"Hey, isn't this Young Master Lu? Why didn't I see Boss Song coming with you today?"
After hearing this, Lu Yuhao felt his teeth itching with hatred, but he smiled like a chrysanthemum and said, "Do you want Song Ziyang to go abroad for three years and still have an old sweetheart who you still miss in China? Can I help you date him?"
Zhou Heng was not annoyed when he heard this, but said with a smile: "Okay, give him a call and ask him to come drink now! I'm treating you!"
Lu Yuhao rolled his eyes at Zhou Heng and said angrily: "You know that I hate him so much that you dare to mention this to me!"
Zhou Heng pulled Lu Yuhao towards the private room and said, "Why do you still remember your grudges so long ago?"
Lu Yuhao snorted angrily: "Did he miss me when he left? It's useless for you to say nice things for him, I'm deaf!"
Zhou Heng looked at Lu Yuhao funny and said, "We won't talk about Boss Song today. We won't come back until we get drunk!"
Lu Yuhao smiled and said, "Okay, I haven't gotten you drunk for a long time. Just wait and see tonight!"
Song Ziyang parked the Rolls-Royce in front of Lu Yuhao's villa and patiently waited while smoking. However, it was almost eleven o'clock and he hadn't come back yet. Even a good-tempered person couldn't stand it any longer, so he killed her fiercely.
Smoke up and drive home
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Lu Yuhao finally managed to get Zhou Heng down, and he also drank a lot. After resting for a while, he felt sober. Although he regretted sending Xiao Li home, it was just that in the middle of the night, Lu Yuhao really
I don’t like to trouble others, so I grabbed the keys and drove home by myself.
Lu Yuhao always likes to play a few DJ songs to cheer him up while driving. Although he doesn't like it very much, he will not fall asleep if he is noisy.
As he drove, he thought that even if Song Ziyang wanted to catch him, he would probably go home. He didn't forget that Song Ziyang had a good habit of coming home at eleven o'clock.
He cracked the corner of his mouth and smiled. He was so drunk that he didn't notice an inconspicuous red light on the roadside, which passed straight past.
A heavy-duty truck bumped into Lu Yuhao's car at the intersection on the left. Lu Yuhao felt a pain in his chest and head and lost consciousness.
It was already half past twelve when Song Ziyang got home. He took a shower and went to bed. He habitually picked up a book and flipped through it casually. He always felt uneasy...