Love is long and not unhappy: I don't understand feelings, or I don't understand you?
Love is long but not joyful: Is it because I don’t understand feelings, or do I... don’t understand you?
The banquet lasted until early in the morning, and most of the guests drank too much. The host prepared many rooms for the guests to rest. Some of them were picked up by drivers and did not stay overnight.
Ye Sang drank a lot and was picked up by the driver in a drunken state. Lan Mufei was socializing with the magazine editor. The other person seemed to be very talkative with her and refused to let her go. While drinking, he chatted about all kinds of gossip. Entertainment, any topic can be discussed.
Lan Mufei was actually almost done. She even went to the bathroom to vomit once, and she was just holding on until the end.
When she came out of the bathroom, she couldn't even stand steady. The scene in front of her was shaking constantly. She held the wall with one hand and walked forward slowly.
At this moment, she really admired those people who could drink hard for work. This feeling of vomiting after drinking, vomiting after drinking, and having to hold on in front of others was really uncomfortable.
What can be done?
If she wants to do this job well and pave the way for Yun Gu and her own future, no matter how much wine she has to drink now, she has to swallow it.
Some people praise her, but some people slander her. Many people are waiting to poke her back. Some people say she relies on her body, and some people say she seduces Mr. Feng. When faced with rumors, she refuses to explain and chooses to close her ears. , stand up straight and go your own way.
Her legs softened and she almost fell to the ground. No, it was because there was a wall of human flesh for her to lean against. One hand was supporting her slim waist, and the other was holding her arm. He frowned and asked, "Why do you drink so much?" liquor?"
Lan Mufei raised her head, her clear eyes already full at this moment. She stared at his handsome face for a long time, shook her head, blinked hard and then looked at him again...
There is no mistaking it, it is really...Louis the Widow!
It’s strange, why can’t I run into him no matter where I go? It’s like he is still here!
Her soft body struggled in his arms without any strength at all, not wanting to be supported by him, "Let me go, let me go..."
I drank a lot, but I still had consciousness.
He did not let go of her, but instead picked up the princess and turned his head to the voice behind him and said: "Just say that I took you away!"
"Yes, Earl!" Hang Hang glanced at the person in his arms, his eyes... getting darker.
Louis Yingwu carried her out and walked out. Lan Mufei was still struggling in his arms, "You, please let me go..."
"I'll take you back." Her thin lips pursed lightly, her eyes fell on her restless hands, and she warned: "But if you continue to move around in my arms, I won't promise not to do something to you."
Lan Mufei's mind was in chaos, and it was extremely difficult for her to understand what he said, but she somehow seemed to be able to understand what was in his eyes. She wanted to argue but couldn't because she was really dizzy.
Louis Yingwu carried her into the car, and soon Hang Hang came out as the driver to take her back.
In the car, Louis Yingqi held her in his arms. Her skirt was crumpled and she was struggling to get out of the car window.
He randomly touched the opening of the car window, lowered the entire window completely, sat on his lap with his lower body, and leaned on the window with his upper body.
He hugged her back and said, "Are you crazy?" Doesn't she know how dangerous this is?
Lan Mufei pushed his strong chest with both hands and frowned, "It feels uncomfortable!"
First, it was really uncomfortable, and second, I didn’t want to be in such an intimate position with him.
Louis Yingqi took off his coat and put it on her body, and asked Hang Hang to leave a gap in the car window and not open it completely, lest she lie on the window and the passing traffic could easily injure her.
Lan Mufei sat against the car window, keeping distance from him, leaning her head against the car window. The cold wind came in through the gap and hit her face. Her side bangs were blown by the wind, and the superficial scar on her forehead was there.
Looming in the darkness.
The car hadn't driven very far when she suddenly slapped the car window with her hand, "Stop... stop..."
He covered his mouth with his other hand, looking uncomfortable.
Hang Hang glanced at the rearview mirror and did not stop the car.
"Stop... stop the car quickly..." She couldn't bear it and opened the door. Fortunately, she had locked the door before, otherwise she would definitely get out and die.
Louis Yingwu frowned and looked a little unhappy. Seeing that she was really uncomfortable, he ordered Hang Hang to stop the car.
As soon as the car stopped, she opened the door and rushed down, squatting on the roadside and vomited.
I had vomited all the food I ate at night, and now all I vomited was wine, which was really burning in my stomach.
The wind was blowing coldly, and her light green skirt swayed gently in the wind, looking slightly embarrassed.
Louis Yingqi got out of the car and did not walk over immediately. Instead, he leaned against the car and lit a cigarette to smoke.
Hang Hang entered the water with an unopened bottle of mineral water and was about to walk over. Louis Yingwu waved at him, and Hang Hang handed the mineral water to him.
Lan Mufei squatted on the ground and vomited for a long time, almost vomiting out all her internal organs. Instead of feeling better, she felt even worse.
I have a splitting headache, the left side of my chest seems to be blocked by something, and I can't breathe smoothly.
Unable to spit out anything, he retched. His whole body was filled with coldness, and he subconsciously pulled on his clothes.
A faint smell of tobacco filled his nose, and he didn't know where the bad mood came from. He threw away his coat and stood up unsteadily.
Seeing this, Louis Indigo walked over to pick up the clothes and wanted to put them on her body.
Lan Mufei stepped back, her speech unclear and her consciousness unclear, "Don't, don't touch me, go away..."
Louis Yingwu frowned and stared at her deeper and deeper.
"I don't need you to show off! The count is nothing special...it's really nothing special..."
Maybe she didn’t know what she was talking about, and she spoke incoherently, muttering softly: "...You are all the same, selfish, self-righteous... Don't think that I can't do it without you... I can...
I can take good care of myself, take good care of Agu...and live a good life!"
