Chapter 95: The Golden Master, She's Handsome and Sultry 2.17

Exhausted, Fanhua closed her eyes and lay on the soft bed in the bedroom.

As soon as I closed my eyes, my head began to ache.

This pain is nothing to Fanhua, she only regards it as the sequelae left by the weakness of the parasitic body.

She tried to ignore the headache and closed her eyes again.

After five minutes, Fanhua's body trembled violently, and she frowned every day, as if she had experienced a terrible nightmare.

Those dark eyes opened suddenly, and the pain that followed was even more shadowy.

Just now, the bloody memory that Sheng Ping didn't want to recall the most appeared in front of her eyes, and the next moment it became the kind of Wen Fanhua being pushed into the water, and the suffocating feeling of dying seemed to engulf her......

The headache and nightmarish images kept her awake.

Fanhua's eyes were clear, and she stood up straight from the bed, her eyes were clear and gentlemanly, sharp and compelling.

"What's going on?"

There are no others in the house, and the flowers only ask about the system.

"Host, maybe it's the sequelae of a cold?"

"Will the sequelae of a cold make my memories and Wen Fanhua's memories change like this?"

"That'...... That could be a side effect of the host you entering the host body for the first time, and the soul and body have not yet fully merged. "The system is spitting and spitting, and the middle gas is insufficient.

It sounds like random speculation!

Anyway, little spicy chicken, you can't count on it!

Since you can't sleep, then—don't sleep yet.

"Ringing ......" The ringtone of the mobile phone placed on the desktop suddenly rang.

Fanhua took the phone, saw the name of the caller on it, and searched for the person from Wen Fanhua's memory.

Wen Shan, one of Wen Fanhua's friends, the unfavored daughter of a second-rate family, was adopted by the uncle's family after both her parents died.

No matter how good a niece is, how can she have her own biological relatives?

Wen Shan and Wen Fanhua, who are also out of place at home, hit it off at first sight and became good friends.

The longest thing the two of them have done is to make an appointment to drink together-

Borrowing wine to kill sorrow and telling the bitterness of not being treated at home, the same is the end of the world, two hearts with inferiority and lack of love leaning together to keep warm, complaining to each other, hugging and crying.

said to be friends, in the eyes of flowers, they are just the objects they confide in.

Commonly known as - "emotional trash can".

"Ah Hua, come and drink, see you in the old place!"

Connected to the phone, the other party hung up directly after saying a word.

Fanhua squeezed the hand of the mobile phone hard, and her face was not very good-looking.

Only when she ordered her younger brothers was a "one-word" order, when did she become the object of being treated like this!

"Suka...... Host, will you go? The system asked weakly.

To be honest, the fire on the host's body made it a little scared, and if the person who called was right in front of it, the system felt that the host's fist must have been punched.

"Go, why don't you go?"

Idle anyway - can't sleep.

Fanhua came to the place where the two friends usually drank bitter wine together.

Before I was ready to attack, there was an extra bottle of wine in front of me.

"Ah Hua, if it's a man, drink it!"

Looking up from the bottle, it was the face of a young girl with a slightly drunken flushed face.

The girl is about the same age as Wen Fanhua, wearing a sequined suspender belt and a black vest, her hair is dyed red, she still has an explosive head, and the makeup on her face is very thick, and half of her makeup is smeared by wine stains.

"Ah Hua, do you want to drink or not? I'm going to drink you to death today! Wen Shan said provocatively.

The corners of Fanhua's mouth hooked a contemptuous smile.

Whoever drinks to death is not certain!

She took the wine bottle, touched it with Wen Shan, and proudly brought it directly to her lips.

Pour it down.

A few bottles of wine down the stomach -