After speaking, Li Qingge strode out, and before leaving, he slammed the door vigorously.

Wen Zhoushan was against his sideburns, lonely, like an old tree.

Li Qingge greeted those team members with a smile, and then pulled Sang Luoqi away.

Sang Luoqi looked at Li Qingge, who was silent, and suddenly hugged Li Qingge.

"Qingqing, you don't have to feel self-blame, even if it wasn't for you, you would still meet him, not to mention, we don't know what kind of person he really is, he looked like that back then, it was normal to be deceived."

Sang Luoqi stroked Li Qingge's back again and again.

"We've had a friendship since childhood, you know me, if I really don't have any superfluous thoughts about him, it's useless for anyone to say it."

Li Qingge has been silent.

"I just think, I'm sorry for you."

Sang Luoqi nodded Li Qingge's forehead.

"Are you stupid in filming variety shows, what are you sorry for me, if you really say I'm sorry, it's him Wen Zhoushan I'm sorry, a dead scumbag."

Sang Luoqi hugged Li Qingge tightly.

"Qingqing, don't think so, I will blame myself, you know, I only have you."

When Li Qingge heard this, he felt uncomfortable.

"Let's work hard to make money, and when we make money, I'll give you about ten younger brothers in their prime, and all of them are better than that old man."

"It's just that they're all better than him."

Wen Zhoushan watched Li Qingge and Sang Luoqi's car drive away, and just stood like this until he couldn't see it anymore.

Li Qingge and Sang Luoqi booked a box in advance.

When they arrived at the box, the two of them let themselves go.

Li Qingge was thinking about how to talk to Bai Qinghuan about Sang Luoqi's variety show.

The mobile phone was snatched away by Sang Luoqi.

"You ......"

"I'll decide on the show."

"Unnecessary ......"

"It's necessary, I must show him that I am not who I used to be."

"Hmm."

Li Qingge looked at Sang Luoqi's duplicitous look and didn't know what to do.

Just silently followed the mulberry and settled down.

Sang Luoqi was dizzy and leaned on Li Qingge's shoulder.

"Qingqing, your little uncle is a bastard."

Li Qingge quibbled.

"He's someone else's little uncle, and he can't fight with me, so I have nothing to do with him."

Sang Luoqi was crying, and one hand trembled and pointed at Li Qingge.

"That's right, you're right, it's someone else's uncle."

As he spoke, the two of them had a drink, and then tacitly highlighted the same sentence.

"Something that is inferior to a beast"

Li Qingge saw that Sang Luoqi was almost drunk, and then helped Sang Luoqi to walk out.

The night wind, with some coolness, raised the hem of Li Qingge's skirt, looked at the brightly lit vehicles, and listened to the whistle.

Li Qingge seems to have returned to the age of sixteen.

It wasn't her who was in her prime, it was her who happened to be sixteen years old that year.

Li Qingge bent his head and looked at Sang Luoqi.

It turns out that they have known each other for so long.

Maybe it was because she saw an old acquaintance, so that Li Qingge was groggy all the time, and those youthful memories kept popping up in her head, squeezing her head painfully.

Li Qingge struggled to open his eyes and found that he hadn't even washed his makeup.

In an instant, he took off his body and quickly stood up.

After cleaning up, Li Qingge became more and more sober.

Unable to sleep, Li Qingge sat up, glanced at Sang Luoqi, who was still asleep, and cautiously left the bedroom.

——

Standing on the balcony, it was silent, and I couldn't see the distance clearly.

Li Qingge lowered his head, his eyelashes flashing...... Like a midnight elf.

No one knows that the elves are grieving.