Zhang Minglang was sitting on the sofa watching TV, I don't know what movie he was watching, anyway, it was in grunter English, and I could only understand a rough idea.

When he saw me come out, he still sat there and gave orders: "You wash your clothes and hang them on the balcony." ”

When I was drying my clothes, I looked out at the balcony and across the street was the mangrove park, which was crowded with people in the sunny daytime, and looked lonely and lonely in the middle of the night in the drizzle.

Just as he was distracted, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"What are you looking at?"

I trembled a little before I came back to my senses.

Zhang Minglang stood not far from me, and after shrugging his shoulders, he leaned against the cold guardrail, followed my gaze, and said a little meaninglessly: "This house is very good, right?" ”

I snorted.

Instead of continuing the conversation, he said, "I've got 46 proof spirits for you." Chen Sansan, if you can drink a bottle, I will forgive you for everything you did to me that year. ”

I looked up at him in surprise, and there was something in his eyes that I couldn't understand, not love and hate, but that uncomfortable indifference.

I walked back into the hall and saw a bottle of wine on the coffee table, opened.

Without a moment's hesitation, I reached out and picked up the bottle of wine, and without even looking at it, brought it directly to my mouth, raised my head and let it pour into my mouth.

The burning sensation spread from my throat to my stomach was only a few minutes, but it felt like a century had passed for me.

In the end, Zhang Minglang snatched away the wine that I had only drunk half, and raised his voice again and said, "Enough!" ”

I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, he continued: "Chen Sansan, don't you have your own opinions? Do you do whatever I tell you to do? So I'll let you go to hell with me, will you go? ”

I stood there in amazement, looking at him timidly, as he suddenly put the half bottle back on the coffee table and held my face with his hands outstretched.

The liquor I drank rushed in my body, and I was about to choke on tears when I drank too quickly, so he came over without hesitation, and said word by word in my ear: "Tonight, betray him as if you betrayed me." ”

With that, he stretched out his left hand and put it over my ear.

I paused, and finally pushed him away hard.

The side effects of alcohol soon came up, and I was a little top-heavy, but my consciousness was unusually clear, and I stared at him and asked, "Zhang Minglang, what do you want?" ”

Zhang Minglang didn't mean to avoid my eyes, he said coldly with a cold face: "I don't want to do anything." I just want to see if you still have me in your heart. ”

I laughed, almost tears in my eyes, but the smile was disdainful.

In the end, I said word by word: "It's long gone, otherwise I wouldn't have left you." ”

I'm duplicitous, my acting skills are perfect, my expression is just right, it seems a waste if the director doesn't ask me to act, maybe I can win a best lie award this year as soon as I get on camera.

I didn't have time to applaud and praise this superb acting me, there were obviously people in my heart who were wielding kitchen knives and slashing, but my face had to look light.

Because I knew I had to be hard-hearted.

Because I know I'm no longer worthy of him.

Alcohol was also a good thing, and it continued to unravel my trapped beast situation, as my head grew heavier and heavier because of its effects, and I ended up lying down on the couch.