Intoxication

According to Komatsu, "blessings are caused by misfortune." During his cultivation period, his relationship with Song Juhan has always been harmonious, and it can even be said to be a bit sweet. For such a proactive personality, Song Juhan was trained by Song Juhan to develop a mentality of being happy in time. For this harmony, why can he pretend to forget all that happened before.

After a week's rest, although it was still a little uncomfortable, the company had too much backlog. Song Juhan went to shoot mv, so why couldn't he stay at home and started working again.

That afternoon, he received a call from Feng Ye, who recently called him twice. He didn't go. The injury was one of the reasons. Most importantly, he knew he was avoiding Feng Ye subconsciously. Since Feng Ye returned to China, his relationship with Song Juhan has become increasingly tense, although this is not Feng Ye's fault.

Feng Yan told him that this meeting was the meeting of Peng Fang to a brother, and Peng Fang also mentioned him specifically.

Why did you hear a lot of people, plus I was so embarrassed and refused, I had to agree.

He worked overtime until night and drove directly to the bar street.

The location of the bar was quite coincident, and it was just diagonally opposite the "" that he and Gu Qingpei went to last time.

Feng Ye and Peng Fang had just finished their meal and they just met at the entrance of the bar.

"Hey, why." Peng Fang waved at him with a smile. "What extra work Saturday, how good it is to eat with us."

Why it says: "Hello, Mr. Peng, the company is busy recently.

"Why." Feng Yan came over and patted his shoulder. "How do I feel that every time I see you, you lose weight."

"No, I haven't changed my weight." He didn't tell Feng Yan about the accident. In fact, he lost his appetite during this time, and indeed lost several pounds.

"Come, introduce you, this is Wu Ziang, this is his girlfriend ..." Peng Fang introduced them one by one, and finally a gloomy young man, "This is my brother, Hara, this is for him today The wind. "

Why do you look at that young man? He is very tall, as if it were about Song Juhan, but he is stronger than Song Ju, has short hair, looks arrogant and handsome, and has a particularly upright and capable temperament, like a soldier.

Why? "Hello."

Hara nodded at him, but didn't look at him squarely, and he didn't look good.

"Don't put on a constipated face," Peng Fang hooked Yuan Yuan's neck. "Walk, go in."

Feng Ye advanced the bar with why.

Behind listening to what Yuan Yuan and Peng Lai were discussing, after a while, Yuan Yuan went to the opposite street by himself.

After entering the box, Feng Jiqi said, "Where is the original?"

"I don't know, I met an acquaintance, look over it." Peng Fang was a little playful, hey hey, the thief smiled, "There may be gossip listening a while."

"What gossip?" Others were also interested.

"I said I don't know. You will ask yourself when he comes back."

Peng Fang ordered a table of wine and supper, and men and women began to sing.

Why sit in the corner and chat with Feng Ye, talking about something irrelevant, Feng Ye persuaded him to resign, afraid he was too hard.

After a while, Peng came over and complained, "Don't drink and chat if you have wine, and talk about the difference between life and death. Come, come, hurry, drink."

Feng Yan smiled: "Peng Fang, what have you been doing recently?"

"Busy and earn two steel golems, where is it comparable to Grandpa Feng?"

"You chill me, my new company, my feet haven't stood still."

"Haha, come, have a drink, and respect your new company."

A few people, you came to drink with me, so why did you take the initiative to toast a few glasses, he does n’t drink too much, but he does n’t like to drink easily, and hates these noisy occasions. He would n’t come unless he did n’t want to be alone with Feng Ye.

After a while, Hara returned, and strangely, the yin on his face was swept away, and he even had a proud smile.

Peng Fang's eyes glowed, and he hurriedly gathered together. The two men bowed their heads to discuss something, and from time to time gave out a bad laugh.

Feng Ye used to drink from Yuan Yuan. Yuan Yuan was very proud of drinking. He drank one cup at a time. When Feng Ye saw this situation, he dared to stay for a long time and ran away after drinking three cups.

Why is he whispering: "Is the original uncle a soldier? Look at the momentum and drink like the army style."

"Yeah, just returned from the army. He is Peng Fangfa, and his father is the chairman of Yuanshi. Have you heard of it?"

"Yuanshi?" Why was he slightly surprised? "Is Yuanlijiang?"

"Yeah, you know?"

