He is from a fighting nation

"You are a control freak, crazy!" Du Feng became more and more excited as he spoke, and suddenly stood up, "You follow me in everything on the surface, but in fact you control everything about me behind the scenes. As for the project last time, I can obviously rely on it. I signed it myself, you must intervene!!! Why? Why do you have to hold my weakness and hold me firmly in the palm of your hand? Why do you have to witness my most embarrassing moment?!"

"I'm helping you." Wu Liang clenched his fists, his nails were pinched so that his palms hurt, "I thought that you asked me to help my uncle and aunt buy a house because... you meant to settle down with me. I would be wrong Sorry, sorry."

"Besides, regarding Europe, you submitted your application without first consulting with me. I rejected it because you have a language barrier. You can have a better development here, I promise."

"Yes, you are right about everything," Du Feng put on his coat, "Let's break up, I'm tired."

"Du Feng." Wu Liang stood up, clasped Du Feng's wrist, and said word by word: "I don't know."

"Let go."

"Let's talk about it."

"There's nothing to talk about, let me say it again," Du Feng stared at Wu Liang coldly, "let go."

Wu Liang lowered his head, his arms trembling, "Don't be angry, I was wrong, I will give you whatever you want, please don't leave, okay?"

"Oh," Du Feng let out a low laugh, grabbed Wu Liang's neck and pushed him onto the sofa, "Mr. Wu, you are so cheap, you are rushing to find a man to fuck you. That's right, you too Can't find a woman, a man like you who is worse than a eunuch, who else can bear you except me? Please, please, I won't break up. "

Under the backlight, Du Feng's face was ferocious, looking very strange, Wu Liang's blood seemed to be frozen, "I... Please..."

Wu Liang's lips moved and he didn't continue speaking.By accident, he suddenly remembered Zhou Xiangwan's broken thoughts - "You and Wu Jing are only two points away, why didn't he have some of his wolf-warrior temperament..." He also remembered the little cake he ate at the restaurant that day, He always thought that love would be like a cake, sweet and soft, but he didn't expect it to be like a rope, strangling him out of breath.

It's his birthday today. He doesn't want to eat steak. He wants to eat a delicious and sweet cake. It doesn't need to be very big, a small piece is enough.He thought Du Feng would bring them here, but he didn't expect Du Feng to not remember at all.

Seeing Wu Liang staring at him in a daze, Du Feng thought that he had successfully controlled Wu Liang again, so he smiled triumphantly, gently wiped away Wu Liang's tears, and said, "Be good, Wu Liang, as long as you are good, I will love you forever."

Wu Liang stared at Du Feng, "Do you really love me?"

Du Feng said: "Of course I love you, baby. I'm just short-tempered. Did I hurt you? I'll show you off."

Wu Liang didn't like people being so close to him, but he couldn't say no to him - he was never qualified to lose his temper with Du Feng.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!"

"Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong!"

The door was knocked, but there was no response, and the doorbell rang like crazy again.

Du Feng suddenly got up from the sofa, straightened his clothes quickly, and said, "Don't open the door yet, go and see who it is."

Wu Liang wiped the corners of his eyes, and his face returned to normal. He walked slowly to the door and stared at the cat's eyes for a long time.

"Who? It's my mother?" Du Feng hurriedly started to clear the candles on the table.

"No." Wu Liang opened the door, and as soon as he opened it, a strong smell of alcohol rushed into his nostrils. Wu Liang's eyes were fixed, and he said, "Zhou Xiangwan, how do you know my home is here?"

Outside the door, Zhou Xiangwan's complexion was gloomy, his hair was slightly disheveled, his eyes moved down, and he paused for a while on Wu Liang's neck. His lips were thin, and when he pursed his lips, he looked very majestic and cold, "Who pinched you?"

Wu Liang said, "Are you drunk?"

"Young Master Zhou!!! My ancestors..."

Qian Meng ran out of the elevator, sweating profusely, with a DSLR hanging around his neck, holding stacks of pink RMB in his hand, and the visual estimate was five to sixty thousand.

"I'm going crazy, Mr. Wu! It's you!" Qian Meng looked saved, "Help me, I'm crazy, I'm going crazy! I'm really going crazy! Damn, I'm going to hang myself. Zhou Xiang Wan is no better than a beast when he's drunk! I really can't handle him alone!"

Wu Liang: "...what are you doing?"

Zhou Xiangwan pushed Wu Liang away, stepped into the door, and met Du Feng's eyes, "Did you hit him?"

Du Feng frowned and looked at him: "Zhou Xiangwan, this is our business, you have no right to meddle, right? Besides, Wu Liang is mine, so I can do whatever I want..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Xiangwan punched Du Feng down on the table. The glass was knocked down and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

"You deserve it?" Zhou Xiangwan pinched Du Feng's neck, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, "Die to me!"

