out my hand to pull it, allowing my battered arm to break free.

"Lin Xiang, if you have something to say, say it."

The lipstick on the thin collar was even more eye-catching.

"I …"

"Hold on!" You're here. " Looking at Zhang Mancha, who was dressed in a royal blue dress, leisurely walking towards us, I forcefully swallowed the words that were coming out of my mouth.

"Calm down, let go. I don't want to lose face in front of her." You don't want Zhang Mancha to see me being entangled with him, right?

I laughed self-deprecatingly as my hands loosened around my wrists. I pulled my wrist back into my sleeves. The corner of my mouth maintained a carefree smile.

Zhang Mancha had already arrived in front of us.

"Slow down … You finally came. I've been waiting for you today. I thought you were lying to me when you came in the afternoon. I didn't expect you to actually come." Zhang Mancha intimately wrapped her arm around hers.

As for me, the real wife, I stood to the side and watched the intimate relationship between Zhang Mancha and her.

It had to be said that these two people were quite compatible with each other.

Looking at the two of them, I made a mental comment.

Yah, Lin Xiang, you're here too? I was just thinking who I could be with, but it's actually you, Lin Xiang, who are you feeling unwell? " Zhang Mancha released her and walked to my side with a face full of affection, as if to pull me back.

I dodged it without leaving a trace.

"No, he's not feeling well. I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first. You guys can continue."

I don't want to be with this woman for even a second.

I turned around and left, with an inexplicable feeling of escaping.

"Sigh, Lin Xiang, don't go. Shall we have lunch together?" Seeing that I was about to leave, Zhang Mancha was not prepared to let me go. She even unconsciously stepped forward to pull my hand.

I subconsciously swung it.

"Ah!" I only had time to hear a scream and a soft, strained voice.

"Mancha!"

I turned around, and what I saw was Zhang Mancha falling to the ground.

"Lin Xiang, what the poisonous woman said was indeed true. She just wanted you to stay and eat dinner with her, if you don't want to eat, you can say it clearly. Why did you push Mancha down?"

A princess carried Zhang Mancha and left.

I was left cold.

From start to finish, I haven't done anything, have I?

He said that the one who wanted me to stay and eat with him was Zhang Mancha, and the one who grabbed my hand was also the dirty Mancha.

I am pushing Zhang Mancha down? I'm carrying Zhang Mancha, even if I have to push him down, it's Zhang Mancha who has to push me down, okay?

Everything seemed like a huge joke, and I was the main character of it, watched by the crowd, the audience laughing in a world I couldn't see.

I raised my head and choked back my tears.

I can't cry, and I don't want to be a coward.

If that was the case, wouldn't Zhang Mancha's goal be achieved?

I think there is still a gap between Zhang Mancha and I, as I am unable to become a white lotus like Zhang Mancha.

I don't know how I got out of the hospital. I went straight to the bar.

As soon as I entered, a lot of gazes gathered on me. I knew that those people were all staring at me with dirty eyes, waiting for the right moment to make their move.

But right now, I no longer have the heart to think about these things.

I just want to get drunk. Maybe after I get drunk, I won't think about being gentle. My heart won't ache like this.

"Give me two bottles of whiskey."

After ordering the wine, I sat down in a corner and filled my cup.

Isn't it just drinking?

I, Lin Xiang, am someone who has drank too much back then, what does this little alcohol count as?

After drinking a bottle of wine, my mind was still clear. Compared to a normal girl, my alcohol tolerance was indeed a bit abnormal. Every time I wanted to get drunk, I would have to drink a lot of alcohol.

Two bottles of whiskey left me awake.

I laughed self-deprecatingly. Does the heavens not want me to get drunk?

He went to the front desk to get another three bottles of wine and continued drinking.

"Girl? Are you interested in playing with me? " What entered his eyes was a rough and black male hand, its voice was also like a broken can, it was unpleasant to the ear.

This man actually put his hand on my bottle?

I felt a burst of anger and raised my head to look at that person.

"With just you? Are they even worthy of that name? " Why aren't you looking at what kind of trash you are? Are you trying to pick me up?

I don't usually judge a person by his appearance, but I want to see if a person without any looks is worthy of the man in front of me. I want to see if he is worthy enough to be the man in front of me.

His clothes were all piled up with famous brands, and there was a large golden chain around his neck. He looked just like a nouveau riche.

"Stupid female cousin, what did you say? We refuse a toast and are forced to drink a forfeit! " The man's expression changed. He must have been stabbed by me and was about to slap me.

Would I, Lin Xiang, be the kind of person to stand there foolishly and be beaten up by others?

Men truly did not have any good things!

After being betrayed by me back then, the distrust that I felt towards that man broke out completely at this moment. I picked up the bottle of wine in front of me and smashed it towards that man's head.

"Bam!" The bottle broke into pieces with a sound. The man touched his forehead in shock, blood dripping from his hand.

The fierce-looking man screamed and fell to the side.

"Bleeding?" I looked suspiciously at the man on the ground and kicked him.

"Hey, get up, don't play dead." Wasn't it just a little bit of blood? He wouldn't die.

The man on the ground did not move.

"Hey, are you dead?"

I just hit him a little bit, if he was killed...

Subconsciously, I didn't believe this was possible. How could this be possible? How could this be possible?

If this man were really dead, I'd be someone with a criminal record.

"Hurry up and call the police! Something's happened!"

"Call the police!"

There were sounds coming from my surroundings. I looked at the scene in a daze.

An hour later, at the police station.

"Why hit the victim with a bottle?" The policeman sitting across from him had a serious expression on his face.

I innocently threw up my hands, "Little brother policeman, I also didn't think it would be like this. My husband snuggled around with other women in front of me and ran away with me and Little San, so I went to the bar to borrow alcohol to get rid of my worries. But who would have thought that the nouveau riche would come up to me with rude words.

"Who would have thought that his head would be so fragile? Just a casual smash and he would be bleeding. Moreover, he wasn't knocked unconscious by me because he himself had fainted. All of this was caused by him."

"Little brother police officer, look at me. I'm just a weak girl, I can't lift a single hand on my shoulder. How much strength do I have? I really just knocked lightly. "

The police officer sitting opposite me looked up at me and cleared his throat. "Don't worry, we will investigate carefully. We won't let you be wronged for no reason. Contact your family first."

Family?

"Little brother police officer?" Contact your family? My parents are not here. "

"Husband is fine too." The policeman said.

A husband too? But for me, a husband is better than nothing.

Of course, I can only say this in my heart, so I can't say it out loud.

"Neither husband nor family?" I look at the police for the last time. I really don't want to be on the loose this time.

"Then you might be staying at the police station tonight."

Me:

I was afraid that the hand holding the chair would unconsciously squeeze, bite my lips and look at my phone. Should I give it a gentle call?

He wouldn't accept it even if it was a gentle answer, right?

But I don't want to live in a police station. If I do, it will mean a criminal record.