Years of Intoxication

At dawn the next day, He Gu asked the hotel staff to borrow a set of clothes, and left 500 yuan for him to buy another set for Zhou He, and then endured the discomfort of his body and left.

He didn't care if Zhou Heyi would remember what happened last night after he woke up, he couldn't face Zhou Heyi at this moment.

When he got home, Sun Qing and Susu hadn't woken up yet, so he tiptoed back to the room and got into the quilt.

The pain in the body is nothing, after all, the heart is still frying in the frying pan.

He was not mistaken at all, Song Juhan is still the same Song Juhan, all affection, tenderness, and flattery are all disguised, how long can he hide the nature of a wolf if he pretends to be a herbivore?That is a wolf after all, and one day it will be revealed.

He still had some doubts whether Song Juhan had really changed his gender.

This is Song Juhan, a selfish, cold, domineering bastard.It's not a bad thing for him to be completely convinced of his judgment last night. At least, he will no longer have the slightest illusion about this person, nor will he have the slightest waver in his decision.

Even his love for Song Juhan, which he thought would be difficult to quit for life, has been shattered.

He used to think that he could only be happy if he got Song Juhan, but he never thought that one day the reality would be completely reversed.It was simply the biggest mockery of his first half of life.

He buried his best seven years of youth on such a person.

He Gu slept until noon when he was woken up by the sound of the phone.He touched the phone in a daze, and the caller ID clearly read: Zhou Heyi.

Almost without thinking, he hung up.

The phone rang without giving up, He Gu simply blocked Zhou Heyi's call.He really doesn't want to deal with the matter with Zhou Heyi for the time being, he doesn't want to do anything now, he has no strength at all.

After a while, He Gu got up from the bed, saw the meal and a note on the dining table, picked it up, and found that Sun Qing took Susu to sketch early in the morning, seeing that he didn't get up, she thought He didn't call him when he was tired.

He Gu breathed a sigh of relief, and took a few mouthfuls of the already cold food without knowing the taste.

The phone rang again, this time it was Feng Zheng who called, and asked him out for dinner without giving up, but he didn't reply, he just threw the phone aside, put down his chopsticks, and fell asleep on the sofa before he knew it .

Before dark, he woke up and took a shower. When Sun Qing and Susu came back, he seemed to have returned to normal, as if nothing happened last night, but the deep tiredness in his eyes still made Sun Qing suspicious, but Taken by him.

Before going to sleep, he received a WeChat message from Zhuang Jieyu. It was a photo, the background was the streets of Beijing at night, the photo was very dim and blurry, but anyone who knew him could recognize him.It was a photo of him hugging Zhou Heyi. He didn't expect that he was obviously dragging a drunk man to the car. From this angle, it looked very ambiguous and intimate.

Zhuang Jieyu's voice chased after him, almost shouting: Who is this, who is this, who is this!

He Gu's hands were trembling a little, he made an overseas call directly, and asked straightforwardly, "Why do you have this photo?"

"Ou Taining sent it to a large group of cattle in the circle, and then someone must have transferred it out, so they said..." Zhuang Jieyu hesitated, "Ou Taining is a bitch."

He Gu said coldly, "Say what?"

"Say... Song Juhan was cuckolded."

"Fuck fart." He Gu blurted out.

Zhuang Jieyu was startled: "Uncle, you are so slow in swearing, Xiaosheng can't control it."

He Gu took a breath: "You rest, hang up."

"Don't, it's early in the morning here." Zhuang Jieyu said unhappily, "Who are you hugging? Where did the vixen come from?"

"friend."

"Hmph, I don't believe it." Zhuang Jieyu said disappointedly, "It feels like a lot of things happened when I was not around."

He Gu wanted to tell him that many, many things had indeed happened, but he didn't want to say a word.

Zhuang Jieyu said again: "Ou Taining, that bastard, it would be fine if he singled out Song Juhan, but he still used you. Was it taken at the entrance of his bar? I recognized it at a glance. Ou Taining is also very courageous, relying on The family has a bit of a background, and it just so happens that Song Juhan's career is at a low ebb, so he wants to grab an endorsement to make a comeback, is Song Juhan easy to mess with, this is all right, I heard that thegate was smashed today."

