Huang Mingyue didn't close her eyes almost a night. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Huang Yiqing's exclusive driver, Lao Hu, quietly parked the car into the parking space, she was awakened. Then she leaned down on the pillow to catch the slightest sound outside, until footsteps sounded in the next room, and she hurried out of bed and ran over.

During this period of time, Huang Mingyue was very restless, and she could only sleep peacefully after Huang Mingchuan returned home.

Pushing open the door of Huang Mingchuan's room, a sour smell of wine mixed with gastric juice came to his face. Huang Mingyue subconsciously frowned and turned on a small floor lamp. Huang Mingchuan was lying on the bed in an extremely uncomfortable position, and he didn't even have time to take off the leather shoes on his feet.

"Mingchuan, Mingchuan!" Huang Mingyue closed the door and called in a low voice.

Huang Mingchuan turned over and revealed his face that had been buried in the pillow. This young and handsome face was flushed, and his brows were tightly wrinkled together, and he looked very uncomfortable.

"Are you alright?"

Huang Mingchuan reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at Huang Mingyue twice, and then closed his eyes with difficulty: "I drank too much, and my stomach was very uncomfortable." ”

"Did you throw up?"

"Hmm." Huang Mingchuan took a deep breath and buried his face in the pillow again, as if this would relieve the discomfort of drunkenness.

Huang Mingyue was very distressed and helpless.

Huang Mingchuan hadn't touched much wine in the previous twenty-three years, except for drinking a glass and a half of home-brewed wine during the New Year's holidays. However, people can't help themselves in the mall. Chinese like to talk about business at the wine table, drink happily, and you can make a decision on business between pushing the glass and changing the glass. Therefore, sometimes being able to drink is a skill, and being slightly drunk and being able to drink others down is even more of a talent.

Since Huang Yiqing handed over the case of plot 53 to Huang Mingchuan, he began to take Huang Mingchuan everywhere to socialize.

Huang Mingyue thought for a moment and opened a window in the room, and the cool breeze of the autumn night flowed in like water, slightly washing away the uncomfortable smell in the room. Then, she wrung a towel from the bathroom, carefully straightened Huang Mingchuan's body, and carefully wiped his face.

"You go to sleep, I'm fine, just get some sleep." Huang Mingchuan muttered.

"Would you like water?"

"No, I just want to sleep." Huang Mingchuan's brows were almost twisted into a pimple. He drank so much at night that he threw up before he left the hotel gate; I finally got home and threw up at the garage door again. There was nothing left in the stomach, but it was still turning over the rivers and seas, and in the end, all that came out was bitter bile.

"Okay!" Huang Mingyue took off the leather shoes on his feet for him, the stained blazer had already been thrown at the bathroom door, and although the trousers were also uncomfortable, he could only go.

Huang Mingyue pulled the thin quilt on the bed and gently covered Huang Mingchuan's body, and then dimmed the brightness of the floor lamp. The floor lamp only carried a yellow halo, gently shining on the head of the bed, illuminating Huang Mingchuan's thin and soft forehead hair golden.

Huang Mingyue was not in a hurry to leave, but sat on a soft chair against the wall far away, burying her whole body in the darkness.

Soon, Huang Mingchuan let out a slight snoring sound.

Huang Mingyue didn't feel sleepy, and the more awake she became. There was still a faint smell of wine wafting in the room, and Huang Mingyue could tell that it was the smell of red wine.

Wine, she is no stranger.

In her previous life, Huang Mingyue, as the eldest lady of the Huang family, went to all kinds of high-end cocktail parties, with a glass of wine in hand, or drank low or drank heartily, and how many people admired her demeanor at that time. Beauty and wine are the weapons she uses to conquer this man's world.

And after the person, the longing for Jin Wenlu burned her heart, and alcohol became her best placebo. On her mind, drinking a bottle of red wine can be exchanged for a good night's sleep, even if she gets up the next day with a headache, she is still indulged in the illusion created by alcohol for her, and she can't extricate herself.

After being discredited again and being kicked out of the Huang mansion by Huang Yiqing. She used to drive a taxi for a living, and the cheap Red Star Erguotou in the street shop was her companion for long nights. Huang Mingyue dressed sloppily, half-drunk and not drunk, often on the way back to send off passengers late at night, holding a bottle with a second pot head in one hand and a steering wheel in the other, squeaking on the clutch of the old Santana, eager to hit his head somewhere in a slightly drunken way, ending this life that has long been not cherished by her. However, when the alcohol in the blood faded to its temperature the next day, Huang Mingyue got up from the bed like a dog and continued to live for a long time.

Huang Mingyue knew how much she was drinking, but after she was reborn, she didn't have much of a chance to indulge herself in a good drink—and she didn't want to have such an opportunity.

Wine is a poison that pierces the intestines!

Huang Mingyue slowly recalled the last time she saw Huang Mingchuan.

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The front of the Ferrari was knocked out of shape, and Huang Mingchuan's face was covered with blood, and he couldn't distinguish his appearance, and he could only vaguely see the shape of a person.

Huang Mingyue's whole body was paralyzed from her heart to her limbs one by one, her mind was blank, but she remembered inopportunely that she had seen dead cats and dogs on the first-class highway in the suburbs that had been crushed into a thin fur by countless wheels coming and going.

She couldn't shed a single tear, just knelt on her side and vomited, and then fell limply in the overwhelming blood.

……

Huang Mingyue was shocked, she didn't dare to indulge herself to recall such a scene, every time she recalled, it was like dismantling her whole person and putting it back together.

She held her breath and looked at Huang Mingchuan intently.

Huang Mingchuan breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling regularly under the thin quilt, but his brows were still slightly knotted.

Huang Mingyue's heart was relieved, and she was almost about to cry. In her previous life, she was so lonely and hopeless, and finally ruined her life early. Heavens pity her, none of the terrible things in this life have happened, her dear brother is sleeping soundly within her reach, and her mother lives quietly in the town of S.

The previous life must have been a nightmare that woke up too late!

However, no matter how terrible the nightmare is, the sun will drive it away, but the scars in Huang Mingyue's heart are carved by the fire.

Pan Jicheng's touching words still sounded in his ears, and Pan Lizhen's hypocritical smile still appeared in front of her eyes - but in a blink of an eye, those black hands sprinkled the unsightly powder into Huang Mingchuan's cup, sending him to a point of no return, and also burying all her happiness with her own hands.

Huang Mingyue is not a saint, she can't repay her grievances directly, she just wants revenge!

Before the viper showed its fangs, she should have picked up the pace, she couldn't afford it anymore. (To be continued.) )