Ling Ang drank wine in a big glass, and his heart was like a mountain surrounded by clouds and mist, and the sun was dark.
During this period, his thoughts were extremely confusing. The matter of shares had not been resolved yet. Grandma did not support him, mother did not agree with him, and he knew that he had lost a child.
Just now, this happened inexplicably.
His heart was really depressed, as if it was filled with tens of thousands of tons of stones.
The atmosphere of a person is even more gloomy, like a mountain pressing him tightly, making him feel breathless.
He picked up the phone and called Jiang Li. Jiang Li turned off the phone, and Zheng Yan was on a business trip.
He smiled bitterly, and when he was lonely, he would only be even more lonely.
He had no choice but to call Gu Chun.
When Gu Chun arrived, he saw the empty cup in front of him, and his eyebrows were deep and frowned, "And, what's wrong?"
Ling Ang shook the wine in the glass, and the pain on his face spread out layer by layer, "Gu Chun, why is life always so difficult?"
Gu Chun looked at him in confusion, "What happened?"
Ling Ang's mind was replaying the heart-wrenching scene. He raised his glass without any sense of consciousness and took a big sip, and said in a flash: "I don't know... I really want to know nothing."
"Is something happening to Aoshuang?"
He drank quietly without saying a word.
Gu Chun knew a little about his expression and sighed softly, "There is a saying that "It is easy to fall in love and hard to get along with each other." It is impossible for the only two of you who love each other in this world. You have to face the people and everyone around you. Things that you sow will cause invisible obstacles to you and cause your physical and mental trauma. That's why you say that love is both sides, which is both pleasing and hurting."
Ling Ang raised his lips bitterly. They seemed not as simple as external reasons, and it seemed that there were many things to hold.