"Ok?"

"It's really cool. A group of people went in with iron bars, just said, 'Don't hurt anyone', and then smashed the whole bar to pieces. Do you feel better?"

"Yes." He Gu really wanted to know if Ou Taining could still show that meaningful smile now.

"But it's also because of the old enmity between the two of them. Song Juhan seems to be the one who slept with him. He's joking on the surface, but secretly holds grudges. Hmph, it's not a good thing."

He Gu felt uncomfortable even hearing the name Song Juhan: "Well, don't worry, I'm fine, I've even been on the news, will I still be affected by this photo? Jieyu, thank you for your concern." He knew Zhuang Jieyu woke up early in the morning to look for him because he was worried about him.

"What are you being polite about? By the way, I'm going back to China next month. You must miss me very much."

"Yeah." He Gu tried his best to squeeze out a little laughter, "kind of."

"You, you really can't speak, but I also like this, well, wait for me to catch the wind!"

After hanging up the phone, He Gu searched for "thegate" on the Internet, and sure enough, it was smashed. The media has not reported it yet, and the gay circle has already exploded. There are many rumors that Ou Taining offended the underworld.

He Gu looked at the photos of the scene, and it was indeed all ruined. He felt a little relieved, but he didn't feel any better.

Song Juhan is the one who knows best how "not to be messed with".

After that day, Song Juhan seemed to have disappeared from his life all of a sudden, not only did he not show up, he even disappeared from his daily phone calls and text messages, but why can he still be seen in various advertising media from time to time.From the initial resentment to numbness, it only took a few days.

Feng Zheng came to see him once, and he was really tired of coping, so they had a meal together. Seeing that he was out of his mind, Feng Zheng was very disappointed, and the two broke up unhappy.

Sun Qing has started chemotherapy, why has been accompanying her to the hospital these days, but she seems to be absent-minded, often talking on the phone for an hour or two, and going out to meet people.

He Gu refused to listen after several times of persuasion, and became a little annoyed: "When you are such a critical time, can't you let go of your work? If there is anything, I will run errands for you. Why don't you tell me anything?"

Sun Qing sighed: "It's the company's business, you can't help me, the gap between construction and capital is too far away."

He Gu frowned: "No matter how important it is, it's not as important as your health."

Sun Qing shook her head: "I'm sensible, didn't I delay the treatment?"

He Gu looked at Sun Qing wearing a hospital gown, wearing a hood, and looking pale, feeling distressed and helpless. He himself has a stubborn temper, so he knows his mother's character very well, but whatever he decides, no one can say it will work .

After half a month like this, He Gu has gotten used to running around the hospital at home, taking care of his mother and younger sister, and he finally feels needed again.

When he got home that day, he received a text message from Zhou Heyi again, asking to see him, even a phone call.He sat there for a long time, and felt that it was not good to leave people alone like this, but he really didn't want to talk to Zhou Heyi, he was afraid of Zhou Heyi's question, and he didn't have enough time to think about how to answer it, so he replied A WeChat: Let's just say that.

Zhou Heyi immediately replied: Are you okay, did Song Juhan come that day, what did he do to you?

He Gu replied: I don't want to talk about what happened that day anymore, sorry for hurting you again.

Zhou He replied: I should say I'm sorry. I drank too much and caused you trouble again. I'm sorry.

He Gu sighed: He Yi, you didn't do anything wrong, but I'm not in good condition now, my mother is still sick and needs my care, I'm not fit to see you for the time being, can you give me some time?I'm sorry, you came to China to find me, but I can't entertain you well.

There was silence for several minutes before replying: I'm sorry, but I like you.

He Gu's heart fluttered slightly, and he didn't know what else to reply.

Zhou Heyi didn't say anything more.

He Gu felt sad when he thought of Zhou Heyi's pleasing eyebrows.If, just if, given him a year or two, he can completely remove the poison called "Song Juhan" from his body, and Zhou Heyi is still willing to accept him, maybe he will have a serious relationship with him.But not now, he didn't want to disappoint this enthusiastic and kind young man.

