It was obvious that she was in a very bad mood today, so bad that she unexpectedly wanted to drink to drown her sorrows, even though she didn't look drunk at the moment.
"Qianqian, drink less, you don't know how to drink."
"You have to learn how to drink if you don't know how to drink."
Qian Qian smiled lightly and took away Qian's hand that was reaching out to grab her wine, and then drank the remaining half of the beer in the glass.
Time passed by minute by second, and the bar that was originally full of jazz atmosphere was replaced by the laughter of a group of people.
And such a carnival atmosphere also infected Qian Qianqian.
She watched some of them singing, some dancing, and some even pole dancing happily. Their devilish and fiery movements made her burst into laughter.
I can no longer tell how much genuine joy there is in such laughter.
The clock unknowingly pointed to past nine o'clock in the evening. In the Shi family villa, Shi Jing's face turned slightly gloomy.
He was flipping through the newspaper in his hand without much thought. He glanced out the door from time to time, but still no one was there.
For the first time, he found that it was really uncomfortable to sit quietly at home and wait for someone, and it would even drive him crazy the longer he waited.
"Damn it, how long has it been and you still haven't come back!"
He angrily threw aside the torn newspaper in his hand, stood up from the sofa, took out his mobile phone and wanted to make a call, but as soon as he pressed a number, he stopped again and frowned inadvertently.
Became a ball.
An indescribable color quietly slipped through his eyes.
Those are my friends, they are just like me, they are from two different worlds from you, so.
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You don't have to do this at all.
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What Qian Qianqian said to him before going out was filled with obvious impatience and some restraint that he couldn't describe. He could even vaguely hear the deliberateness in the words she said to him.
of alienation.
She said that was her friend.
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She did not consider her friend to be his friend, she believed that they were people from two different worlds.
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Thinking of this, Shi Jing's brows wrinkled uncomfortably again.
He realized that Qian Qianqian felt strange to him today. Was it because his self-righteous tyranny and authoritarianism over and over again made her breathless, and finally she couldn't bear it anymore?
Thinking of this, he put the phone back in frustration and sat down on the sofa again.
Perhaps, he wanted to give her more private space and let her get along with her friends more, instead of really treating her as a woman who owed him money and had to be obedient to him.
only.
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Qian Qianqian, does she know, his self-righteous tyranny, his unreasonable tyranny, she just wants to...
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Use it on her alone??
Suddenly, Shi Jing felt a little powerless. Although he was anxious for her to come back, he couldn't do anything at this moment.
The phone felt hot in his hand and he frowned fiercely. He wanted to dial it out several times, but in the end he forced himself to hold back.
He didn't know that, in fact, the real thoughts of the dead girl in his heart were not these.
What she wanted was what he least wanted to give her. Even if he did too much, that stupid woman with little talent would not understand.