"Hey! Please tell me clearly, is it you who don't save face for me, or I who don't save face for you?" Zheng Yujie and Liu Xiaoya argued.
Listening to their happy laughter and flirting voices, Ling Aotian felt extremely uncomfortable and no longer had the courage to step through the door!
Ling Aotian turned around and walked out gently, came to the car, and saw an old lady surrounding his car and looking at it constantly.
Ling Aotian was in a bad mood and didn't want to pay attention to the old lady. He opened the car door and started the car. When the old lady heard the sound of the engine, she seemed startled and hurriedly stepped away, muttering to herself: "This
The car is good, and so is Yongyong’s car.”
Ling Aotian ignored what the old lady said and drove out.
Ling Aotian returned home to City S and fell down on the sofa, unable to get up again!
He was only thinking about one thing painfully in his heart: "Liu Xiaoya is getting married, and Zheng Yujie has already called her daddy. Maybe they have already gone through the marriage formalities, but they haven't invited guests to the banquet yet!"
I have lost her! I have completely lost her! Xiaoya! She will never come back to me again!"
Thinking that Liu Xiaoya would never come back, that he could no longer hold her to sleep, could no longer get close to her red lips, and could no longer touch her skin, his heart felt as if it was broken, and he kept twitching.
!
He wants to drink, he wants to get drunk, he wants to drown his sorrows with wine, he wants to use wine to anesthetize himself and forget all his worries!
He missed Fang Shaoyun. This man who didn't have many friends, when he wanted to drink, he could only go to Fang Shaoyun!
Fang Shaoyun and Lu Xueqin were wandering around the street with Fang Qiang. There were no old people in either family, and there were no other relatives, but this was good, it saved a lot of trouble, and the family of three walked happily on the street.
Fang Qiang was tired from walking, so Fang Shaoyun carried him on his back.
There were many people on the street and it was noisy everywhere. Fang Shaoyun's cell phone rang for a long time without hearing it. When he let Fang Qian down, he realized that someone had called him.
Taking out his cell phone and looking at it, Fang Shaoyun said to Lu Xueqin: "It was Aotian who hit me. I don't know what happened to him."
Lu Xueqin said: "You take it."
Fang Shaoyun answered: "Hey! Aotian, where are you?"
"Home!" Ling Aotian's voice was muffled.
"What are you doing at home? Come out and take a stroll! There are so many beauties on the streets. It's your loss if you don't come out to feast your eyes on them!" Fang Shaoyun said with a bad smile.
Lu Xueqin elbowed him, and Fang Shaoyun laughed and said, "Aotian, what's the matter?"
"Drink with me!"
"You want to drink? OK, come to my house!"
"Not coming!"
"Then where do you want to drink?"
"casual!"
Fang Shaoyun was a little dumbfounded: "I asked you to come to my house, but you didn't come. I asked you where you wanted to drink, but you didn't tell me. How about I come to your house?"
"good!"
"What kind of food do you have there?"
"No."
Fang Shaoyun was very dizzy: "I said Aotian, you are too picky. I have seen pickers, but I have never seen you pick like this! People are like iron roosters, but I think you are like a stainless steel rooster. Even the iron is gray.
I can’t bear to drop any of it! It’s Chinese New Year and you don’t even prepare any dishes at home. If a guest comes, do you want them to drink the northwest wind?”
Lu Xueqin turned his elbow again, and Fang Shaoyun laughed again: "Okay! Okay! I'm afraid of you! I'll go home right away and get some of my bacon and sausages, and buy some braised vegetables, okay?"