But, annoying, he couldn't stop her from being annoyed anymore.
She cried until her heart broke.
No wonder everyone says that women’s tears are the most powerful weapon in the world!
He scratched his hair and ran out to smoke alone. Amidst the smoke, he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart. Her cry was always in his ears, like the voice of the devil.
"Why is a person smoking here alone?"
A handsome man walked through the silent corridor, smelling of alcohol. Fu Hong drank a little too much, so he came up to a room to rest for a while.
"Light a cigarette for me."
Fu Hong walked next to him and leaned against the wall. Chang Mian immediately took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for him. The two of them leaned against the wall, just like when they were children.
It was the first time I smoked. Two people climbed over the wall and came to the back door of the school. I don’t know what happened that day, but they were very annoyed, so they bought a pack of cigarettes.
Because it's my first time smoking.
Choking people to death!
It's still fresh in my memory.
"Prince, why do you think women are so troublesome?" Chang Mian looked at the lonely Fu Hong distractedly, "You are still wise. If you don't have any peach blossoms around you, you won't have troubles. If you had known, I wouldn't want women."
"Who said I didn't?" Fu Hong blew out a smoke ring and smiled bitterly.
Chang Mian was surprised: "You have one too?" Why didn't he know? No wonder he kept it privately like him?
Fu Hong's face could not be seen clearly in the smoke, and he could only hear his extremely lonely voice. Maybe he had really drunk too much, and his usual restraint had disappeared.
The voice in his ears sounded like he was choking.
For a long time, he felt that it was not true. For a moment, he felt that Fu Hong seemed to be crying. Maybe it was his own hallucination. How could a man cry, let alone a prince?
"Yes, I don't know where she is? I lost her."
"Then go find it."
"I've been looking for it." Fu Hong took another puff of cigarette. His face was really stained with tears. Only he knew the feeling of heartache: "But I can't find her. I can't find her.
I don’t know where.”
"Would you like me to help you find it?"
The next second, Fu Hong was already staggering towards his guest room, "No, mind your own business."
Chang Mian followed, helped Fu Hong find the guest room, opened the door, and then turned back.
When he returned to Chang Shang's guest room, the woman was completely asleep. She smelled of alcohol, not to mention how unpleasant it was.
Chang Mian helplessly carried her to the bathroom, took off her clothes and cleaned her, then threw her on the bed again. He still felt annoyed, so he sat next to her and smoked quietly alone.
The receiver on his suit rang again. He put off all social activities and simply turned off the receiver. He turned off his cell phone, walked to the window and looked at the bright night sky, thinking quietly all night long.
Chang Mian rubbed his temples heavily with his hands.
Finally, he lay down on the chair and fell asleep without knowing it. It wasn't until early the next morning that he heard a noise in the room. He was in a light sleep and opened his eyes immediately.
"My head hurts..." the woman on the bed muttered. Chang Mian was still very sleepy, so he opened his eyes slightly and continued to sleep leaning against the back of the chair.
For a moment, there were noises in the room, footsteps, a blanket on the body, and then the sound of water running from the bathroom.