"What else do you have to say, don't forget, who gave you this position today, I can ask my father to arrange you in this position, and it will be easy to pull you down." Chen Jiajia glanced at Dong Wenwen contemptuously, and said, Dong Wenwen looked around with some trepidation, pulled Chen Jiajia, and motioned her to save some face for herself.

"Dong Wenwen, do you remember what you said in the restaurant that day? At night, you steal the air, come to see this woman, you are going to be fucking shameless! "Chen Jiajia scolds people, he doesn't care about the scene and other people's faces, and he has a feeling of wealth.

"I'm just a wine lady, man, who doesn't spend a little, it's still yours in the end." Sura turned her head, pushed away the person who was in the way with her hand holding the cup, walked to the side of the two, and said in Chen Jiajia's ear.

Dong Wenwen's face was ugly, he recovered his senses from the panic, and grabbed Chen Jiajia's arm tightly, but he couldn't say a word, it should be regarded as the greatest mercy to Sula, Sura shook the wine glass, got down from the swivel chair, and looked at Chen Jiajia, she really didn't expect that the first time she looked at this woman head-on was in such an environment, she smiled and held the cup between her fingers, continued to walk, and walked next to another strange man, "Sir, come, how about a drink together?" ”

Sura just felt like laughing, and looked at Dong Wenwen pointing his finger at her, his fingers were trembling slightly, and there was a trace of unbearability on his face.

Sula held the cup in her hand, but tears dripped into the cup like pearls, and the man couldn't rely on it. She was reluctant to turn her head and look at the man she liked, humble and begging.

Ni Kaitong, who was standing in the dark light, clenched his fists tightly, looking at the woman at the bar, Sula's heart was very painful, and she couldn't breathe in pain, so she could only let the alcohol slide down her mouth to make her feel the spicy feeling.

Dong Wenwen's expression was complicated, with gratitude, guilt, and sadness, but he was begging Chen Jiajia's eyes in the blink of an eye.

"Let's go back, it's not good for people to see." Dong Wenwen put his arm around Chen Jiajia's waist and walked out of the dance hall with her.

"Article, now that you know how to save face, what will you do?" Chen Jiajia tried hard to shake off Dong Wenwen and took her hand.

She watched the man's back disappear into the light and shadow, and the hustle and bustle buried a qiē, as if nothing had happened just now.

The bartender wiped his glass and said, "This man is so hypocritical!" ”

Sula asked for more wine, frantically poured wine, glass after glass, consciousness gradually blurred, she always felt a line of sight staring at her, she turned her head to look, saw nothing, continued to drink the wine in front of her one by one, drinking until her stomach twitched.

Love is like a growing plant, she tugged hard, pulled out her twisted roots, ugly roots, let her see the darkness and hypocrisy that love can't see.

The photos on the table slowly seeped into her heart like venom, corroded her heart, and let her see the darkness of love.

Sula seemed to have drunk too much, and when she saw that the stage was empty, she staggered up, and with her confused eyes, she saw that people's different eyes were on her, and she smiled, with her unique smile, took the microphone, and sang to herself.

Buddy,youreaboymakeabignoise

Playinginthestreetsgonnabeabigmansomeday

Yougotmudonyourface

Youbigdisgrace

Kickingyourcanallovertheplace

SingingWewill,wewillrockyouWewill,wewillrockyou

Buddyyoureayoungman,hardman

Shoutinginthestreetgonnatakeontheworldsomeday

Yougotbloodonyourface……

After the song, there was a roaring applause from the audience, and under the blurred light, the ugliness of Qiē was buried, and she felt that the gaze that had been following her became hot, but the vast sea of people, the flashing lights, she couldn't find that person, she didn't know who he was, but this feeling was unprecedentedly clear.

Then she staggered down the stage, and the men in the audience locked their eyes on her, with a smile that seemed to be smiling, and she suddenly felt panicked and helpless, even empty.

"Nice, let's do it again."

"Let's have a song, let's have a song."

It was silent for a long time before the people burst into shouting.

A middle-aged man stood in front of her with a smile and said, "Hello, Miss, your voice is very good, are you interested in singing here at night in the future?" ”

Sura shook her hand, hooked her lips and said, "Not interested!" ”

"Miss,,, Miss." Sulla ignored his shouts and walked straight off the stage.