After delivering food to Sun Qing at the hospital, He Gu planned to pick up Susu from get out of class. Susu was in a painting class, and it was still early. He could sit and read a book in a nearby cafe.

On the way, his mobile phone rang twice, he glanced at it, it was an email, and on the reminder that flashed by, he caught two words: Qin Qing.

Qinqing Industry?That's the name of the fucking company.

He Gu turned on the phone with some doubts, and scanned the title: Qinqing Industrial Assets Investigation.

He Gu's heart tightened and he parked the car on the side of the road.He looked at the sender, it wasn't his mother, if not his mother, who would have sent him this thing?He quickly opened it.

The content of the investigation is very long, with more than ten pages. It lists Qinqing's recent loans, [-] million owed to the bank, many properties under the company's name have been seized, and the Shencheng government has issued a new environmental protection policy, requiring The industrial zone was relocated, and Qinqing's tire factory happened to be on the list that had to be relocated. In addition, multiple evidences were collected, questioning that Qinqing Industry suffered a loss last year and cheated shareholders by making false accounts.

The more He Gu looked at it, the more frightened he became, his hands were shaking.

Qinqing Industrial is a company with a small market value. Any one of these investigations is enough to cause its stock price to plummet. Although there is no actual evidence of false accounting, many analyzes are clear and clear. Obviously, it has been fully investigated. When these investigations are made public, the regulatory authorities will inevitably investigate, and it is not known what will be found out.

He Gu closed the document, returned to the mailbox page, and found that the sender was an unfamiliar mailbox, and he didn't say a word except for this attachment, but He Gu had already guessed who it was.

Song Juhan.

Only Song Juhan has the ability to get through the necessary links in such a short period of time and obtain the most private information. As one of the companies with the largest market capitalization in the domestic capital circle, Song's Media has a network of relationships all over civil affairs and business. It is easy to inquire about a company in the market.

Only Song Juhan had such a motive.Thinking of the threat Song Juhan made that night...

In just half a month, Song Juhan almost stripped Qin Qing apart from not getting the ledger.

He Gu dropped his cell phone, thumped the steering wheel hard, and the horn sounded angrily along with his growl.

He finally understood why Sun Qing was so busy every day, regardless of whether the loss was real or not, she owed so much money to the bank, and faced such a big change of address, there must be countless problems waiting for her, not to mention she was fighting cancer, To fight with her husband internally is simply an internal and external problem, making things worse.

But she chose to carry it alone without saying anything.

Why is it so uncomfortable that I can hardly breathe.

It took a long time before he took the phone and dialed the number that he had deleted but was deeply etched in his mind.

The call was connected quickly, and Song Juhan's voice was not as lazy as usual, but very deep: "You have finished reading."

He Gu gritted his teeth: "What do you want."

"Come to my house, now." After Song Juhan finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

He Gu started the car, stepped on the accelerator roughly, and drove towards the place he thought he would never set foot in his life.

When he arrived at Song Juhan's house, He Gu stood at the door, exhausted all his courage, and rang the doorbell.

The door was opened, and Song Juhan stood at the door, looking decadent and depressed, he had lost a lot of weight, and he no longer had the arrogance of the proud son of the past.

He Gu couldn't restrain the anger in his heart, and glared at him viciously.

"Come in." Song Juhan said.

He Gu clenched his fist and walked in.

Song Juhan's eyes never moved away from He Gu's body from the beginning to the end, that beast-like longing made He Gu startled.

He Gu stood in the middle of the living room, not taking a step forward: "Say, what do you want to do."

Song Juhan walked to the small bar: "What do you want to drink? You seem to only like tea and water."

He Gu walked to the bar and stared at him coldly: "You, want, do, what, what."

Song Juhan paused, looked up at him: "I want you."

"Song Juhan!" He Gu's expression was distorted, "You bastard, what do I owe you? Why can't you let me go!"

A trace of pain flashed in Song Juhan's eyes: "I just...can't."

"Do you think I will believe those materials?"

"If you don't believe me, you won't come here. If you want to know if it's true or not, just ask your mother." Song Juhan said dumbly, "I can destroy Qinqing Industry, or I can save it. It's all up to you."

He Gu grabbed his collar: "Are you crazy?"

