The cell phone rang suddenly, breaking the hazy atmosphere. Zheng Yuan hurriedly answered the phone and accidentally pressed the speakerphone button.
A male voice came clearly from the microphone, "Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan, I miss you so much...I really miss you so much that my heart hurts just thinking about it."
The man's voice sounded extremely painful, as if he was desperate, like a drowning man.
His speech was unclear and slurred, as if he was drunk.
The atmosphere suddenly changed, and a cold breath came from behind. Zheng Yuan was angry and annoyed, and wanted to hang up the phone, but a big hand reached out from behind and took the phone away.
Her eyebrows twitched and she shouted coldly, "Don't play on the phone if you have nothing to do. I'm very busy."
Chi Mo's desperate and sad voice sounded, "I know I was wrong. If I had been firmer in my stance, I wouldn't have..."
He seemed awake yet confused, confessing vaguely.
The air-conditioning became more and more gloomy, Zheng Yuan's scalp went numb, and she scolded Chi Mo a hundred times in her heart.
"Don't mention the past anymore, and please don't call me again in the future."
Her cold words did not repel the distressed man, "Yuanyuan, I'm so uncomfortable that I'm about to die. Come on, have another drink. I'd rather drink myself to death."
"Bang." There was a sound, as if something broke, and there was no sound anymore.
Zheng Yuan frowned and stretched out her little hand for the phone. Ouyang Yun's meaningful expression made her confused.
A strange male voice came from the phone, "Miss, this gentleman has drunk too much. Please come over and pay the bill."
"What?" Zheng Yuan was completely speechless, "He is not short of money, let him get married by himself."
She doesn't want to be Lei Feng.
The male voice was a little impatient, "He has no money, please hurry up, we are at XX Bar here."
As soon as these words were spoken, the other party hung up the phone.
Zheng Yuan frowned slightly, feeling very bad.
Ouyang Yun played with his phone, with a hint of ridicule on his lips. "Is it Chi Mo?"
Isn't this asking questions knowingly? But Zheng Yuan didn't dare to go back. She always felt that she had done something wrong, so she nodded weakly, "Yes."
Ouyang Yun's eyes flashed, "I'll handle it. This kid dares to pester you. I'm really impatient."
He misunderstood and thought that his wife was uneasy because she was being pestered by this shameless guy, causing huge psychological pressure.
In the XX bar, demons danced wildly, the lights were feasting, and it was a charming and blurry scene.
In the corner, Chi Mo was holding a glass of wine and sipping it from time to time. His face was red and he was drunk, as if he was very drunk.
A pair of drunken and red eyes, slightly messy hair, and a dejected face.
A gust of fragrant wind came, and the crisp sound of high heels got closer and closer. A strange light flashed in his eyes, and he murmured to himself, "Yuanyuan, I am in so much pain. This heartache is all trouble, Yuanyuan..."
Every sound of "Yuanyuan" means deep affection and deep heartache.
A white and tender little hand threw a card on the bar, "I'll pay this gentleman, please."
The bartender quickly picked up the card and started swiping it, "Okay, please wait a moment."
Chi Mo's expression froze, and he raised his head little by little. A strand of hair covered his eyebrows, "Who are you? I don't need a woman's money...I don't need your attentiveness."
"It's me. You don't even recognize me? Why are you so drunk? Ah Mo, are you worried? You can tell me that you always praise me for being considerate."
She sounded very familiar, as if they were very close to each other.