The secret of the past was revealed by Lao Zhang in front of everyone.
Several people did not dare to speak, looked at each other, and did not dare to take a breath.
Lao Zhang clapped his mouth regretfully: "Brother Jiang, I was just quick to talk."
Jiang Yao had a smile on his face, as if he didn't care: "It's okay."
But the smile didn't reach his eyes.
He poured a glass of wine so full that it almost overflowed, raised his head, and drank it all in one gulp.
"I'm ready to leave. You can continue to play. Just put the account directly in my name."
With that said, Jiang Yao took the coat from Xie Jiangzhi and put it on his shoulders.
"Brother Jiang, are you leaving now? How many minutes have you been out?"
"You weren't like this before. It's not your character to stay up all night."
Several people tried to persuade him to stay.
"No."
Jiang Yao seemed calm and relaxed, but in fact he was panicking to death. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would not even have the bitter tea seeds left.
Shen Qinghe buried his head, clutched his sleeves tightly, and there were water drops in his eyes.
Aren't you going home together?
In the hazy moment, a pair of low-top black canvas shoes appeared in his sight, and a low and sweet voice came from above his head: "Aren't you leaving yet? Miss."
Shen Qinghe didn't dare to look up, fearing that he would find out that he was crying.
"say."
Just as she was about to speak, she found that there seemed to be something blocked in her throat.
A teardrop hit the upper part of his shoe.
"Cried?"
As soon as she finished speaking, her shoulders began to tremble slightly.
Jiang Yao lost his patience and pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head and look at him.
Her eyes were filled with tears.
Jiang Yao sighed, squatted in front of her, gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb, and said as softly as possible: "Why are you crying?"
Shen Qinghe cried so hard that he couldn't help but say something inappropriate: "I, I thought, you, you, don't want me anymore."
Jiang Yao held his head and smiled, and you pinched the bridge of your nose lazily: "Where did you see that? Huh?"
"Just, you didn't even open your eyes to look at me." Shen Qinghe started to lose his temper and brushed his hand away, "You didn't call me first when you got home, and you called me eldest lady."
Jiang Yao laughed angrily, pinched the soft flesh next to her cheek and tugged: "Didn't you say it privately? Girlfriend."
The DJ music in the bar covered their nearly normal volume, and several people around them still inevitably heard those three words.
The melon-eaters who were watching from close range suddenly widened their eyes. Even Lao Zhang, who usually looked like his eyes were closed when he opened them, could see his black eyeballs.
girlfriend?!!!
Jiang Yao put his hand on her head and rubbed it twice: "Let's go home."
The two people left one after the other.
Lao Zhang was about to cry: "Damn it, Brother Jiang is just a blockbuster if he doesn't make a sound."
"Who says it's not the case? Before, we laughed at him for being a coward and not daring to confess his feelings. Now they are not only together but also living together."
"Brother Jiang has been secretly in love for so many years and finally got his wish. Can't you guys say something nice?"
Most likely, Jiang Yao's pursuit of Shen Qinghe was so worthy of celebration that several people ordered several bottles of wine with tears in their eyes.
Some took advantage of the drunkenness to confess their feelings to their goddesses.
Lao Zhang drank too much and was about to pay tribute to Xie Jiangzhi, who had been sitting silently in the corner with a bottle of wine.
Xiao Liu stopped him: "We thank the boss for not drinking."
"Old Zhang, don't humiliate yourself. How could squad leader Xie drink?" Someone greeted him over there.
"I drink."
Xie Jiangzhi smiled mockingly, and took the wine glass under everyone's dumbfounded gaze.
The pungent taste entered my throat and I choked with tears.
He didn't drink much, and he didn't have a good drinking capacity. He got drunk after just a few drinks. He hugged Lao Zhang and cried, "What should I do? The person I like is with someone else."
This man always looked like a flower on a high mountain, and his rare vulnerability made Lao Zhang feel so soft that he turned into a puddle of water.
Which girl is blind? Who can be better than our Xie Xiaomei?
With a big wave of his hand, he said, "He jumped directly into the corner."
He does not mean that.
Xie Jiangzhi really stopped crying and making trouble. He sat there as if thinking about the feasibility of this matter.
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After leaving the bar, there is a quiet and deep alley with camphor trees planted on both sides. The breeze blows and the leaves rustle.
Shen Qinghe could not help but shiver as the heat and cold alternated, and he gathered his clothes. It was obviously very cold, but his eyes felt surprisingly comfortable.
The top of the head was suddenly covered by clothes. Before it could be pulled off, another piece fell down.
Shen Qinghe pulled off two pieces of clothing and regained his vision: "Are you cold?"
Jiang Yao was only wearing a black short-sleeved shirt. He turned his back to her and waved his hands. He rubbed his arms where she couldn't see him.
He looked back and said, "Put it on."
Shen Qinghe stopped where he was and put on his clothes obediently.
Jiang Yao was waiting for her a little ahead, squinting his eyes casually, lighting a cigarette and holding it in his mouth.
There were drunk people who had just come out of the bar and were cursing.
Jiang Yao put out his cigarette, flicked his fingers, and the cigarette butt went into the trash can accurately.
"come over."
Shen Qinghe trotted over and hugged his arm tightly: "Are you really not cold?"
I got goosebumps.
"It's not cold." The end of his voice was trembling.
Shen Qinghe smiled.
If someone is cremated in the future, only one mouth will be left in his body.