Wine is a medicine for penetrating intestines, color is a scraping knife, wealth is a tiger descending from the mountain, and qi is the root cause of trouble.

Shanfeng forgot where he saw this sentence, and he felt that he had all the wine, sex, money and energy.

The wine is blue and white, and the color is Song Qingxin.

Wealth is born from fate, is it angry...

Where does the anger come from?

Shanfeng rarely drinks white wine because he developed a habit of studying abroad. He drinks red wine and whiskey more frequently in recent years.

Shanfeng sat in the back row of Porsche Off-road, and felt that his body was hot and his breathing was rapid. He felt that his excitement from the inside to the outside was about to be burned.

He felt that at this moment he was like a stewing stove or a bomb about to explode. His heart was constantly expanding, and his chest cavity was almost hard to wrap.

"Master..." Shanfeng shouted: "Stop, stop on the roadside."

"Sir, there is no parking here, there is a park in front..."

"I'll let you stop." Shanfeng shouted.

He felt that the car was too stuffy, and if he didn't go out to take a breath, he would suffocate to death.

The driver of the designated driver did not dare to delay and drove the car to the bus stop with a foot throttle. Now the night is deep, and there were not many buses coming here. There are no need to worry about safety issues.

As soon as the car stopped, Shanfeng pushed open the car door and rushed out, holding the bus stop sign, and vomited in a sensation.

He vomited out all the soup he drank in the evening, but he couldn't spit out the wine he drank...

My body is still very hot, but my heart is still stuffy and uncomfortable.

He sat down on the seat on the bus platform, took off his suit jacket and threw it aside.

Bang!

A small box fell out of the clothes.

It was a gift he bought for Song Qingxin, which contained a Hermes scarf. He despised the original packaging too big, so he asked them to change this small box that they could carry with them.

He bent down and picked up the gift box from the ground, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He is mocking himself.

Lin Yuandong asked him what was in the box, and he said he bought a birthday gift for his mother because tomorrow is his mother's birthday.

At that time, he felt that this lie was seamless, no one could see any clues, and it was even more impossible for him to know his loss and depression.

He thought he was hiding well and was a performing genius.

However, when he was drunk and was sent to the car by Tang Ye, he woke up instantly...

I drove here. If I bought a birthday gift for my mother, why didn’t I put it in the car? Why did I walk into the private room with the gift for my mother?

At that moment, the mountain broke a little.

It turns out that the communication between adults is that no one will easily expose your failure and hypocrisy.

"Shanfeng, what are you doing? What do you want?"

"It's obviously not my own thing, why should I grab it?"

"Mountain...Mountain...You are such a waste..."

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An old lady walked to the front of the mountain with a steel basin, without saying a word, just looked at him with a glance.

Shanfeng thought about it and put the gift box in his hand into the steel basin.

The old lady glanced at him, picked up the gift box and threw it on the ground, but the steel basin in her hand was still stubbornly held in front of Shanfeng.

Shanfeng looked at the old lady's actions in surprise, and then laughed loudly, laughing so hard that he fell back and forth, tears of laughter came out...

"Hahaha, Song Qingxin doesn't want it, you don't want it either?"

"Interesting, so interesting... This is Hermes..."

"It turns out that it's not that the gift is wrong, it's that the person who gave it is wrong..."

"Grandma, I'm so cute..."

Shanfeng once again picked up the gift box from the ground, tore off the wrapping paper outside with a 'small' sound, took out the silk scarf that he carefully selected was embroidered with large and large Flying Dunhuang mural style from the box, and then carefully tied it to the old lady's neck.

Shanfeng looked at the scarf carefully and praised, "Grandma, you are so suitable to wear it. It looks better than Song Qingxin..."

The old lady was originally a little timid and wanted to avoid it. After hearing Shan Feng's words, a hint of shyness appeared on her old face, and a light flashed in her chaotic eyes.

Shanfeng opened the car door, searched the rear compartment for a while, and finally found his wallet that landed on the ground.

He took out all the banknotes in his wallet, including Chinese coins, as well as unused pounds and US dollars from abroad. Then he stuffed all the money into the steel basin in the old lady's hand and said, "I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you... I'll give it to the most beautiful woman in Huacheng... Hahaha..."

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Compassion is not love, it is sympathy.

No one is willing to devote his life because of sympathy for someone.

