He Qidong has never tasted drunkenness.

I don't know if the so-called drunkenness of those literati and ink writers is true or false.

He doesn't usually drink much, and he is very sensible.

He knows that any difficulty he encounters only needs to be solved, and escape is not always the way.

So even if there was pain, he never vented it.

In the past, when He Qidong saw that Shang Lu was depressed, he would smoke fiercely, one after another.

At that time, He Qidong would ask Shang Lu, can smoking relieve boredom?

Shang Lu asked him to give it a try, but he didn't.

Originally, he wasn't going to drink today, because he didn't drink alcohol or smoke, but his chest was really blocked at this moment.

The bright light elongated his tall figure and reflected it on the carpet.

Even this shadow exudes a sense of loneliness.

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Staring at the uncapped bottle of whiskey in Deng Wanzhou's hand, his entire broad shoulders collapsed, "Let's have two drinks." ”

As he spoke, he reached out to take the wine in Deng Wanzhou's hand.

Deng Wanzhou hurriedly tugged the wine bottle in her arms and didn't let go.

"Adong, I don't really want you to drink."

"Drinking hurts."

"I, I just want to find an excuse to come and see you, to accompany you, don't take it seriously."

He Qidong dragged the wine she was guarding, snatched it over, and sat on the sofa.

Without saying a word, he took a big sip when he raised his head.

"Ahem, ahem!"

It's a strong wine, but it's not suitable in the end.

He Qidong choked twice.

Deng Wanzhou was very distressed, and hurriedly patted him on the back to help him pour water.

When the water was poured, a whole 700ml bottle of whisky in He Qidong's hand was only one-third left.

His eyes were red from coughing because of the choking on alcohol.

Deng Wanzhou was so distressed that her chest hurt, and she hurriedly snatched the wine in his hand, "Adong, don't drink it." ”

The wine bottle in his hand crossed Deng Wanzhou's head, circled, avoided her snatching, and finally returned to the front.

He Qidong took two more sips.

If you can forget the pain for a while, let him get drunk tonight.

Deng Wanzhou began to regret that she had brought the wine.

"Adong, don't be like this, I feel uncomfortable when you are like this." Deng Wanzhou was about to cry.

She knew that he was too strong to drink, and that his stomach would be uncomfortable if he drank too much.

"Adong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have brought wine to provoke you, don't drink it, okay."

She grabbed his arm hard.

But there is a huge disparity in power between men and women.

No matter how she tried to stop it, the wine was still drunk into his stomach by He Qidong.

At this moment, he seemed to indulge himself, wanted to get himself drunk, wanted to free himself, and his eyes were full of pain.

Raising his eyes slightly, his eyes flowed, and he saw that the woman in front of him was about to cry.

Tears rolled in her eyes.

And then it fell with a click.

He Qidong asked, "Mr. Deng, I'm so embarrassed, what do you like about me?" ”

"I can't say it, but I've seen it everywhere anyway. You are the best in my eyes. ”

Deng Wanzhou finally snatched the wine bottle and held it tightly in his arms to prevent him from drinking it again.

But there were no more sips left in the bottle.

700 ml of wine, he almost went down.

Deng Wanzhou was afraid that his stomach would not be able to stand it, "Adong, do you have any discomfort, is your stomach uncomfortable, do you want to drink some milk?" ”

It's probably because the alcohol content is too high.

It's too fierce.

He also drank too fast.

At this moment, drunkenness rushed up from his chest, compressing the nerves of the entire brain.

My head began to feel dizzy.

Consciousness is a little less sober.

He rubbed his temples and lowered his eyes with a wry smile, "Anywhere is good?" It's not good anywhere. No home, no father, no mother, no friends, nothing. ”

Deng Wanzhou had already gotten up and walked away two steps

Originally, I was going to go to his kitchen fridge and get him a bottle of milk, and then give it to him when it was hot.

At this moment, I heard this painful and self-deprecating voice, and I couldn't help but stop.

My heart was so distressed that my whole heart was pinched.

When he turned around, he saw He Qidong just raising his eyes to look at him.

His eyes were still full of self-deprecation and pain, as well as a little drunkenness.

After he was drunk, he was even more distressed.

He raised his lips, "Mr. Deng, people like me are probably a nemesis, so they are destined to be lonely." As the richest woman in Pengcheng, you won't be happy with me. Don't waste any more time on me. ”

People are the same as sycamores, and they can barely stand when their hearts are empty.

Others thought that next spring it would sprout and grow greenery.

In fact, it died that winter when it couldn't survive it.

He is the sycamore tree with an empty heart, the time his parents abandoned him, and his heart died once.

On the operating table, his heart died again.

and Qiao buckwheat blossomed twice, and when the old edge was cut off, the heart was like ashes again.

In fact, he and Qiao Qiao's fate are so similar, so he can't give Qiao Qiao happiness when he is so helpless.

He could only let go.

Deng Wanzhou in front of him, he also didn't want to live up to it.

Deng Wanzhou stood in place, thought quietly for half a minute, and then comforted him, "Adong, let's not talk about this today, okay, you may be a little drunk, I'll go give you a hot glass of milk." ”

When she turned around, the smile on her face narrowed.

The eyelashes blinked weakly.

He sighed heavily.

It's a really bad feeling to be rejected again and again.

When she came back with a glass of warm milk, He Qidong leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

The strong aroma of wine is blowing in the face.

The whole air was filled with the smell of alcohol.

She sat next to her with the milk and gently patted He Qidong's arm, "Adong, drink some milk." ”

He Qidong slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were fixed on Deng Wanzhou's body, a little intoxicated.

suddenly took Deng Wanzhou's hand and hugged her into his arms.

The milk in Deng Wanzhou's hand was spilled on the ground.

The first time I felt He Qidong's active hug, although he was drunk, his brain was still numb.

The empty glass in his hand fell limply on the carpet and rolled into the distance.

She didn't dare to make a sound.

Did Ah Dong think she was Qiao Qiao?

He looked down at her in his arms, and the sexy protruding Adam's apple rolled gently, as if he was about to kiss her, but he didn't.

A long time ago, she forcibly kissed He Qidong.

He Qidong didn't react and pushed her away ruthlessly.

She longed for He Qidong to kiss down.

However, He Qidong looked at her and wrinkled his eyebrows tightly.

Then let go of her, and smiled bitterly, "You're not Qiao Qiao, you're not ......"

In his hoarse voice, not only his pain was revealed, but it was also as sharp as a knife, and the knife pierced Deng Wanzhou's chest.

Suddenly a little shaky, Deng Wanzhou forced herself to hold on to the sofa, pinched her leg with her other hand, forced herself not to cry, and murmured in a low voice, "Adong, don't just hurt me again and again because I like you." Don't mess me off, or I'll bite you. ”

Speaking of which, a trace of naughty ruthlessness suddenly flashed on the little face that was about to cry, "I'm really going to bite you." ”

"You're not Qiao Qiao." He Qidong waved her hand away.

She couldn't get angry, lowered her head, and bit the arm that ruthlessly waved her away, which hurt He Qidong for half a minute, and screamed out.