Shen Yu stopped and couldn't pull her hand out of the man's hand even though she tried hard. Instead, her wrist turned red.
When Tan Hanqing saw this, he relaxed even more. Facing Shen Jue, who looked determined to leave him, he whispered that Shen Jue was actually very concerned about him: "The cold medicine Liang Wen bought is Didn't you ask me to buy it?"
Shen Xing narrowed his eyes: Liang Wen... did this guy say that?
"I guessed it right." The man was obviously excited.
Shen Jun: It turned out to be a guess...
No, Tan Hanqing is a liar. What he says cannot be trusted. He might be playing tricks on himself again.
He was drunk and silent.
Tan Hanqing looked at him expectantly: "You still care about me."
"So, what are you going to do, keep entangled and make me hate you?" You still can't help it, you can't help hurting the person you love the most. Is this a common problem among humans?
Tan Hanqing gritted his teeth, not because he was angry. How could he be angry at Shen Jue? He just wanted to suppress his sadness. No one had ever made him so helpless.
"Shen Ji, are you hungry?"
The man's words made Shen Jiu's eyes suddenly turn red.
"If you leave now, I won't be able to catch up with you. If you're hungry, let's find a place to eat." Tan Hanqing let go of his hand and gave him a choice.
Shen Jiui, I noticed just now that the man's steps were a little unsteady, and his ankle probably still hurts?
Tan Hanqing has good skills but sells poorly. It depends on whether Shen Jiui eats it or not?
Finally, Shen Jun took what he was holding and walked into a studio.
Tan Hanqing smiled and followed her forward with eyes narrowed. Shen Jiu was so soft-hearted... she was indeed the wife he had set his sights on a long time ago.
Walking forward, Shen Jiu closed the door, almost touching his nose?
Tan Hanqing touched his nose, thinking in his mind: From now on, when Shen Ying is around him, he won't think about anything else. It's not good to be distracted. When around Shen Ying, all the thoughts and eyes should be full of Shen Ying.
Slowly opening the door, Tan Hanqing was careful and sat quietly at a distance.
There were scars on the fingertips of Shen Ji's chopsticks. Tan Hanqing looked at it carefully and suddenly remembered that when Shen Jiu went back in time and met him for the first time, he imitated him to hold a cigarette, and the cigarette burned his hands, causing scars on his hands. …
At that time, Tan Hanqing felt that he was being burned and made a fuss. Now Tan Hanqing looked worried and distressed. He took his cell phone and asked Liang Wen if there was anything he could use to quickly remove scars.
Liang Wen replied: [Surgery.]
Mr. Tan: [Surgery? Isn’t it more painful due to drunkenness?]
Liang Wen at this end was stuffed with dog food and didn't know how to reply to the president's words.
He was eating drunkenly, paying most of his attention to Tan Hanqing all the time. Seeing him chatting with others so seriously, he said unhappily: "If you are really so busy, you don't need to be here. "
The man was so frightened that he wanted to let him go because he was drunk: "I'm not busy, I'm not busy."
Unable to retrieve it, I dropped my phone. The floor tiles were slippery, so I slid the phone in front of Shen Zui.
At this time, the mobile page is...
Shen Jun couldn't see it clearly, but felt it was vaguely familiar. He frowned, picked it up, and blushed.
It turns out that Tan Hanqing took a picture of himself in a drunken state and used it as wallpaper...
Tan Hanqing, who was walking over, tried to walk back again. His little thought was discovered.