When Zhou Bocheng's voice fell, Wu Yao suddenly felt that the world was silent, and Zhou Bocheng did not hesitate and turned away, leaving her alone in the wind.

She didn't know that Zhou Bocheng was a hundred times more uncomfortable than her, and this was the first girl he had said to him when he was so old.

The moment Wu Yao spoke, only God knew how excited he was and how much he wanted to agree.

As a victim of a broken family, a victim of an unhappy marriage, this... Zhou Bocheng, I can't do it...

"Boss, a bottle of Red Star Erguotou."

"Eighteen dollars, take it yourself on the counter."

"Phew, I want Moutai, Feitian Moutai."

“1200。” In a tobacco and alcohol specialty store, the boss was playing with his head down on the computer, and when he heard such a conversation, he raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him, a little surprised.

Even more surprised, after the other party gave the money, he looked like he was going to open it.

"Young man, you're not right, you give it to me." Looking at each other again, the boss reminded him kindly, took the bottle and demonstrated, but he didn't open it.

Zhou Bocheng didn't care about the boss's actions, and after taking it, he opened it and took a big sip, but the sauce-flavored Moutai was a little better.

"One more bottle."

"What do you think of iced tea?" The boss was stunned, subconsciously spoke, and after hearing the prompt sound of successful payment, he looked at Zhou Bocheng for a long time.

He has never seen such a person who buys Moutai to drink, and Zhou Bocheng's age, generally young people of this age either help others deal with it, or buy some to give away.

"Are you out of love?" The boss handed Zhou Bocheng a cigarette and asked.

"No, I just haven't drunk it, I bought some of it, and it tastes like that." Zhou Bocheng lit a cigarette and answered the boss's question.

"Guy, Moutai doesn't drink like this, it's a face-saving project, there's no need to spend this money, you're still young, ...... my age"

"One more bottle."

The boss's eyes widened, and he sighed, why are you still strong, today's young people, who spend a lot of time, will know the importance of money when he is old.

After coming out of the tobacco and liquor store, Zhou Bocheng became a beautiful scenery on the street, and the return rate was 100 percent.

Everyone's eyes were focused on this young man wearing a shirt, holding two bottles of Moutai in a transparent white plastic bag, and holding a bottle in his hand, drinking and walking.

"Brother, brother." When passing by a clothing store, a 6.7-year-old big-eyed girl with a ponytail ran out of it, blocking Zhou Bocheng's way.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Bocheng squatted down and looked at the little girl who was blocking her way.

"Mom said you can't drink like this, drinking like this is not good for your health, brother, don't drink it, okay?" Innocent eyes stared at Zhou Bocheng, and Zhou Bocheng threw a kind smile at the head of a charming woman in the store.

"Okay, then my brother won't drink it." There was at most one mouthful left in the wine bottle, and Zhou Bocheng didn't care about it and threw it into the trash.

"This is Moutai, which is very expensive. I have two bottles at home, and my dad is reluctant to drink them. The little girl looked at the wine bottle in Zhou Bocheng's plastic bag again, thought about it, and spoke seriously.

His eyes rolled for a moment, and he continued to speak

"My brother can sell it and keep the money to marry a daughter-in-law later."

Hearing this, Zhou Bocheng smiled even more.

Showing two rows of white teeth, smiling very brightly... Then, in front of the little girl, under the eyes of curious passers-by, she slowly took out a bottle of Moutai from the plastic bag and opened it on the street.

said thank you to the women in the store, drank it, and left, many people were a little confused by Zhou Bocheng's operation. All sorts of eyes looked at him, mostly some slight sighs.

Zhou Bocheng's smile was very healing.

It's just that no one knows that this sunny smile is what Zhou Bocheng shows when he comes home every time he is bullied, and the worst he is bullied, the more sunny he smiles.

Because he knows that as long as he laughs, others will not worry...

"Squeak..."

Brush.

Almost at the same time, Zhou Bocheng turned around, and the wine bottle in his hand stayed in mid-air. smiled

"Sister-in-law, haven't you rested yet?"

Zhao Ya was dressed in khaki pajamas, showing her wonderful posture, wearing a mask, and looking at Zhou Bocheng with her hands around her.

"Good night if there's nothing to do." A fresh fragrance came to the nose, the smell of this thing just taken a bath, the eyes made their own decisions during the day, and the nose and eyes made their own decisions at night.

Zhou Bocheng, who was a little weak-hearted, hurriedly spoke, he was particularly curious that he had drunk so much wine today, and he was not drunk except for being slightly drunk.

Maybe this is a sign of cancer, Zhou Bocheng thought so, and slowly put down the bottle in his hand.

"Bring it." Zhao Ya stretched out his hand, Zhou Bocheng hurriedly handed over the things, and then Zhao Ya didn't wait for Zhou Bocheng's consent, went directly into his house and began to pour skillfully.

Under the dining table, under the stove, under the bed in Zhou Bocheng's bedroom, he skillfully found five or six half-bottle wine bottles, all of which were poured into the kitchen, and Zhou Bocheng watched quietly, silently.

"You come over to me." Zhao Ya opened her mouth coldly, stretched out her hand and pulled Zhou Bocheng's arm, and walked towards the opposite side, holding a wine bottle in her other hand and a plastic bag.

The body fragrance on his body and the fragrance of the shower gel were mixed together, which made Zhou Bocheng couldn't help but feel restless, and there were a hundred impulses to stop him and hug him, and there were a hundred and one reasons in his mind telling him that he couldn't.

Zhao Ya pulled Zhou Bocheng, just like a child who made a mistake and didn't speak and was pushed by an elder, so she pushed Zhou Bocheng into the living room.

Then he found a clean strip of cloth, covered the opened Moutai liquor, tied it with a string, and then put both bottles of wine in the cabinet.

After coming to the living room, he poured a cup of hot water for Zhou Bocheng, tore off the mask and slapped it on his face a few times.

As everyone knows, the faint moisture on Zhao Ya's face, who had just made a mask, was even more moving in Zhou Bocheng's eyes. After so many years of getting along, Zhao Ya doesn't treat Zhou Bocheng as an outsider, and Pang Chuan is the same when he is at home.

After doing everything, Zhao Ya sat directly next to Zhou Bocheng and sighed,

"Let's talk about it."

"What are you talking about, sister-in-law?" Zhou Bocheng is very empty in his heart, really empty!

When Pang Chuan and Zhao Ya fell in love, Zhou Bocheng was very envious, but it was more of a blessing.

After discovering that Pang Chuan was looking for flowers and willows outside every day, Zhou Bocheng had some uneasy thoughts in his heart.

However, these thoughts were hidden in Zhou Bocheng's heart, and he didn't feel ashamed, because he knew that many men would have them.

Whether there is an idea or not, and whether it has been implemented or not, are two different things.

But...

When Zhou Bocheng knew that he was going to die, the thought that made him uneasy turned into restlessness, which was extremely strong!