The drunken gold fans in the box continued until two o'clock in the morning.

Wen Lishu felt that he had been soaking in the wine vat, and even a burp was full of the smell of wine.

After the end, she didn't stop for a moment, went straight to the bathroom outside, and vomited inside until it was dark.

Her stomach felt like it was on fire, and she held her hands on the edge of the washbasin for a moment before leaving.

Drunk, Wen Lishu covered her aching stomach and walked towards the gate with flirtatious steps.

Out of the clubhouse, the street at two o'clock in the morning, there were no pedestrians, and the dim street lamps sprinkled all over the ground, which seemed to add a little heat to this August day.

The scene in front of her was spinning in circles, like a layer of vertigo filters, making her dizzy.

When he came to the side of the street, Wen Lishu uncomfortably held on to a palace pink bauhinia tree on the sidewalk, and grabbed the trunk with his fingers.

At the right time, a bright light of the car, aimed at the direction where she was standing, shook her twice.

She was dizzy, and the light was so dazzling that for a few seconds, there was only a white expanse in front of her.

It wasn't until the lights went out and her vision slowly became clear that she saw a black luxury car parked not far ahead, while the assistant was sitting in the driver's seat, and Song Qiancheng was standing by the door.

He had a trouser pocket in his left hand, his right arm hanging down, and a cigarette between his fingertips, and the smoke rose up.

Looking at him, he had a cold face, and with the black shirt and black pants on his body, he was full of alienation.

Even through the smoke, Wen Lishu could still catch a hatred that was difficult to vent from his eyes.

On this sensitive death day, it is indeed easy to double the sorrow.

He deserves to be hated, if it weren't for her father's frame-up, his company wouldn't have been liquidated overnight, and he wouldn't have had to leave for two years with a grudge.

Hate to hate, what he did tonight has exceeded her bottom line.

Wen Lishu's heart was furious, her anger echoed, she withdrew her hand holding the tree trunk, and walked towards him with weak steps.

When the two approached, he echoed a cold voice: "Get in the car!"

She had already held back her resentment tonight, so she willfully acted as a deaf person, ignoring his words and passing him without squinting, treating him as a transparent person.

You don't have to look back to know what kind of unhappy state he was in.

Soon after, the sound of the car door closing was unexpected, followed by the sound of the car starting, and his luxury car whizzed past hers.

I thought he would leave in a bad mood, but as everyone knows, the car stopped steadily on the sidewalk with a beautiful turn, blocking her way.

The incident happened suddenly, Wen Lishu was so frightened that he hurriedly braked his steps to avoid crashing into the car.

The window in the back row rolled down, and the black face showed his anger, and he shouted, "Get out." ”

Wen Lishu was almost hit, and in annoyance, he clenched his hands into fists, and couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Crazy!"

Having formed an idea of fighting him, she quickly turned around and walked in the other direction.

But at this moment, he took out a document from the car, threw it out the window, and hit her in the back.

She stopped, and the document fell down her body to the ground, landing on her heels.

At the same time, his sarcasm was already in his ears: "Mrs. Song, which wild man are you going to find?"