"You?" Louis Indigo pondered the meaning of her words. Who else besides him?
Is Long Lifei? Or... Fengchen?
"If you have anything to say, let's talk about it in the car!"
He stretched out his hand to hold her arm, but she waved away and fell to the ground with unsteady steps. Louis Yingqi didn't even have time to hold her up.
Driven by the alcohol, her whole body became limp and unable to feel any pain. She fell to the ground, and the cold wind hit her, causing her body to tremble involuntarily.
The veins on Louis Ying's forehead were looming, which was difficult for her to do when she was sober. Unexpectedly, it was even more difficult when she was drunk. The breeze rolled up her hair, exposing the scar on her forehead.
The originally unbearable bad mood disappeared instantly when he saw the scar on her forehead.
Forget it, what's he arguing with a crazy drunk woman?
He knelt down and put the coat on her body, buttoning it up specially to prevent her from losing her clothes.
Just wait! Let her toss as much as she wants now. As much as she can toss now, she will feel how uncomfortable she will be tomorrow!
"Rinse your mouth, and I'll take you home!" The cap of the mineral water was unscrewed and the water was handed to her.
Lan Mufei sat on the ground, raised her head and looked at him with clear black and white pupils. She smiled with an unknown meaning and reached out to pat his hand. The mineral water was knocked over by her and fell to the ground. The bottle mouth was facing down and the water gurgled all at once.
It flowed out.
Louis Indigo just frowned and did not get angry.
"Louis Yingwidow, aren't you aloof and disdainful of my life and death? Now...now why do you need to cry like a cat and pretend to be compassionate...I...do I, Lan Mufei, have anything to do with you?"
Probably due to the cold, his nasal voice was slightly thicker and his voice was low and incoherent, "Great Count, do you really think you are great?... You are just relying on your own family to leave the noble surname Louis."
Who do you think you are? How noble can you be?"
Louis Yingwu looked at her quietly, this little thing... He was obviously very concerned that he didn't park the car that night, but he said that he didn't complain.
This resentment did not make him feel wronged, because behind the resentment he saw that she cared about him.
It was better than her cold and numb eyes, that was what he didn't want to see.
"...What's so great about you...you just bully me...I don't have any family...you bully me...I have no one to rely on..."
His choked voice trembled slightly, and he subconsciously reached out to touch his wrist. It was empty and even more sad, "It's lost... I can't find it back... I can't find it again..."
There was mist in his confused eyes, and before they fell, his eyes drooped and he almost fell to the ground.
Louis Yingwu quickly hugged her this time, letting her lean into his arms, and held her thin shoulders firmly with his arms.
It may be that the alcohol has completely taken over and that he passed out from drunkenness.
Under the dim street light, her face turned white with cold, and her whole body was cold and cold. Lying in his arms, she was like a fragile porcelain doll that would break if touched.
Louis Yingqi carried her back to the car and saw her in his arms all the way, his chin gently rubbing the side of her forehead from time to time. He couldn't tell what it felt like.
He had always disliked the look of a woman drunkenly. She had no image at all and was as rude as she wanted to be. But when faced with her drunken gibberish, he said all the things she wouldn't say when she was sober.
, he listened...feeling distressed.
Lowering his head, his soft lips pressed against her superficial scar, and whispered softly: "I will never leave you alone again..."
Hang Hang held his hands on the steering wheel and looked at the situation in the back seat through the rearview mirror from time to time.
The frown on his eyebrows became deeper and deeper.
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After finding the key under the carpet at her door to open the door, Louis Yingwu asked Hang Hang to stay in the living room while he carried Lan Mufei into the room.
He carefully placed her on the bed, unbuttoned her coat, took off her shoes, and glanced at a small piece of broken skin on her leg, which may have been injured when she fell before.
She told Hang Hang to look outside to see where the medicine box was, while he searched in her bedroom.
I searched the drawer of the headboard several times and found nothing, then I searched in the cabinet of the dressing table.
When I saw the blue storage box hidden in the innermost part, I thought it was a medicine box. When I got it, I found it was soft. When I opened it, I looked stunned.
Over the years, he has given countless women countless gifts, none of which are expensive, because he never treats the women who have been with him badly and is not short of money.
Those women have a great desire for famous brands and fame and fortune. They each get what they need so that they can get together and part ways easily. Those expensive gifts will be replaced by more expensive things and they don't know where to throw them.
He once had a woman who valued designer bags as a gift and gave her a limited edition luxury handbag, but she got tired of it within two days.
She said: With my beauty and identity, I will not reuse a bag twice, no matter how expensive it is! I made an exception this time, and that’s because of you!
Never, no woman would collect anything he gave her.
Especially collecting such cheap things.
A bottle of purple potion and an expired ticket.
She wouldn't even accept a brand new mobile phone, but she kept these two things and hid them in such a secret place.
What exactly does this mean?
Louis Yingwidow was sitting by the bed with a storage box, his fingers gently stroking the brand new ticket, and his eyes fell on her pale face.
Although Lan Mufei was full of alcohol, she slept deeply. Her curled eyelashes covered her eyes quietly. Because she was covered with a quilt, she instinctively grabbed the quilt with both hands. She didn't know what she was dreaming about.
Still subconsciously, I grabbed the quilt with great force, the joints turning blue and white.
He leaned over and observed her quietly, his warm breath spreading wantonly on her face.
A vague murmur sounded in the room: "Is it that I don't understand feelings, or that I... don't understand you?"
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The finished work of "Yaoyao Escape":
Brave series: "The President's Rich Ex-Wife", "Sleeping with Cops and Robbers: My Wife Does All Evil", "Contract*: Women Can Only Love Me"
Healing Series: "Debt Collection Treasure: Pay My Mommy Ten Dollars", "Master Devil, Please Spare Me", "The President's Little Girl"