"I don't know, but one of my supervisors just jumped to Yuan Lijiang." I didn't expect that by coincidence, Yuan Yuan was the son of Yuan Lijiang.

"Oh, the people against Yuan Lijiang are very generous, and they are really good at retaining people. My dad ca n’t do this. Although he has clear rewards and punishments, he is sometimes too powerful and won't catch people."

"Really, I feel that President Feng's personal style directly affects the company's decent style of who works and who works, and I think it is good."

Feng Ye smiled. Why did he look at it? In the dim light, those deep beautiful eyes were particularly bright: "In fact, you should stay with my dad at the time, our personal relationship will not affect your Career, I ’m not such a small-belly man. ”

Why do you say seriously: "I never felt that you had a chicken belly, it was just ... hey, forget it, it's all over." Why poured Feng Ye wine, "Dry."

Some complicated thoughts flashed in Feng Ye's eyes, and the two of them sipped the wine in a glass.

Suddenly, why the phone rang, Song Juhan picked it up.

Feng Ye glanced at him, saying, "Song star."

"I'll answer the phone." Why came out of the box with the phone, "Hey, Juhan."

"Why, where are you?" Song Juhan's tone sounded gloomy.

"I'm with ... my colleague is outside." His background sound is very noisy and can't fool people.

"It won't be with Feng Ye."

"No." Why did he choose to lie almost without hesitation, and after uttering these two words, he sighed silently in his heart. How much can we change even if we do everything to retain such a sad relationship?

Song Juhan said, "Do you know where I am?"

"... Where?" Why the heart trembled, here is a bar street, one of the most famous circles in nightlife, did Song Juhan see him?

"I was in Dasheng Film Hotel and I met Ou Taining who filmed here."

Why is he stunned: "Oh, he ..."

Song Juhan's voice was biting his teeth. "Explain to me, why are you **** and Gu Qingpei alone going to gay?"

Why do I feel a headache: "Do you remember what happened downstairs in our company that day, he saw our relationship, I didn't expect him to be **** too, he just left the job, wanted to make friends, nothing else."

"Don't you know?"

"I didn't really know it before."

"Did he fancy you?" Song Juhan's tone was aggressive.

He was helpless and said, "No." He inexplicably remembered Zhuang Jieyu's face, "I'm not the type he likes. We have worked together for many years. If he wants to see me, he won't wait until now."

Song Juhan sarcastically said, "I find you can recruit people."

Why he felt indescribably tired, he said in a deep voice: "Ju Han, you think too much."

"It's better I think more." Song Juhan's voice was cold. "You're a bit conscious, a little farther away from those messy guys."

"……I know."

The next second, a busy tone came from the phone.

Why look at the name on the caller ID, I haven't looked back for a long time.

He was almost thirty, and he was taught like a child with his ears closed, and he chose to bear it. If like is to make people humble and desperate, what is the point of like?

I'm afraid this question will not be answered for so long.

Back in the box, Feng Yi saw that his mood was not right: "What's wrong, won't we quarrel?"

"No." Why shook the glass, "Come on, drink."

Feng Yan took a deep look at him and cried with him.

I didn't know it was too many people that day, and I drank too much, or why I was drunk intentionally. In short, when he left the bar, he was taken by Feng Ye and the driver.

Why hasn't the film been broken, but the brain is cyanotic, the vision is blurred, the steps are floating, and the articulate is a little unclear: "Feng Ye, please call me ... on behalf of the driver."

"For the driver, I'll let the driver take you home."

"Then I ... the car ..."

"I'll have you sent home."

"Hmm ..." Why nodded, feeling that his head was about to shake off, and the body couldn't stop falling.

He put it into the car, and Feng Ye himself got into it. Although he was thinner, he was also over 70 kilograms, and he drank a lot of himself, his legs were a little soft, and he was only a short distance away. Tired him out of sweat.

Why do you lean on the door with a gap in your eyes and look at Feng Ye: "I didn't expect ... your kid hid a hand."

Feng Yan shook his head and wanted to get rid of a little drunkenness: "What am I hiding?"

"You can drink it better than me ..." Why do you use your head to slam the door? He feels dizzy.

Feng Ye looked at why he was so drunk, but a serious man in this weekday was showing a rare sense of style. Feng Ye's heart moved and dragged people over: "There will be bumps in a while."

