Chen Wu: "I'm looking for someone."

"You... are the lady who answered the phone?"

She raised her eyebrows, looked at the person in front of her quietly for several glances, and nodded: "It's me."

"Thank God, you're finally here!"

The bar is not big and there is no private room. Chen Qian is really drunk. He can be as soft as mud on the ground when he lets go. There is really no way, so he can drag him into the utility room next to him where there is a bed to lie down.

"...I usually take naps there, and I often change the sheets and quilt covers, which are very clean." He quickly explained because Chen Wan had any objections.

"Thank you, please take me there."

"Okay, go here..."

Bypassing the bar, passing through the dance floor, walking to the bottom and turning right, finally stopping in front of a small door.

"It's just here, the door is not locked, you can go in by yourself. I'm the only one in the store. You have to go to the front to watch it, and it won't take too long."

"good."

The man quickly left, Shen Wu put on the door handle and pushed it gently.

The small space is clear at a glance, and you can no longer put anything except a single bed and a chair.

Chen Qian, the president of Tianshui Real Estate and Mingda Group, is lying on the bed at this moment. Because he is too narrow, his long legs can only be placed obliquely on the edge of the bed.

His eyes were closed and his cheeks were red.

The white shirt that was ironing when he went out was wrinkled on him at this time. The air was filled with the strong smell of alcohol and smoke, mixed with the originally damp and moldy smell of this room, and there was an indescribable depression and decadence.

Chen Hua walked over and kicked his tight calves on his muscles: "Get up."

The man grunted, and did not move.

"I'll let you get up!" Another kick, this time, it used seven-point force, and pointed high heels again. The man felt pain and his eyebrows suddenly tightened.

He pulled his legs away and wanted to turn over, but he never succeeded because the bed was too small.

Such a humble and stubborn and funny person, like a child who is wronged if he can't get his favorite toys.

Chen Fu was angry and funny, and his eyes were full of doubt.

Is he really drunk or fake?

You should know that Chen Qian in his previous life never allowed himself to get drunk no matter what kind of wine or dinner party he attended.

Even if others fall, he still maintains his rationality.

To the extreme, it has gone far beyond the scope of caution, and it is more like a... restraint.

After drinking so much wine, his body's instinctive reaction was to be drunk, fall, and nonsense. He wanted to do this, and his instinct also drove him to indulge, but his super self-control did not allow him to lose his composure in front of others.

After so many years, Chen Ma never saw him drunk.

Such people often have an extremely cold brain and an extremely cold heart.

Only in this way can one gain absolute control over one's own behavior, even if one is forced by one's own destruction, he will do whatever he wants.

Will such a humble person be drunk?

But then I thought about it, this life cannot be completely equated with the previous life. Besides, it is not like his style when I come to the bar to drink in broad daylight.

This behavior broke away from the definition framework of "Chen Qian" from the beginning, and it seems that there is nothing strange about "drunk".

Shen Wu walked to the edge of the bed, and the narrow space gave people an endless sense of cramping.

She looked at the "drunk ghost" in front of her from a high point and suddenly spoke-

"No matter whether you are really drunk or pretending to be drunk, this time, I will not be the case."

In the end, Chen Hua and the young man worked together to get Chen Qian into the taxi.

"Hu——" I sighed a long sigh, very tired.

Chen Wu: "Thank you."

The man waved his hand and sweated as if he was noted: "You're welcome."

Chen Wan handed him one hundred yuan.

"?"

"tip."

The young man was so amused and laughed: "No need, it's a simple task. Besides, have you seen any boss who charges tips? It's too much priced and cough cough..."

"boss?"

“I am the waiter, bartender, resident singer and owner of this bartender.”

“…”

I don't want it, and Chen Wan didn't force it.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when he returned to the hotel. Chen Hua directly asked the two security guards to carry him in, and left one of them to help him change his clothes.

He twisted a hot towel, Shen Wu sent the Buddha to the West, and wiped his face clean.

Then pull the quilt and cover it, and leave.

The next second, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist. She turned around and saw the man's eyes closed, drunk and unconscious, but he firmly held her wrist and muttered: "Don't leave..."

Chen Hua's eyes remained unchanged, and he pulled his wrist away from his palm bit by bit. During the process, the man seemed to notice it and his strength tightened.

The woman was unmoved, he tried hard, and she tried hard, and finally broke free from the constraints.

She stood beside the bed, looking at the man on the bed with complicated eyes. Suddenly, her eyes were fixed, and she saw a drop of crystal clearness slowly falling from the man's closed left eye, sank into her hair along her temples and disappearing.

The lips were stammering, but they could not make a sound, but they could vaguely tell the shape of the mouth—

What he said was: Don't leave...

Chen Wu: "When you sober up, you won't say that."

Click!

Press the switch, and the room became darker, and she pulled the curtains before leaving.

Soon, the sound of closing the door came.

In the darkness, the man's eyes were still closed. At this time, the wine dissipated, the flush on his cheeks gradually faded, and he was replaced by two bleak pale lips.

I've had a sleep and I've forgotten everything...

Chen Hua returned to her room and found that Chen Qian's cell phone was still in her bag.

The lock screen pattern is built on the phone factory, and there is no unlocking password. The page is clean. Except for the built-in app, the rest is all office software.

The finger accidentally touched the "call record" in the lower right corner, and the page jumped out, and the one at the front was-

The sage.

Look at the brackets at the end...32!

When did Chen Qian call her thirty-two calls?

Chen Wan was a little confused.

Take out your phone, and there is no reminder of missing calls.

But the bright 32 is not an illusion, so there is only one possibility-

Chen Qian dialed her number, but before the beeping sound appeared before it was connected, he quickly hung up.

Thirty-two!

What the hell is he thinking?

Chen Hua felt that he didn't seem to know him anymore. No matter in his previous life or this life, hesitation might still appear on Shen Qian's face, but hesitation has never been entangled.

He is cautious and steady, but not indecisive.

Chen Fu frowned, she didn't like this feeling.

I don't like it very much!

...

Chen Qian slept until seven o'clock in the evening. When he sat up, his head hurt a little, but at least he was awake.

He reached out to grab the bedside table on the left, but did not touch the phone.

In a blink of an eye, I saw it on the bedside table on the right and was slightly stunned.

When he was a child, he was a left-handed man. Although he corrected it later, some of his little habits remained unchanged. For example, he liked to put small things that were worthy of hand, tie clips, etc. on the left bedside table.

So, this must not be what he lets go.

Even if you get drunk, your subconscious habits will not change.

That's only...

Shen Wu!
To be continued...