The two of them didn't say a few words before they were caught by a restless crowd.

There are a circle of people in the bulletin board not far away, and there are more and more postures gathering.

The overly dense crowd made Song Miaomiao feel uneasy for a while, and she always wanted to avoid it for some reason, subconsciously feeling that the more people there were, the better it was.

You Haoxuan was very interested, looked around a few times, and saw that Song Miaomiao didn't want to join in the fun, so she just flattened her mouth and didn't go over.

However, this is often the case, the more you don't want to cause trouble, the more things like to rely on you.

There were sharp-eyed people in the crowd who saw Song Miaomiao on the side of the road.

whistled and greeted her in a loud voice: "Yo! Song Er is fat, bullish, fifteen bottles of beer will blow it. ”

Some good deeds followed suit: "It is worthy of our A big Song Erfat, this amount of alcohol is not comparable to ordinary people." ”

Song Miaomiao's heart snorted, and a bad premonition came to her heart.

The crowd consciously split a path for her as she passed, and she made her way to the bulletin board unimpeded.

In the dim light, the fat figure is almost half-lying in front of the table, holding a bottle of beer in his hand and pouring it on his head, his neck is leaning back deeply with the action of drinking, the long black hair behind his head is almost dragging to the ground, and on the table is a standing or upside-down wine bottle, it is obvious that the protagonist in the photo has drunk a lot.

It was clear that this photo had been processed, and there were a lot of people present last night, but although it was a recent photo, there was no one in sight except her on the dim screen.

The photo has been retouched and enlarged several times and pasted here, so that anyone with a discerning eye can know who it is at a glance.

However, such a naïve and nonsensical behavior still made Song Miaomiao's already not very sober head instantly "buzz".

Last night, her last conversation with Shi Meiqi fermented in her mind.

"Words count."

"Words count."

The nerves of reason were about to break, and she tugged at it vigorously, closing her eyes and trying to tell herself to calm down, she must calm down.

The thin and fragmented voice behind him made Song Miaomiao's hand, who was about to tear off the photo, stiffen.

"Ning Lian, I really can't figure out why Grandpa Ning chose such a fiancée for you, now it's a new century and a new era, can you still follow the orders of parents like the older generation to match the words of the concubine, you say that this person is average, but it's such a drunken and talentless person, I really can't complain for you......" The woman's soft voice was like a sharp knife, cutting off Song Miaomiao's last reason.

She tore off the piece of paper that had been made into a poster and crumpled it into a solid ball in her hand without mercy.

"Ah, Miao Miao, why are you here, I, I'm ......" Shi Meiqi bit her red lips with heavy makeup in some panic, and hid behind Ning Lian, who had done something wrong, like a child.

Song Miaomiao's face was no better than Ning Miaomiao's, but at this time, all her attention was on Shi Meiqi, who was timidly shrinking her neck.

How dirty and despicable does a person's heart have to be to do such a thing, the night before in front of a dozen people in a room, he said that he would not interfere with the river water from now on, but how long has it been?

She poured the fifteen bottles of wine desperately, her stomach burned like it burned out, and she was depressed like a lost soul, but in exchange for her sentence "alcoholic nature".

The already not-so-clear head instantly fell into endless darkness.

She watched as her face moved uncontrollably in her direction.

Could it be that she behaved too gently and submissively last night, and made her forget that the dog will jump off the wall when it is in a hurry, and the cat will bare its teeth when it panics?