Zhou Xiangwan picked up the wine bottle, pinched Du Feng's chin, and with his thin mouth facing down, he slammed it into Du Feng's throat quickly and mercilessly. Du Feng's throat protruded in a terrifying arc, and he made a painful hoo hoo sound. Zhou Xiangwan remained indifferent, and slowly turned the wine bottle in a circle as if enjoying himself.

"Zhou Xiangwan!" Wu Liang grabbed Zhou Xiangwan's clothes by the nape of his neck and dragged them back desperately, "What are you doing, let him go! People will die, let go!"

Zhou Xiangwan's eyes trembled, his hands loosened, and Du Feng rolled on the ground, clutching his throat and retching desperately.

"Du Feng, are you okay?" Wu Liang hurriedly stepped forward to help Du Ruo, and said anxiously, "Is your throat sore? Open your mouth and show me!"

Du Feng pushed Wu Liang away forcefully, and laughed out of anger, his voice was hoarse and ugly, "You and Zhou Xiangwan are having sex?"

"No! I don't know what he's crazy about," Wu Liang rushed forward and pulled Du Feng, "Don't go, let's make it clear!"

Zhou Xiangwan clicked his tongue, picked up Wu Liang's knees, picked him up and threw him on the sofa, leaning forward, Lan Youyou's eyes were firmly locked on Wu Liang, "Don't talk to him, he treats you better. Not good."

Wu Liang was already on the verge of rage, he tried his best to calm down, and said, "Let me go. We have something to talk about."

Zhou Xiangwan shook his head, "No. You bastard."

Qian Meng, a melon eater, almost couldn't hold the RMB in his hand, so he was about to kneel down to Zhou Xiangwan on the spot.

"Okay, that's great," Du Feng took a deep look at Wu Liang, "You guys are really kind." After speaking, he slammed the door and strode out.

So ugly.

Wu Liang looked at the trembling door, his nose was sore, how could it be so ugly?He obviously just wanted to have a simple birthday.

The room was dead silent for a moment, Wu Liang broke free from Zhou Xiangwan's shackles with strength from nowhere, pointed at the door and shouted: "Get out!!! Get out of here!!! This is my home, why do you come in, roll!!!"

Qian Mengsheng had nothing to love, he pulled Zhou Xiangwan, and coaxed: "Young Master Zhou, let's go, I'll take you to the grave to play disco, shall we?"

Zhou Xiangwan heard the words, not only did not leave, but also sat cross-legged on the sofa, like a big Buddha, with arms folded, lips pursed with an unhappy expression.

Wu Liang fell straight on the other side of the sofa, his clothes were messy, and he raised his arms to cover his eyes, looking like he was about to go berserk.

With a sad face, Qian Meng said to Wu Liang: "Mr. Wu, I have to go back and find a publicist to suppress the news. Just now, Young Master Zhou got drunk, took 50 cash, and sprinkled it while running, and sprinkled it in the city center. Fortunately, it did not cause congestion. It's a tragedy, but it's fucking enough. Besides, when he's drunk, he hits strangers whenever he sees him. Mr. Wu, for the sake of the company, can you help me? He... is very good now, please It's gone!" After Qian Meng finished speaking, he took off his DSLR, took out Zhou Xiangwan's cell phone, put it on the ground, and seemed to be running away, "I'm leaving!"

After Qian Meng left, the room was so quiet that only the breathing of the two could be heard. Wu Liang's stomach ached, and he had no desire to get up.Not long after, Zhou Xiangwan's vague and low voice was suddenly heard.

"I'm ready."

What are you ready for?Are you tearing down the house?Surprised, Wu Liang straightened up, only to see Zhou Xiangwan wearing a gray pajamas, sitting on the ground among a pile of brand-new pink renminbi, holding the SLR left by Qian Meng in his hand.

Zhou Xiangwan's drunk record is playing on the SLR.

"Qian Meng, I've never been drunk. If I'm drunk, don't let a woman take me to bed." This was before Zhou Xiangwan drank, and he was barely a person.

"Qian Meng, this pole actually hit me! You don't even apologize, you're too crazy." Zhou Xiangwan got into a pole with the telephone pole as the first step out after getting drunk. , who loves so and so, insisted on pointing at the electric pole fiercely and babbling in Russian, it was so noisy, and finally kicked the electric pole several times before giving up.

The two got out of the car, walked a few steps, and stopped in front of a glass door.

"Qian Meng, look, who is that little angel in the mirror?! It's me, it's me, it's me!"

Qian Meng: "You can be sober, you are obviously a devil!"

"Qian Meng, I'm going to the Harbor Cemetery. Play disco with her."

"Young Master Zhou, the Harbor Cemetery is in Shanghai, stop slapping that little hand, it won't fly again!"

"Fart! Can't you see my invisible wings?!"