After eating, he fell asleep, because he slept too early, he woke up from a nightmare at midnight, opened his mobile phone and saw that it was only half past twelve, not early or late but at this time to wake up.

He got up and walked to the bed, and opened the curtains, the moon outside the window was quite bright, and it seemed that tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

After the phone was cached for a long time, he didn't hear the sound of the message calling, and there was no message?

He unlocked and opened WeChat to take a look, and sure enough, there was no one, after all, it was declining, and there was not even a piece of information about work.

His hand kept swiping to update the information, and there was still no one message, he swiped the feed page and scrolled down to his girlfriend's message. He clicked on it and looked at the last message, which was still the 6 sent last night, "I'm not here, I miss you so much." ”

Seeing him again, her heart was a little sore, since she missed it, why didn't she follow it, did she really miss him?

She keeps saying that she loves him, but she can't understand him, it seems that he can't feel the sweetness and warmth from love, and it is more of a test of her true feelings for her.

At first, I thought she cared too much, so she would keep testing her feelings. But so many years have passed, and time has already identified all this, hasn't she figured it out?

Sometimes he really has to wonder if this may not be love, but a kind of unwillingness, a kind of possessiveness. Thinking of this, he was even more depressed, and wanted to find someone to talk to, but he didn't know who to look for, and he was going to go to Zhao Yinan for a drink.

I walked to the door and opened the door, and saw that the door of the opposite room was closed, and there was not even a faint light in the crack of the door, so I must have fallen asleep, and it was too hard to rest these days, so I didn't bother.

He went back to his room, flipped through the address book, slid to Song Zanghai and immediately dialed it, after a few rings, the mobile phone screen showed the screen of the answered, and he immediately picked up the mobile phone and put it close to his ear.

"Hey, hello!" a soft, slender female voice came from the other end of the phone. He was shocked, he had a crush on Yaoqing a few days ago, and he had a new love in a few days.

But here he can't be silent, once he is silent, it is easy for the girl to misunderstand, for the sake of his brother he must make a few rough noises to prove that he is a male.

"Well, I'll ask you to help tell Zanghai later, I'm looking for him something, but don't worry about calling me back tomorrow." Jiang Xian said slightly embarrassed.

"Okay. ”

"Xie ......" hung up the phone before he finished speaking, and at this moment he received 10,000 critical hits.

Even the last straw was torn alive, and at this moment he felt abandoned by the whole world.

He continued to flip through the address book, and turned to the phone number that was noted as Du Luoyue, he paused, and at the moment his mood seemed to be complicated.

How he wanted to delete this number on impulse, but he never got impulsive, for fear that if he deleted it, he would never have a chance to come back in the future, even if he never contacted him again.

Just as he was in a daze with Du Luoyue's phone number, a strange call suddenly came in, and he saw that the mobile phone number belonged to Beijing. Could it be that Song Zanghai changed his mobile phone number to call him, and after hesitating for three seconds, he finally answered.

"Hey, your friend is drunk, come and pick her up!"

"I don't have any friends."

I only heard the waiter on the other end of the phone, "Miss, what's your name?"

"Well, I'm sleepy. ”

"What's your name, so that your friend can pick you up. ”

"Vivi~"

"Sir, your friend's name is Vivi, and she drank too much. ”

"Oh, good. ”

"Okay, then, I'll send you the address on your phone later. ”

"Hmm. ”

As soon as he hung up the phone and the text message came, Jiang Xian pinched off the phone without even looking at it, from the second he received the call, he didn't plan to pick up Lan Weiwei at all, and he was not familiar with her, it was just a one-sided relationship.

Looking at the clear sky outside the window, the moon was bright, the stars were scarce, what a beautiful night, which suddenly reminded him of the last time he was drunk, or Lan Weiwei brought him home.

Subconsciously, he decided to pick up Lan Weiwei, which was the favor he owed her last time, and it would be cleared after paying it back.

He picked up his clothes and hurried out, and in less than half an hour he came to the bar, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw a drunkard who looked a little fat and a little obscene, who was hovering around Lan Weiwei's side, and that super cheesy hand kept rubbing Lan Weiwei's shoulder. Lan Weiwei shook off his hand several times, and he put it back again.

Enraged, he rushed over and pulled the man away.

The man was extremely unhappy, "You dare to rob the woman of this master." ”

After the man finished speaking, he immediately pounced, ready to give you a punch to Jiang Xian, but Jiang Xian immediately dodged, and the drunk fell directly to the ground. This angered the man even more, and he wanted to get up, but Jiang Xian didn't give him a chance, so he directly rushed up and pressed him to the ground and punched him a few times, letting him know what the price of harassing a girl from a good family was.

After beating the drunk, Jiang Xian immediately took Lan Weiwei away, looking at the backs of the two of them going away, the drunkard held his swollen face that had been beaten by Jiang Xian, and lay on the ground and shouted, "The wine money paid by labor and management!"

However, Jiang Xian, who has already left, didn't pay attention to this drunkard, so this should be considered as a payment for your lust.

