"What's wrong?" Min Haomin asked worriedly, put down the things in his hands, washed his hands, stepped forward and tried An Youruo's forehead with his hands. It was not hot, but she looked unhappy and pursed her lips.
"I'm fine, I'm not sick, I don't have a fever." An Youruo pushed Min Haomin's hand away impatiently, "I'm too bored. I want to go out and go to a bar."
"Bar?" Min Haomin was stunned, thinking he heard wrongly.
"Yes, bar!" An Youruo repeated.
"You didn't like to go to that kind of place at night before. You liked to go to bed early and get up early." Min Haomin said good-naturedly, "You said that this is good for your health, but nightlife is bad for your health -"
"I'm not your Su Lianrong." An Youruo sighed. This kid is so easy to coax. A few words and deeds similar to Su Lianrong deceived him and made him believe that she was his Su Lianrong. "Do you think she is his Su Lianrong?"
Can you really come back from the dead?——"
"Okay, don't be angry, I'll go with you." Min Haomin seemed quite unwilling to hear what An Youruo said, and immediately nodded in agreement.
"I want to go to the busiest and craziest bar here." An Youruo said immediately.
Min Haomin said nothing more and nodded in agreement.
Returning to the familiar atmosphere, An Youruo immediately felt inexplicably excited. She put on low-cut clothes, tight-fitting fabrics, and a graceful figure that could not be concealed. She successfully attracted everyone the moment she entered the bar.
With her eyes wide open, she completely forgot about Min Haomin who came with her, and blended into the lively crowd with a bright smile.
Min Haomin sat at an empty table and waited quietly. Looking at the bright face under the dim light, he suddenly felt a strange feeling. It seemed that at this moment, Su Lianrong was moving away from him, leaving uncontrollably.
An Youruo's drinking capacity is actually average. She just likes this kind of liveliness where she can forget everything. At this time, she will feel that she is a queen and a person that everyone admires. She doesn't have to think about any problems and just exist simply.
Just fine.
After drinking a few glasses of wine, her head was a little dizzy. The man next to her was approaching her in an obscene manner, and his eyes were wandering around her body without caring about her. This made her feel a little satisfied with disgust.
Subconsciously, I turned around and saw Min Haomin sitting at the table in the corner in the dim light. He must be someone who doesn't come often, or who rarely comes here. Otherwise, who would choose such a person when coming to the bar?
Staying in an inconspicuous place, the purpose of staying here is to attract other people's attention and have an ambiguous emotion, at least for her.
Holding the wine glass, she pushed the man beside her away and walked toward Min Haomin with a shaky step. She smiled like a silly child. The alcohol made her unable to control her expression.
"What are you doing?" Her face was suddenly close to Min Haomin's face, and the eyelashes on her eyes could already touch Min Haomin's face, which made her feel a little itchy.
Min Haomin subconsciously stepped back.
"It's okay. I'm waiting for you. You're not in good health. Don't drink too much." He said as gently as possible. The strange feeling just now made him indescribably uncomfortable, as if he had a dream and suddenly there was no warning.
wake up.
"You are angry -" An Youruo smiled proudly, "You don't like those men approaching me. If you don't like it, just come with me. Come and have a drink together!"
Min Haomin's heart felt vaguely painful. At this moment, he felt more and more that he was waking up. This feeling was a bit reluctant and uncomfortable.
"Okay, be obedient. If you want to drink, go ahead. I'll wait here." He gave his body to An Youruo with some refusal. He seemed to refuse to get closer to An Youruo's body, and handed An Youruo over.
The wine glass was pushed outward.
An Youruo pouted and said a little coquettishly: "No, I must have you drink with me!"
With that said, the wine glass was brought to Min Haomin's mouth. It had a slightly spicy taste. Just as Min Haomin was about to refuse, the wine was put into his slightly open mouth. He had to swallow it. It wasn't that he didn't know how to drink, but he still subconsciously
I coughed a few times. I drank too much wine and choked a little.
"That's right, that's how you behave!" An Youruo said with a smile.
Min Haomin frowned slightly and sighed softly. Lan Yuexin was right. After a person dies and turns into ashes, how can he be resurrected? He is just lying to himself, but why does this person look like this?
Like lotus seed, and know so many habits of lotus seed?!
It's OK to look like someone, but you can't deliberately imitate tiny habits that only he knows, right? Who is she?
By the way, she seems to have said her name is An Youruo. She shouldn't be from this city. What is she doing here? Is it just to remind him that he misses Lianrong?
"What are you thinking about?" An Youruo looked at Min Haomin who was in a daze curiously. His expression was a little strange, confused and disappointed, as if he was asleep and yet awake.
Min Haomin subconsciously stepped back, which was a bit obvious.
"I'm afraid I'm poisonous!" An Youruo was a little annoyed, and immediately moved his body closer to Min Haomin. The air was filled with the smell of various alcohols, strong aroma, and loud music.
Min Haomin was a little disappointed. This was so unlike Lianrong. In this situation, it seemed that he could feel the difference between this woman and Su Lianrong. One was calm and easy-going, always had a gentle smile, and the other was gorgeous and charming, blooming like a rose.
Fascinating.
"You are not Lianrong——" Min Haomin's voice was a little disappointed and frustrated.
An Youruo looked at Min Haomin's disappointment and was a little angry. What was so good about that woman who looked very similar to her? She deserved this. Was he treating her well just because he thought she was Su Lianrong?! However, she had said that
She is not, it is his own wishful thinking!
"I said a long time ago that I am not Su Lianrong, I am An Youruo!" An Youruo said angrily and loudly, "It is you who insists on me saying that I am Su Lianrong, but I am not! Do you hear clearly now?
I’m not, I’m not your dead fiancée!”
She intentionally made the word "die" very clear.
Min Haomin felt uncomfortable in his heart, and he was so depressed that he wanted to cry out, but he sat blankly, thinking, yes, Lianrong has obviously expired and died, what else is he thinking?!
An Youruo glanced at Min Haomin who was in a daze angrily, turned around and left bitterly. She wanted to continue drinking and having fun, what should a fool like him do?
Min Haomin felt his head hurt. He subconsciously grabbed the wine glass on the table and drank it unconsciously. The wine was spicy and flowed quickly down his throat into his body, burning in his chest like fire.