Song Juhan curled his lips into a smile: "Probably, you drove me crazy."

"What's the point of you doing this, I will hate you, and I will look down on you for the rest of my life!"

Song Juhan wrapped He Gu's hand with his big hand, leaned forward, and approached He Gu's face, his dark pupils were bottomless: "At least, you will always belong to me."

The author has something to say:

How should I explain it, I just like such clichéd abuse stalks, first torture and then abuse, all kinds of misunderstandings in the middle of the plot, you don’t love me, I love you, I love me, I don’t love you, I just Like, like, like, this is my cute point, my cute point, my cute point, I don’t plan to write new ideas, if I like this meme and don’t climb the wall for the rest of my life, then my future articles will be full of a lot This kind of clichéd, uninnovative and creative stalk.

I beg those who want me to write new ideas, level and breakthroughs, please let me go. Is it difficult for you to write something you like? If you think it is vulgar, you don’t have to read it, but I can’t dislike me because of you. Giving up writing about the things I like because of the vulgar memes.After all, I am not your child, can you not put this hatred of iron and steel on me?I can't afford it.

Such a simple truth, why do I have to explain it every article_(:з」∠)_

My heart is really tired_(:з」∠)_

In the whole of Jinjiang, the author who didn't write any anti-human plots in the best newspapers but was scolded the most and the most ruthlessly, really, you can't find a second one except me

There are always people who tell me to change, let me improve, say that I don't want to make progress, say that I only look at good reviews and don't look at pertinent opinions, say that I am proud, say that I am false, and say that I have a little bit of fame and I will be smug

I read it before, every message

Later I found out.On the same point, there may be ten different opinions.

A thinks the pertinent opinion, B thinks it is rubbish. C thinks the pertinent opinion, D thinks what the hell.

I now have an average of more than 400 comments per chapter, and a total of more than 2 book reviews. Everyone has their own ideas, and everyone thinks they are right.

When you express your opinions with tall buildings or long comments, and hope that I can improve, I feel very complicated every time. I am very grateful to those who sincerely hope that I can improve through their opinions, but I can't.

Because I see too many opinions, I am confused, I don’t know who to listen to, I don’t know what is really correct, and which one can really make me improve.

From being pinched by a sissy to now, I have experienced too many such things, and finally understand a truth, I can't listen to anyone, only myself.Because I can't meet everyone's expectations, my ability is too limited, I can't live up to everyone, I can only choose to live up to myself.

Some people say that I am proud, I admit, I have a little bit, but sometimes I also have low self-esteem, wondering if I am really as bad as some people say.

After being scolded a lot, it is inevitable that there will be rebellious emotions, saying more aggressive and harsh words to fight back, just for the pleasure of one's heart.

It turned out that it didn't make sense at all.

So these years have also been calm.

In fact, what I hated the most was not this article, but Xiao Baiyang.

I thought I really wrote a bad article of the century, even though I liked it very much, so I thought at the time, it’s okay, even if you don’t like it, it’s enough for me to like it, at least I’m worthy of my 50 words.Later, I found that many people actually liked it, so I gradually calmed down and gradually realized that as long as I did my best and wrote it seriously, some people would hate it, and some people would appreciate it.

Unknowingly, I posted a complaint. When Xiao Baiyang was pinched and hated the most, I didn’t write so many things to express my sympathy. I just posted a long Weibo that was even more scolding. It’s really interesting to think about it. My ability to resist stress has been exercised, and it is much stronger than you imagined.

It may be that the eyeliner tattoo is a bit painful today, and I can't help but feel sorry for myself.

I am a typical Scorpio, very strong, very good-looking, I would rather arm myself with thorns, which makes people disgusted, and I am more afraid of being seen as weak.

Posting this today, many people will comfort me, but there will also be people who will say, you said this just to comfort the fans, to let the fans praise you, you still write badly after you say so much.

Yeah, don't you like to hear nice things?

Yes, I write badly, but I still write happily. Happiness is the ultimate pursuit of my life.

In short, the same sentence: I will write what I like, and it will not change for anyone.

Of course, I am sincerely grateful to every reader who supports me, whether you will continue to like me or not, I am grateful for the encouragement and support you have given me.

went to bed~