We were playing a game of drinking the dead, and I was in a group with Jiang Ciyun, whether I lost or he lost, he blocked the wine, as if he was deliberately getting drunk.

A few cases of wine were swept away without much effort, only I didn't drink much, only I was sober, and none of the others were delirious.

"Sing Happy Birthday to me." Jiang Ciyun's head rested on my shoulder, and his low voice easily penetrated my ears.

"I sing ugly, and when I open my mouth, people laugh at me, don't do it." I craned my neck.

"Really, she's not singing material." Shen Yin burst out with a big tongue.

Yan Jin hugged her: "Then, then you sing." ”

Shen Yin glared at him: "I'll sing." How much money do I have, I'll sing and roll."

Jiang Ciyun and I were invariably amused, and we invariably picked up the wine glass, and the over-synchronized movements made our eyes meet. The wine glasses collided slightly, and he and I finished drinking the shallow layer of wine in the glass, and at the same time put down the wine glass and looked at Yan Jin and Shen Yin.

To be honest, I feel more and more that what Jiang Ciyun said is right.

Yan Jin seems to really like Shen Yin, his eyes are about to melt when he looks at her, although he loves to play, although he is bohemian, but he likes to hide the eyes of a person.

I subconsciously turned my head to look at the man beside me, in comparison, Jiang Ciyun is like a cloud floating in the sky, he can only look at it but can't really grasp it, the cloud is fickle, too similar to him.

I stared at him in a trance, Jiang Ciyun just turned his head, our eyes met for a moment, and he went back to the previous topic: "Sing me one." ”

"No, I can't really sing." I waved my hand repeatedly.

When I was just an adult, I participated in the English singing competition organized by the school, and the class leader had a grudge against me, knowing that I would die when I opened my mouth, and reported me, the result can be imagined, and the shame was a mess, and the classmates in the audience even threw the Coke bottle up and told me to get down.

was rejected by me bluntly again, and Jiang Ciyun's face sank a lot.

He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me all the way to the bar's stage.

He was drunk, and his walking steps were a little staggering, so he snatched the microphone from the singer's hand and said fiercely: "My wife wants to sing me a birthday song and applaud Lao Tzu"

I've never seen him get drunk like this.

There were really people who cooperated with him, at first there was scattered applause, and then the drinkers beat more and more intensely, and some even whistled and cheered.

Jiang Ciyun stuffed the microphone into my hand and pointed at me: "Sing." ”

"Sing, beauty, your husband seems to be unhappy, hurry up and make him happy." Someone in the audience shouted.

My eyes swept over unfamiliar faces, and suddenly froze somewhere.

Lin Fengfan sat in the crowd, he sat alone in an inconspicuous corner, looking straight over. This lawyer who once slapped me, Xiao Li's brother, is actually here.

I was suddenly terrified, afraid that tonight's scene would soon reach Xiao Li's ears, and then to Lu Li's ears.

At this moment, Lin Fengfan took out his mobile phone as if he was taking pictures.

I ran off the stage on a rampage and ran until I reached the door of the bar, and Jiang Ciyun chased after me.

He grabbed my hand, and I looked back to see that Lin Fengfan had also chased him out, standing at the door of the bar and watching us.

"You let go." I shook Jiang Ciyun's hand desperately.

He didn't let go, but instead hugged my waist hard: "Tang Ying, I can't wait to leave me behind, is it cool to be by the grandson surnamed Lu when I go back?"

I froze in place, staring at him with wide eyes.

The power of this sentence is really not small, like something that has been backlogged for a long time bursting out in an instant.

He pulled up his foot and stopped a taxi and stuffed me straight into the car.

When the taxi drove past the bar, I saw with my own eyes that Lin Fengfan was still standing at the door, making a phone call.

I was completely confused, and my bag and phone were still in the booth.

"Jiang Ciyun, don't make trouble, I have to get out of the car." I grabbed his arm and shook it several times.

"Get out of the car and get out of the car and be by Lu Li" He hooked his lips, and his words were as ugly as a knife.

"You're drunk." I tilted my head and bit my lip slightly. Jiang Ciyun rarely had a rough time to this extent, he really drank too much and became delirious.

Yes, it must be.

But why am I still naïve enough to think that he cares about me, this damn contradictory delusion.

The driver turned his head and asked, "Where are you two going?"

"Mansion One, Mansion One." Jiang Ciyun said drunkenly.

I'm a thriller.

It is rumored that ordinary people in the house of Mansion No. 1 are not even qualified to take a look. It has always been the tenant who picks the house, but the No. 1 Mansion is the real estate developer who picks the tenant, and the people who live there either have a lot of money to take out, or they have the supreme right, in short, even the grass and trees there are full of money and luxury.

In the safe passage of the bar, Shen Yin's words to me suddenly appeared in my ears again, could it be that Jiang Ciyun's worth background is really far beyond what I can imagine

"Jiang, Jiang Ciyun, did you say something wrong," I asked cautiously.

His face leaned over and said slowly: "Tang Ying, the little you are worried about, I, Jiang Ciyun, your husband and I, can destroy the surname Lu with a touch of a finger." I went back stupidly, and my head was squeezed by the door."

He was fierce, very fierce, and he was ruthless when he said every word, as if he wanted to swallow people alive.

I don't know if Jiang Ciyun is the most real at this moment, and I don't know why he said this, but inexplicably my tears came down.

When the car was halfway there, he passed by a fried dumpling night stall, Jiang Ciyun squinted and said, "Stop Lao Tzu." ”

With a squeak, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and Jiang Ciyun and I were all thrown forward by inertia.

His head slammed into the passenger seat, and there was a loud bang.

"Hey, you're alright." I hurried to help him.

Jiang Ciyun shook off my hand, opened the car door and went down, and it didn't take long for him to staggering back with a bag of fried dumplings.

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