The evening breeze is light and cool.

Ling Siqing fled from the lively street, but fled to the increasingly lively wine street, her headache was a little heavy, and she couldn't find a quiet place to be quiet, the evening breeze continued, but the cold feeling couldn't make her sober.

They are so close, why can't they? Why can't she?

Ling Siqing patted her head heavily, what was she thinking? What did she hope for so much? Did she crave him so much?

The wind rustled through the leaves, and Ling Siqing walked slowly, slowly calming his aching heart, trying to forget the pain he had just suppressed and focus all his attention on the scene in front of him.

But she couldn't.

Qiao Muyu rejected her so verbally, even if he kept himself by his side, what was the point?

She instinctively found a wine shop, shouted for a lot of wine, and drank a few familiar calls, it turned out to be Fang Mengchen, who came out alone to buy drunk, Fang Mengchen said that the man didn't want her, he really didn't want her.

"Siqing, Liu Junsheng, that bastard, why don't you want me, I can be gentle, I can compromise and ask for ......"

"Fool, love is a matter of two people, and it can never be wishful thinking......"

"Siqing, I'm so sad, that man doesn't want me to ......"

"Silly Mengchen, why does my man want me to ......" Ling Siqing's voice was very low and deep, like a long cry.

The two drunk women naturally attracted the attention of many people, but no one dared to come forward to talk, let alone make trouble, because not far from the wine shop, a sharp figure stood solemnly, so cold that people could not ignore it.

It's really sad to buy a drunk woman for a man.

Watching a woman buy a drunk but powerless man is even more pathetic.

Qiao Muyu could only watch like this, waiting, thinking, complaining, and feeling distressed, but he couldn't get close......

Ling Siqing said: Drink the bar, drink it, you can get drunk and relieve a thousand sorrows, forget about those bastards, forget that person......

In the middle of the staggering, she and Fang Mengchen sat opposite each other and drank booze, occasionally drinking in a daze, but her eyes were misty and a little blurry, she closed her eyes slightly, and immediately felt a line of things that asked for moist things to slip by, and reached out to touch ......

"Hmm, what's wrong?" There was a large wet piece on the back of the hand, and it was a bitter taste.

"Siqing, you are crying, for that stinky man......" Fang Mengchen was angry, as if gloating, as if in pain......

"Thoughts, don't cry, don't cry......" Ling Siqing seemed to hear a familiar voice, raised his eyes and looked around, but there was no one around, only Fang Mengchen, who was accompanying the wine, and the empty table, even the shopkeeper was nowhere to be found.

Hehe, there was only one person left.

Ling Siqing smiled bitterly, thinking that she didn't care, she shouldn't care, she was an atmospheric woman.

She knew in her heart that she cared, she cared very much.

She seems to have not played with Xiao Liang for a long time, and after deciding to get close to Qiao Muyu, she can't tolerate that she is holding her lover's child as if nothing happened, although she has never said anything about Xiao Ling's life experience.

What does she suddenly want to prove now, what does she want to get?

She was puzzled, she didn't understand, and when she was rejected, she was so alive and dead, she had no love, and she was as dark and cold as gray.

When did her love become so unforgettable, she couldn't stop.

Qiao Muyu quietly bought the entire liquor store, drove away all the people, and hid in the shadows, he could let his women go crazy, but he didn't allow other men to see it, he could only use this way, how naïve.

"Sixth Highness ......" came in a hurry, it was none other than the man Fang Mengchen had been calling.

"Your woman, do it yourself." Qiao Muyu said coldly, her eyes locked on Ling Siqing, who was drinking hard, only to see her bite her lip hard, the back of her hand pressed against her eyes, and the tears that were being suppressed slipped down her fingertips......

Qiao Muyu felt distressed for a while, and wanted to raise his hand to touch her moist cheeks, feeling the warmth, but endless sadness.

"Sixth Highness...... Liu Junsheng cried, where is Fang Mengchen his woman.

"Take her away, don't let me see her again." The woman who dared to accompany her was drunk like this, which made him jealous.

"Uh......" Liu Junsheng glanced at Qiao Muyu quickly, seeing his disdainful look, he didn't do much entanglement, approached Fang Mengchen, and wanted to take her away first, his eyes swept over Ling Siqing on the opposite side, and his eyes seemed to be a little strange.

This woman ......

Liu Junsheng swept the picture in his mind, but before he could sort it out, he was torn away by the drunken Fang Mengchen.

He lowered his eyes and sighed: This woman is really not worry-free.

After Liu Junsheng took Fang Mengchen away, Qiao Muyu sat opposite Ling Siqing, she was drunk, her eyes were hazy looking at him, her lips were closed, counting something, and her voice was as light as a gnat, which made Qiao Muyu's expression stiff and stiff......

His children?

When did Qiao Muyu have a child, he suddenly thought of the little girl, the child who was picked up by Ling Siqing......

Qiao Muyu remembered that when Ling Siqing was angry just now, he seemed to mention that he had a child with another woman, could it be that there was anything related to it, and the next moment his frowning brows stretched a little, and the corners of his mouth hooked.

This woman, hasn't she been paying attention to the things in his house and knowing those women......

Ling Siqing drank cup after cup, because she was intentional, so she drank quickly and violently, and in a trance, she seemed to see Qiao Muyu looking at her, but his expression was so blurry, she tore away an extremely ugly and stubborn smile......

"Qiao Muyu, I don't care, I'm not sad, I'm not sad......

Qiao Muyu looked at her, her mind was extremely uncomfortable, but she didn't stop her from getting drunk, she drank enough, and she would forget many things.

Ling Siqing was really drunk, and she wanted to get close to the vague shadow in a trance, she got up slightly, and with a flick of her footsteps, the things in front of her began to rotate and turn upside down, dazzling, and she was extremely uncomfortable to see, and her slender brows were furrowed tightly.

She said: Qiao Muyu, I'm not uncomfortable, I'm not uncomfortable, but I'm ......

Before Ling Siqing finished speaking, he lay on the corner of the table and vomited, as if he was going to vomit all the wine he had just drunk, and after spitting up, his stomach was slightly more comfortable, and he simply sat down against the corner of the table.

The evening breeze is bleak, the night is thick with ink, and the half-moon is bright.

She only felt that her eyes were hazy, and the strength of her body seemed to be exhausted, and she felt so tired......

I don't know how long later, a pair of strong arms lifted her body into the air, and with a slight turmoil, she opened her eyelids with great difficulty, and the face approaching her was so familiar and so heartwarming......

"Joe, Qiao Muyu ......"

Ling Siqing was deeply drunk, and gently murmured out the person's name, thought about it, and smiled bitterly, "No, how can it be Qiao Muyu, he doesn't want me anymore, he doesn't want me anymore......"

"Why is he willing not to want you?" Facing the evening breeze, Qiao Muyu hugged her and left the wine shop.