Anyone who reads these comments about themselves will be unhappy.
But Sheng Mian just glanced at it a few times to make sure there was no other information, and then lay down on the bed with peace of mind.
*
The bar on the other side.
There were several empty wine bottles placed in front of Fu Yancheng, and his cheeks were a little red as he drank.
Wen Sihe was singing with a microphone. When he put down the microphone, he found that Fu Yancheng had finished a whole bottle of vodka.
"We asked you to come out and sing with us, but we didn't ask you to drink alone."
Wen Sihe snatched the cup from his hand and placed it on the coffee table.
"What's wrong? Are you so hurt by your Mianmian?"
With one sentence, both Xie Feng and Qin Bohuai immediately looked over.
Among these people, Qin Bohuai has the least time. Most of them are in the hospital and are rarely free tonight.
Fu Yancheng unbuttoned his collar, a look of anxiety flashed across his brows, "I confessed my love, but I was rejected."
Wen Sihe took a sip from the wine glass and said, "Isn't this normal? Regarding the things you did before, if she can agree to you, she will probably have to ask Bo Huai to have her brain checked."
Qin Bohuai was dressed in white, not a suit, but a casual windbreaker.
Hearing this, he suddenly remembered something that happened a long time ago.
"The Jiang family asked me to show her hand before. Sheng Mian's hand was injured at that time, but Yancheng asked me to show it to Miss Xiao first. I don't know if you still remember it. If I had gone later that time,
Sheng Mian’s hands are useless, I heard she is a painter?”
One stone stirs up a thousand waves.
Fu Yancheng's fingertips curled up, then he raised his hand to rub his eyebrows.
Wen Sihe took a deep breath.
"Xiao Chuqing probably knew that Penny was Sheng Mian a long time ago. She deliberately played this trick to make Sheng Mian hate Yancheng. Look at their methods. It didn't work. Now that Sheng Mian sees you, it's like seeing you.
Looks like garbage.”
"Who are you calling trash?"
Fu Yancheng's tone was not very good, but he also felt that it was really like this. Sheng Mian didn't want to see him anyway.
If Qin Bohuai hadn't mentioned it now, he would have almost forgotten about it.
I've done too many bastard things before.
Wen Sihe drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp.
"Yancheng, you don't have the talent to chase girls. The only way you can understand to be nice to others is to give her things, but Sheng Mian doesn't do this. Do you still remember that she used to accuse the Fu family's elders directly?
My wife took her to court. At that time, I didn’t know she was Penny. I also thought that this woman was really talented. Apart from not being very good-looking, she was as courageous as a man. You have to show sincerity before she will be impressed by you.
"
"What kind of sincerity? I gave her half of the real estate in my name, but she didn't even care."
"It seems that money is not enough, you have to resort to cruelty."
Fu Yancheng lowered his head and looked at the wine glass in front of him. His profile was as straight as a charcoal outline. After a long time, he said, "It's useless. No matter what I do, she won't like me."
Wen Sihe raised his eyebrows and then sneered.
"Then it seems that you don't like her very much. If you can give up like this, you can also like other women at any time. How about I bring in a few for you to choose from? Maybe you can meet such a pleasing one.
Can you just put the person on the bed and sleep comfortably?"
"She has someone she likes."
When Fu Yancheng said this, he poured himself another drink.
"Grandpa told me. When I asked Sheng Mian herself, she didn't deny it. In her heart, I was a villain from the beginning to the end. I belittled her, hurt her, and even blocked her from the people she liked.
Together."
"No way, who does she like? Didn't she marry you right after she graduated?"
"It's from school."
When Fu Yancheng said this, he was extremely sour, "Maybe I've already done it."
Wen Sihe suddenly stopped talking. People like Sheng Mian might really be obsessed with the people they liked when they were students.
After all, love in student days is the most touching thing.
Fu Yancheng has no chance of winning at this point.
"How about forget it, I think she really doesn't like you very much."
"Yeah, I don't like it."
She can hold his neck and scream so joyfully even if she doesn't like him, and she can still give him that look even if she doesn't like him. So what is the standard for her liking?
