Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 1811 Duplicity (32)

   "...Probably not..."

  Dong Yu looked like he was hiding bad water.

   "I think Ms. Yun is pretty good, and she doesn't have any airs. She shouldn't be so narrow-minded."

   "..." The manager was afraid that he would really do something irreversible, so he immediately dragged him away.

   "Don't even think about it! Let me go!"

   "...Ehhhh—don't drag me!"

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   It was already night when Jiang Wen saw the news.

  Last night he drank and drank almost all night.

  When it was dawn, I was so drunk that I fell to the ground, facing the air conditioner, and was blown by the cold wind for nearly a day.

  So when he woke up again, he couldn't even stand up.

  The whole body was blown cold by the air conditioner, and the sequelae of being drunk all night made his head hurt so much that he couldn't speak.

  The whole person stumbled, leaning on the wall, and walked to the toilet.

   Vomiting, vomiting acid water non-stop until the stomach was twisted and aching.

  It hurts badly.

  Under the reflection of the mirror, the tall, thin man in the picture has stubble all over his face and bloodshot eyes.

  Decadent, excessive self-loathing.

  Like a walking corpse that has lost its soul, it has no strength or spirit.

   Sitting there sluggishly, his eyes staring blankly at an unknown place.

   It's like being stupid.

   At this time, the villa was very dark.

   It was night again, and he was still alone here.

  In an empty space, he was still the only one.

   There was no light turned on in the toilet, and it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

   It was quiet, only the tap that was not closed tightly was dripping with water.

   "tick-tick-tick-"

  The sound is very small, but it is infinitely amplified in such an overly quiet space.

   Zoom in, zoom in again.

   Really annoying.

  The man who smelled strongly of alcohol kicked his foot, and the bathroom door made a "bang—" sound.

  It feels like the glass on the door will be shattered,

  Outside, on the soft carpet, there were empty wine bottles lying all over the place.

  The air is full of the choking smell of alcohol, which lingers for a long time in such an airtight environment.

   Gives a strong feeling of depression.

   Even, it is difficult to breathe.

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   After an unknown amount of time, the bathroom door opened.

  Inside, a man who simply took a cold shower came out barefooted.

  I don't even wipe my wet hair, and I wear a bath towel around my body.

   Just like that, the air conditioner was still blowing, and she fell sideways by the bed.

  Coughing, coughing.

  Coughing so much that the blood in the lungs is about to be coughed up, and the whole body is cold.

  He fell over there, tossing himself without any scruples.

   It seems that he doesn't want his own life at all.

  Dim room, silent night.

   Just curled up like this, leaning against the side of the bed.

  My head exploded in pain, and my nose seemed to be stuffed with glue. I couldn't breathe well, and I couldn't breathe.

  The figure huddled there moved a bit.

  He was cold, but he still sat slumped as if he couldn't feel the trembling in his body.

   Gasping, throat dry and sore.

   Still doing nothing, looking decadent.

   Crouched there, his mind was dazed, as if in a daze.

   I don't know what I'm thinking.

  His mobile phone was thrown aside, and there was a faint light, showing that there was a new message.

   It took some time for the person who was huddled by the foot of the bed to finally notice.

  Stand still, still like a walking dead, no response.

  (end of this chapter)