At least Song Qingxin is not that kind of person.

She naturally knew what Shanfeng wanted to do with him. Whether it was a sex rebellion or a mother's life, he was trying hard to pursue him.

However, Song Qingxin could not have had to satisfy her with all her strength because the other party had something to do.

Her own needs are not met yet...

"Where is marriage?" Tang Ye looked at Song Qingxin and asked, "Is there any sympathy in marriage?"

"Some have, some have not." Song Qingxin said, "But mine absolutely nothing. I will only like someone because of love, and marry someone because of love. All other factors are not something I need to consider."

"If you want power, I can fight for it myself. If you want money, I can earn it myself. As for those false reputations... if you can have it, it doesn't matter if you can't." Song Qingxin looked at Tang Ye, and his eyes in the dark were shining: "In this life, the first thing a person has to do is to please himself, and then to please others. Are you right?"

"Yes." Tang Ye nodded.

Since the first day I met her, Song Qingxin has been a woman who is centered on herself. Her purpose is very clear, she knows what she wants and doesn’t want. I try to fight for what I want. It’s useless to persuade anyone.

Of course, this requires strong psychological quality and personal ability to support it.

Otherwise, someone will call you a "silly" who is ignorant of the world.

Song Qingxin is young and beautiful, has an outstanding temperament, and has a great net worth. She is already in a high position at such an age...

However, even such a dazzling woman, because of her bold and wild style of acting, she will still be called "devil", "spicy", and "low emotional intelligence".

Who in this world can be liked by everyone?

The only thing you have to do is to make those you care about like you.

"I can please you." Song Qingxin looked at Tang Ye and said, "Because you make me very happy."

"Knock it......"

The driver who was eavesdropping on two people's words was shaking in his brain, and the car suddenly drifted to the left, almost colliding with a BYD in the driveway next to him.

He woke up instantly, tried his best to turn the steering wheel back, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, and apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't mean it..."

"It's okay, just be careful." Tang Ye said comforting and said, "You can drive slowly, we are not in a hurry."

"Yes, yes, yes, sorry, this kind of thing will never happen again..." The driver guaranteed repeatedly.

I thought to myself, I can't listen to these two drunks anymore.

God knows what other words they would say...especially this woman, who is so beautiful and has such a hot figure...

How do you say something so exciting?

For the sake of the safety of customers and their own lives, the driver of the driver really began to look at the nose and nose, staring straight ahead, and never dared to inquire about the movement behind the taxi.

Even if their Gan Chai fire burns, he will never take a look at it.

Tang Ye was shocked and sweated coldly just now, but he also knew that this matter could not be completely blamed on the driver...

After all, when he heard Song Qingxin say that just now, he felt his heartbeat accelerated and hit hard, as if he was about to break through his chest cavity...

After the delegate driver's mood stabilized, Tang Ye looked at Song Qingxin and reminded him: "He has picked up his steering wheel, your steering wheel is about to fly..."

Song Qingxin didn't care about the danger just now. She squinted her eyes and smiled like a beautiful flower fox, pretending to be wronged: "I'm saying serious things, you've thought wrongly, okay? Because of Secretary Tang, I feel like I'm being cared for and taken care of, and I'm very happy every day...Don't you think so? What kind of pleasure do you want?"

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Tang Ye couldn't tell her that you couldn't afford the pleasure I wanted.

The driver of the designated driver was trembling as if walking on thin ice and finally delivered the guests to his destination.

"Sir, Miss, the prosperity has arrived..."

Tang Ye's head was dizzy and his headache was split. He knew that he was shaking all the way through the car, and his alcoholism began to come up.

"Master, please wait for me here...I'll be back in a while." Tang Ye said.

He still remembered what Song Qingxin said, "He wanted to take the elevator with her and take her into the house..."

After sending her into the house, he had to take a bus back. At this time, let him walk to the entrance of the community to take a taxi...

He was afraid that he would accidentally sleep in the community garden.

"Tang Ye, are you okay?" Song Qingxin stared at Tang Ye's eyes and asked.

"I'm fine." Tang Ye said.

"No, you have something to do." Song Qingxin said with a confident look on his face: "You are drunk, unconscious, and your body is no longer under control... Now, relax your body, close your eyes, and then lie on me, and I will carry you upstairs."
Chapter completed!