Sulla's eyes were red, I don't know if she drank too much, or her heart was broken, she got off the stage without looking back, sat on the side of the bar, shed tears, and kept drinking, no one knew how proud she was, how much she hated worldly love, so ugly, full of lust and interests, she wanted a pure love, one person, to keep her for life.

Who can give her the love of her life.

Someone chuckled in her ear, and one or two unfamiliar faces appeared in front of her eyes, sitting next to the place where she was sitting, Sula raised her hand and was really about to say something to them, but her arm was suddenly grabbed by a person, like an hourglass, originally all sad and sad on one side, and now it began to move with it, slowly flowing, flowing to the empty heart.

She has always wanted to be embraced by a man, feel the feeling of warmth in her chest, she is obsessed with that feeling, men buy her expensive cosmetics, bags, jewelry, but, what she really needs, who has given her, she wants love, maybe others think she got it, but only she knows that the loneliness after the vanity given by those men, like snow in a cold night, freezes her little by little, and she no longer has the ability to re-perceive the true temperature of love.

The man dragged her into a car, and she leaned on the man's warm chest, as if she were asleep.

Gently hummed a song, a song that she remembered, unforgettable.

No matter how beautiful and sweet the smile is, it's not yours and it's not special.

No matter how bitter and salty the tears are, it is a sunny day with your comfort!

No matter how close you are, no matter how close you are, no matter how far away you are without a hug.

The whole world only feels for you!

The whole world only has feelings for you. There are feelings.

The song is full of mixed flavors, mixed with pain, mixed with sadness, mixed with helplessness and emotion.

When she sang, she unconsciously burst into tears, and her irrepressible sadness swept over her.

Then she lay down on the bed again, the scene changing so quickly that she felt like she was in a dream, and a vague image had been busy with her.

She cried, but because of the alcohol, she closed her eyes, and then opened them again, and saw him standing not far from her, watching, neither backwards nor forward, and then she tugged at the corners of her mouth, and said with a smile, "You are a coward!" Can't give me what I want. ”

She watched the man turn around to leave, she was afraid, her departure seemed to make her suddenly re-immersed and cold, loneliness came up, she raised her hand, and felt that it was not what she wanted, so she lowered her hand, changed her position and slept again, muttering "You go, I don't want to see you." ”

He didn't move, he stood there like a puppet, the white light illuminated her eyes, she couldn't see the man in front of her clearly, but it seemed that he was wearing slacks and Dong Wenwen was wearing suit pants, she wanted to see his face clearly, but she couldn't see it clearly, "Who are you?" ”

Seeing that the man was unresponsive, Sula staggered up from the bed, then stepped forward and grabbed his clothes, saying, "My name is Sula, who the fuck are you?" Then she tugged at her clothes and tried to see his face upwards.

He dragged her hard and dragged her into his arms, Sula didn't have any mental preparation, her body was hit by the impact on his chest, he reached out, held her hand, leaned on his arms, she suddenly wanted to cry, only Ni Kaitong would hold her hand tightly with one hand when holding her, that familiar feeling, that kind of hot warmth, others never let her feel it again.

Let's just assume she's drunk and ignorant.

She closed her eyes gently, tears slid down her cheeks, she looked up, her other hand was still tugging at his clothes, and said very domineeringly, "Kiss me!" ”

As a result, her lips felt hot, and she could hear his irregular snort spraying on her face, blowing the hairs on her face, tickling, crispy, and she groped her hand around his neck and led him backwards.

It was pitch black outside the window, the light in the room and their shadows at the moment shone on the glass, she fell into his tenderness and sweetness, she didn't want to escape, she longed to be loved, longed for happiness, and originally had a momentary illusion, thinking that Dong Wenwen really loved her, but today she saw Dong Wenwen's love clearly, like standing in the square without clothes and being whipped by someone, it was not only pain, but also humiliation, and more sad.

She doesn't love Dong Wenwen, but she can't stand the love given by men, but think about it, isn't it all like this? Including her first love Ni Kaitong, she thought like this, and suddenly roared, "Man, there is no good thing, it's all the same, it's all the same." ”

The man lying on top of her suddenly seemed to be poured a basin of water on his head, sobered up, no longer moved, just buried his head in her neck socket, the wing of his nose was wrapped in her strong smell of wine, and then she felt the temperature on her body decrease, as if she was instantly placed in an ice cellar, and she was surrounded by the cold again. R1152