"Ding." The phone rang suddenly on the coffee table.

A WeChat reminder appears on the screen.

Ni Mocheng picked up the mobile phone on the desktop and saw a sentence: 'Brother, when will you come back?' ’

When I raised my eyes, it hurt to breathe.

Leaning back on the sofa, Ni Mocheng raised his head, his arms bent and pressed against his eyes, and let the bitterness spread: Yao Yao, I go back now, I just want to hug you, I don't want to be your own brother.

"Bang dang." Lu Mingxu opened the box door.

The coffee table was full of wine, half empty and half unopened.

Qi Shuyao paused, she had never seen him so casual.

Ni Mocheng thought it was Li Qing, pressed his eyes with his arms, and still didn't care.

Qi Shuyao saw his perfect half-silhouette from his open neckline.

Closing the door, Lu Mingxu hooked his lips and smiled: "So it's here, I said what about you?" ”

Ni Mo narrowed his eyes, lowered his arm, and sat up straight: "What about Li Qing?" Seeing Qi Shuyao, he just glanced at it, and there was no wave in his eyes.

Helped Ni Mocheng contact Li Qing, so both parties have contact information.

Lu Mingxu smiled and sat down beside Ni Mocheng, and poured himself wine: "He has an important patient tomorrow, so he will go back." ”

"It's so boring to drink alone, don't mind adding me and Shuyao." Lu Mingxu, who poured two glasses of wine, gave a glass of wine to Qi Shuyao, who took off his sunglasses and sat beside him.

Ni Mocheng looked at the two of them with deep pain.

Lu Mingxu said first: "This wine is really strong, rest assured that I came by car, and there are no reporters to follow me." ”

Qi Shuyao took a sip of wine, and without saying a word, she felt that the wine was bitter.

Ni Mocheng, who didn't reply to Ni Yao's message, silently held the phone in his hand.

In the night scene of the zero drunk bar, there is always a carnival under the rope.

An first half today.

Qiao Yi stood on the second floor and looked at the people on the stage, chic, indifferent, and sometimes smiled at the atmosphere.

"Er Shao, what are you looking at?" The beautiful woman on the side asked with a smile.

Qiao Yi turned around and hooked the corners of his lips: "Good, I want to be quiet." ”

The beauty paused slightly, how could there be a quiet place at the moment, she didn't know each other.

At the dinner table of the Ni family, Ni Yao shook his head with his mobile phone, and there were Ni Mocheng and Yu Yanzheng in his mind.

Ni Ruizhi and Yao Wanshi told her not to care.

At the same time, Yu Yanzheng was at Yu's house, thinking about Ni Yao with a loss of appetite, listening to Yu Jianbing ask him why he went abroad, he looked at Yu Minghui while answering, and was gloomy and picking up vegetables to eat.

***

Zero o'clock, zero drunk bar.

Lu Mingxu, who originally came to persuade him to drink, turned out to drink vigorously.

Looking at Ni Mocheng, who had been holding his mobile phone, Lu Mingxu turned the wine glass in his hand, and asked with a smile and a little seriousness: "Why do you always hold your mobile phone all the time." ”

Ni Mo looked at him with closed eyes: "There is an important information that has not been returned." ”

Lu Mingxu took a sip of wine: "Since it's important, why don't you go back." ”

Ni Mocheng kept his eyes calm and did not speak.

Qi Shuyao had already changed her position, sitting alone on Ni Mocheng's left side, on the personal sofa, looked at his side face, drank less wine, and smiled generously: "Do you want me to send you back, you are all almost drunk." "She's the least drunk tonight.

Lu Mingxu shook his hand and smiled: "I'm just getting started." ”

Turning to look at Ni Mocheng, he deliberately asked, "Is it someone you like?" "There are some things that will only be more uncomfortable if you hold them in your heart.

Ni Mocheng clenched his mobile phone and looked at him, and took a sip of wine: "It's someone you like." ”。

Lu Mingxu paused slightly, and he would admit: "When did it happen, after so many years with you, I didn't know that you had a sweetheart?" ”