The car just turned a corner, so why the center of gravity crooked into Feng Ye's arms.

Feng Yan's breathing was stagnant, and she looked down at why, her eyes burning.

Why was he struggling to get up? Feng Xun straightened his body and pinched the broken hair on his forehead. He stared at the face carefully. His once-smooth face was now a bit mature. When he was younger, he looked much better. Feng Ye felt some uncontrollable emotions in his chest. He said quietly, "Before Song Juhan didn't show up, I always thought you were very smart."

Why can't I digest this sentence: "I'm ... smart."

Feng Ye's brain was hot, and he couldn't help but touch his cheek, his breath filled with unwillingness: "He is so good to you, what do you like about him? Am I not good? How can I not compare to him?"

Why frowned, he realized that it wasn't right. He wanted to stay away from Feng Ye, but his body couldn't move: "Feng Ye, I'm drunk ... you're drunk too."

"I'm sober, but you're really drunk. You've been drunk for six years and haven't woke up now."

"Feng Ye ..."

Feng Ye approached why, he knew that something should not be said, but he couldn't control himself: "Do you remember our kiss? I have always regretted it, I could n’t kiss you once, and I regret it too, If I didn't leave then, if I stayed, wouldn't you become what it is now and become so ... cheap. "

"Feng ..."

There was a faint flash of light on Feng Ye's face, he pinched his chin and blocked the lip roughly.

Why is the brain blank, even forgetting to resist.

Feng Ye sucked hard --- kissing the lip that had been thinking about him for a long time, why he was so breathless that he kissed him instinctively, but pushed Feng Ye instinctively, but Feng Ye grabbed his hand and pressed it behind his back.

When Feng Ye let go of He Ye, he had hypoxia in his brain, and his body was faint. He looked at Feng Ye, panting, and said, "Feng Ye ... you are trying to die ..."

Feng Ye smiled and smiled drunkenly: "Yes, I'm looking for death, aren't you looking for death? You know why Song Juhan was looking for you ... haha, hahahaha, why are you trying to die?"

Why did he raise his fist to hit Feng Yan, but his body was planted in the seat again as the car turned, he was in a state of drowsiness, his eyelids weighed more than a thousand dollars, and he didn't even want to move a finger. He almost fell asleep in an instant.

Why did he wake up the next day with a split headache and a twirling sky. He had never regretted drinking so much. After all, the concussion trauma hadn't fully recovered, and the wine drunk him completely.

He rolled over and looked at the chandelier above his head with sour eyes, remembering how he got home yesterday.

Seems to have been sent by Feng Ye?

Feng Ye ...

Why did some strange pictures and dialogues emerge in his mind? He remembered that he and Feng Ye seemed to be kissing ...

Why is the alarm bell in your head? Did he get confused by drinking, or was he really?

He turned around and got out of bed with a headache, and pulled out his cell phone from a pile of stinky clothes, and wanted to call Feng Ye immediately for verification. But looking at the name on the screen, he hesitated.

If it is true, how awkward it is, and if it is his hallucination, it is even more awkward. But without verification, I am afraid he will always be restless. He gritted his teeth, but still passed.

The phone rang for a long time before being connected, and Feng Hu's hoarse voice came: "Hey?"

"Feng Ye, are you drunk too?"

"Yeah, a headache and a bad throat, how about you?"

"Me too ..." Why was the doubt more serious? "Well, you brought me back yesterday?"

"My driver sent it, and then he drove your car to your neighborhood."

"He worked hard, thank me for helping me."

"It's okay, you're welcome."

"That ... Yesterday, I have no tense."

Feng Ye smiled: "I don't even remember losing myself. How can I remember you? Don't worry, let's be ashamed."

Why I heard it, I do n’t know if I should rest assured, but obviously I ca n’t ask anything. Although he thinks that even if he is confused, he should not dream about kissing Feng Feng, but even if it ’s true, Feng Yan If he didn't admit it, he couldn't confirm it.

It was just that he was more wary of Feng Yue.

In fact, he didn't think about finding a person who knows the cold and the heat, and supports him to spend the rest of his life. Maybe that way, he can come out of the shadow of Song Juhan, but no one should be Feng Ye because he knows It's impossible for himself to forget Song Juhan. All his love and enthusiasm have been consumed by a person. He cares about Feng Ye, so he can't use his broken feelings to perfunctory. 2k novel reading network