Jiang Xian dragged Lan Weiwei into the door with a lot of effort, and directly dragged her into the bedroom at one time, threw her heavily on the bed, and covered her slippers with a quilt.

Jiang Xian realized that he had entered the girl's boudoir, and he looked up and inspected the entire room, which was basically pink, and the bedding, and everything in the room were basically pink.

So pink, he didn't know how to place himself all of a sudden, he swept his eyes and found a stool in the corner, he walked over and wanted to sit down, but found that the cushion was also pink, and suddenly he didn't know how to sit down.

He tried to lift the pink mat, only to find that he was tied up and couldn't lift it. So he decided to go to the living room and sit for a while, at least the living room was fine. As he was about to walk out of the door, he suddenly heard several vomiting sounds.

He immediately turned his head to see that Lan Weiwei was stretching her head to vomit, saying that it was too late and that it was too fast, so he immediately rushed over and pulled Lan Weiwei out of bed and took her to the bathroom to make her vomit. He patted her on the back as he muttered, "What kind of wine a girl drinks, just drink it, and vomit everywhere." ”

After vomiting for a while, Lan Weiwei finally emptied her stomach, and Jiang Xian prepared to help her to meet the room. Lan Weiwei suddenly turned around and put her hands on his neck, "Jiang Xian, you goblin, you fascinated me, but you lifted your crotch and ran away without a trace." Have you ever thought about my feelings? I get drunk for you every day, you know?"

And Jiang Xian, who was in a moment of depression, felt guilty and moved when he heard these words, which reminded him of his current girlfriend Fang Qi, who was also so infatuated with him at the beginning.

He raised his hand and untied Lan Weiwei's hands around his neck, "Weiwei, you're drunk, I'll take you back to the room." ”

"I don't want to go back to my room, I want to put my arms around you. Lan Weiwei was still clinging to her.

"Don't make a fuss, you're drunk. ”

"I'm not drunk. Lan Weiwei stretched out her hands around his neck and hung on him.

Jiang Xian treated Lan Weiwei like a drunk, and he didn't care where her hand was on him. All he had to do now was quickly drag Lan Weiwei back to the bed and let her sleep peacefully.

However, when Jiang Xian dragged Lan Weiwei back to the room, the room was full of spit, and the barefoot Lan Weiwei was very disobedient, and she was about to scrape the spit on the ground at every turn. In desperation, he could only pick up her princess, and he strode back to the room with her in his arms, and the picture was very romantic.

Walking to the bed, when he was about to put her on the bed, he found that Lan Weiwei didn't know when she threw up on the bed. So he carried Lan Weiwei back to the living room, gently placed her on the sofa, and covered her with a blanket.

He went back to cover the originator and entered the stinking room, the first thing he did was to clean up the stolen goods in the room, open the window for ventilation, and then began to mop the floor, because it was winter in the north, the window was opened for half an hour, and it almost didn't freeze him into a dog.

After he had cleaned it all, he closed the window, picked up the perfume bottle on Lan Weiwei's dresser, and sprayed it vigorously into all corners of the room.

When he returned to the living room, he found Lan Weiwei lying on the ground, so he hurriedly ran over to pick her up, put her back on the sofa, and sat on the side to rest.

But within five minutes, Lan Weiwei flipped down again, and he was a little angry, "Hey, do you like sleeping on the floor so much?"

"Well, the bed is so small......" Lan Weiwei said in a drunken dream.

"I'll go!" Looking at the drunken Lan Weiwei, Jiang Xian had no choice, who told him to owe her a favor.

"Do you have spare sheets at home?" Jiang Xian asked in a slightly angry tone.

"Yes. Lan Weiwei replied to his words in her consciousness.

"Where?" Jiang Xie asked again.

Lan Weiwei no longer answered.

“......”

In desperation, Jiang Xian had no choice but to return to the room by himself, he stood in front of Lan Weiwei's wardrobe door for a long time, stretched out his hand several times to open the wardrobe door, and retracted it again.

After several ideological struggles, he opened the wardrobe door bravely.

With a "boom", he didn't know what had fallen, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that it was a mountain of clothes, falling down as the wardrobe door opened.

"I'll go, it's like this. This is Jiang Xian is very glad that he does not have obsessive-compulsive disorder, otherwise he would be destined to help him fold his clothes for the night tonight.

Looking at the mountain of clothes, there should be no quilt covers, and then he opened the small door next door, which was much cleaner, and he saw at first glance that the neatly folded spare sheets were there.

He took it off and shook it away vigorously, this spare one was fine, at least not pink, at least psychologically acceptable.

It was also he who quickly replaced the dirty sheets and put on clean ones. Looking at Jiang Xian, who was changing the sheets, Ma Li stretched out his hand, not at all like him who was indifferent on the outside, but like a warm man at home, maybe it was because he later found a girlfriend with a small girl personality, which made him at home.

After he made the bed and carried the sleeping Lan Weiwei back to the bed, he felt a little tired, took out his mobile phone and saw that it was already four o'clock.

Only then did he remember that he had booked a plane at eight o'clock in the morning, so after he settled Lan Weiwei, he immediately went out to the hotel to pack his luggage and rush to the airport.