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-Grandpa, work overtime tonight and won't go back.

Vaguely looking at the buttons on the phone, I finally made up the words, so I turned off the phone and threw it on the bar, next to several various wine bottles lying around, the elegant goblet has long been Set aside.Yin Zhihou just wants to get drunk as soon as possible now, and maybe he won't remember anything tomorrow.

I don't know where Min Zhihao found out about this matter, he thought that it was long gone, from the moment he could drive calmly, from the moment he found his grandfather, he was able to let go up.

But the truth made him feel a deep chill.

"Sir, you can't drink any more."

A clear voice came from his ear, besides the waiter's voice and the surrounding noises, it made him understand that he was still awake, he finished the remaining half bottle of vodka, put it on the bar with a jingle, and paid the bill leave.

The bar was too chaotic, and when I came out, I felt much more refreshed when the wind blew.

Standing on the side of the road like this, looking at the turbulent traffic, listening to the sound of the wind passing between the vehicles and the sound of the wheels passing by, it seems that I saw the day when the world collapsed again, and all I heard in my ears were the whispers of the noisy crowd. It was no accident that his eyes were blood red, covering up the whole world like that, just because it was President Yin's family.

So the mood became heavy and complicated again, starting from Min Zhihao telling him the truth.

Well, he has indeed mastered his weakness.

I can't let my grandpa see me like this, so I can't go home, but where can I go now?

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Zheng Anzhi opened the door and saw Yin Zhihou who was leaning against the door and was a little drunk. He was really surprised. Before he had time to ask him what happened, he heard him muttering: "Why is there someone?"

Yin Zhihou rubbed his temples wearily, he seemed to be a little sober, and then he remembered that Zheng Anzhi had already taken control of this place.

Seeing his appearance, she was a little worried, so she pushed him to sit down on the sofa, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong? Isn't there a meeting today? What happened?"

"It's nothing," Yin Zhihou paused, and said in a somewhat confused manner, "It's just a fight with Min Zhihao."

"What?" Is this still all right?Zheng Anzhi was a little unbelievable at first, how indebted that guy Min Zhihao was, and Yin Zhihou, who has always been graceful, also made a move; then he became more worried, and took his hand to look carefully, "Then you didn't hurt anywhere, did you? Is it okay?"

"Yeah." Yin Zhihou replied in a daze, and leaned on the sofa a little drowsily.During the day, as soon as he punched that person, he was stopped by the security guards who came after hearing the news, but his hand was a little sore.It was the first time that I left the mess and let others solve it. I wanted to laugh a little childishly, but I couldn't.

"What are you wandering around so late, why don't you go home?" Zheng Anzhi was still murmuring, with a hint of complaint, but he suddenly covered his mouth and looked away, feeling a little cramped and unsure Overwhelmed.

"Don't make noise, just for a while. Let me rest for a while." Yin Zhihou said drowsily, and his hand slipped down weakly.

Are you asleep?Zheng Anzhi touched him lightly, but there was no response, so he went to get a blanket to cover him, and ran to the room with his mobile phone to call his colleagues softly to inquire about the situation.The aluminum tax is lowered in the garden, and the shackles are shinned. ∥ base

With Min Zhihao's stingy and calculating personality, how could he not fight back?It's incredible.

After tossing and turning and not being able to figure it out, Zheng Anzhi lay in bed for a while in a daze. Zheng Anzhi sat up, thinking about whether he should wake Yin Zhihou up and drink some hangover soup - it would be very uncomfortable to sleep in this way tomorrow.When I came out to look, I found that Yin Zhihou had already got up, sitting by the French window and covering his head, he seemed to have a headache.

"Why did you open the window? It's said to be very cold tonight." Zheng Anzhi walked over and asked softly.

"It's a bit boring." Yin Zhihou looked out the window, a little absent-minded.

"Eh? It's snowing?" Zheng Anzhi was a little surprised, but the weather forecast was inaccurate. It seemed that the snow was heavy, and it might take some effort when Jing came back tomorrow.

She noticed that Yin Zhihou had lost his voice again, so she couldn't help asking: "What's the matter? What did Min Zhihao tell you?"

Yoon Ji Hoo clenched his fist silently, then slowly loosened it, "I had a car accident when I was a child, and my parents died because of it. I always thought it was an accident, and I blamed me for being playful and covering my father's eyes, but Min Ji Hoo Tell me it wasn't an accident at all."

"That's..." Zheng Anzhi suddenly realized that the reason why the former president resigned was because

Yin Zhihou smiled wryly, "If our family doesn't have a president and no consortium. If it's just an ordinary family, wouldn't it be like this?"

"Don't think about it anymore, it's all over." Zheng Anzhi closed his eyes, his voice trembling.

Yin Zhihou clenched his fist and put it on his forehead, his heart ached like a tear, but it was still buried in his heart.

"Don't be like this, why don't you vent your sadness? This will only make it more painful." Zheng Anzhi looked at him, feeling like a knife was twisting his heart.

"I never thought that if my father and grandpa were not archaeologists, we would not be separated, and we would not have to worry about it. Those things buried in the ground for thousands of years, poisonous gas, corrosive substances, and collapse will happen at any time. Worried about losing them." Zheng Anzhi choked up a little, "But these are things that can't be helped, since there's no way to change it, some things have passed, let it pass, people didn't come to this world to suffer. "

It is because it is irreparable that it will be more painful.Yin Zhihou said with restraint: "Stop talking."

"It will make you feel better if you say it." Zheng Anzhi seemed unable to watch him go on like this anymore, and said in a crying voice, "If you endure like this, I will also feel sad. If you don't go home, you won't tell your friends , Do you think it will be good to find a place where no one will bother you and suffer alone?"

It's been so many years, why he still can't mind?Do you allow this feeling to torture yourself for the rest of your life?

Yoon Ji Hoo, why are you still unhappy.

"Also, why do you drink so much alcohol! Don't you know that drinking is harmful to your health!?"

The voice has not yet fallen, but this time there is no sound at all.

Zheng Anzhi's eyes widened, and he really saw his face right in front of his eyes, as if his eyelashes would touch his skin even if he blinked.The soft and cold lips were pressed against hers, and before she could react, her teeth were pried open and driven straight in, the spicy smell of wine spread over, a little choking.Unexpectedly, he was gagged like this, wanted to struggle, but was held tightly in his arms, and finally calmed down.

She closed her eyes, feeling the smell of sadness and pungentness coming together, tears running down her cheeks, she didn't know what it was like.

It turned out that this is the real kiss.

Cold snowflakes drifted in through the window, but no one noticed.But outside the window, the snow was getting bigger and bigger, gradually covering the whole city, lonely and desolate.