Chapter 13 The ancients often said that there are only three things that can happen

Chapter 13

Wen Ciyi didn't wait for Xu Simian's reply until early the next morning. She got up and got out of bed, planning to put on light makeup and go to work.

Xu Nian sent her a message saying that she would stay at a relative's house for a few days, so Wen Ciyi thought about making breakfast by herself, trying some slices of toast and spreading ketchup on it, but she could barely make it.

While waiting for the toast to be cooked, Wen Ciyi tapped her cell phone: Junior, have you gotten up?

Xu Simian: Get up.

He didn't mention anything about what they talked about last night. Wen Ciyi asked: Have you had breakfast?

Xu Simian: Eat it.

Wen Ciyi was surprised, it was only six o'clock. She took out the toast and replied: Junior, can you still eat it?

Xu Simian:?

Wen Ciyi: How about coming to my senior’s home and helping her share some of her burdens?

Almost as soon as this message was sent, there was an immediate reply: No, senior sister.

Alas, Wen Ciyi shook her head and thought for a while, then she clicked on the screen and said: Junior brother, take a few steps to the balcony and look down. You can see a pot of cactus I raised.

Xu Simian sent a picture: What's wrong?

Wen Ciyi slowly squeezed the ketchup onto the toast, but pressed the voice button with one hand. A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she said slowly: "Every thorn on the cactus is like every rejection from my junior classmate."

, The prick hurts so much, senior sister.”

The clear voice echoed in the empty house. Xu Simian paused slowly and replied without much reaction: It's time for senior to go to work.

Wen Ciyi felt depressed in her heart: Why is this child so cold? She thought of a compromise: is the junior brother free after school? Can he come to pick up the senior sister from get off work?

She used "can it" instead of other statements. Xu Simian glanced at the key on the entrance table and agreed: "Yes."

This was considered a small step, and Wen Ciyi nodded with satisfaction. She picked through the car keys that were scattered in the cabinet in her bedroom, and finally chose a Porsche.

Wen Ciyi bought these on a whim.

But after Wen Ciyi joined the company, she never had time to send messages to Xu Simian because she was too busy.

This was so busy that it was almost nightfall before Wen Ciyi had time to stop for a drink of water and take a break. She had a drinking party to deal with today.

After another hour, Wen Ci sighed invisibly as he realized that he was going to be drunk by those cunning business circles.

It happened that Xu Simian sent a message: Senior sister, are you off work?

Wen Ciyi replied without batting an eyelid: I'm still working overtime. I'll get off work very late today, so I won't bother my junior to pick him up. I'll make it up to my junior later.

She couldn't let Xu Simian see her smelling of alcohol. It would ruin her image. In order to pursue her junior, she still had to save some face.

As soon as she finished typing this sentence and sent it out, her phone ran out of battery and automatically went black. Only then did Wen Ciyi belatedly remember that she had forgotten to charge her phone. She thought about taking He Hua with her, but then she suddenly remembered

He Hua asked for leave today. There are 365 days in a year, so he chose this day.

Wen Ciyi accepted her fate and sighed: God is going to kill her.

Thinking that time was almost up, Wen Ciyi calmed down, showed a formulaic smile, and prepared to go to the hotel for the appointment.

Xu Simian frowned slightly when he saw the message.

Weekend rushed up from behind and put his arm on his shoulder: "Let's go, brother, let's go eat."

"No," Xu Simian refused: "I have something else to do, you go ahead."

He said that he was about to walk in the opposite direction. He walked quickly and disappeared within a few steps.

Someone asked: "Brother Xu is leaving in such a hurry, is there something wrong?"

"Well," Zhou Zhou nodded affirmatively: "And I think this is not an ordinary thing."

"What's that?" the man asked curiously.

Weekend touched his non-existent beard and pretended to be serious: "It's a lifelong event."

The man: "..."

Wen Ci had a polite smile on her face, but she was pressing her stomach under the table, and her face was on the verge of turning pale.

The person sitting on her left couldn't bear to see her like this. While those people were arguing, he whispered: "Mr. Wen, are you okay?"

Wen Ciyi suppressed the pain and curled up the corner of his mouth and said, "It's okay, I can still resist."

This kind of large wine shop must be held four or five times a year. Logically speaking, Wen Ciyi should have been used to it, but her experience abroad made her unable to adapt.

The memory engraved deep in her mind amplified her weakness countless times, but she couldn't show it now. She couldn't show weakness in front of these people because this was the last drinking party.

It is of great significance.

Don't have the slightest bit of timidity.

She felt a dull pain in the back of her head, and the pain was densely packed with her nerves, twisting together.

The wine glass was raised and put down, then raised again, and then put down again. It seemed that there were almost 15 glasses. Wen Ci counted thoughtfully and kept the number at the same level as before. Then she used her strength to stand up and politely said to everyone: "Excuse me."

Now, let me go to the bathroom."

Wen Ciyi closed the door of the private room in the entrance hall, and the sound of discussions inside reached her eardrums one after another.

"Mr. Wen is still the same as before, hahahaha..."

"Damn it, this little girl doesn't have much energy. You forgot, she just returned to China and took up the position of CEO, and the people below her protested constantly, and some even resigned and changed jobs. Isn't it the same now?"

"She's too young. How can she have played with us? Even if she is sitting firmly now, it will only be thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi..."

"That's it, how long can a little girl sit still for a movie?"

"Hahahahahaha, that's right..."

How long can you sit still? Anyway, it's longer than you. Wen Ciyi squeezed her sweaty and numb palms. She was about to walk to the bathroom when she glanced at the end of her eyes and froze in place.

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Xu Simian stood not far away from her, with a stern face and a pair of cold eyes that looked directly at her, making her feel a little ashamed of being caught lying for no reason.

As soon as Xu Simian approached Wen Ciyi, he smelled the smell of alcohol. He said indifferently: "Didn't you say you work overtime in the company?"

"Well...we have a temporary banquet." Wen Ciyi replied cautiously. Due to the reason of lying, her tone was somewhat lacking in confidence.

Xu Simian frowned: "How much did you drink?"

Wen Ciyi was about to smile to warm up the scene, but suddenly there was a tingling sensation in the back of his head.

"Let's go to the hospital." Xu Simian turned around and said.

"Ah?" Wen Ciyi was stunned. After realizing it, he said quickly and decisively: "No, my wine party hasn't ended yet."

Xu Simian stopped and tilted his head, with an undeniable compulsion in his eyes: "I said, go to the hospital."

"Just this time, I can't leave." Wen Ciyi stood there without moving, with a rare seriousness in his tone.

After Xu Simian heard this, he chuckled. He took a step forward and his voice was as cold as a pool of cold water in a thousand-year-old ice cave: "It's up to you."

Exactly the same as before.

Mechanically repeating the previous process of raising the glass and serving the wine, Wen Ciyi's throat had long since lost all feeling. It was burning at the beginning, then gradually subsided, and finally became numb.

The box door opened and closed, and the crowd of people all made excuses to run away. In the end, only Wen Ciyi was left. Her face was as white as thick snow, and her stomach was churning with discomfort, but she was not drunk.

Instead, he was always sober, watching himself receive the drink, watching himself being drunk, and finally watching himself become completely rigid.

But for her, this kind of commercial wine game was the last time. Wen Ciyi was a little lucky that she had worked hard to survive abroad.

She pressed her stomach to slow it down before standing up, but her eyes suddenly turned black. Wen Ci touched her fingertips in confusion before slowly opening her eyes.

The person who was kindly caring about Wen Ciyi at the wine shop saw Wen Ciyi holding his forehead as soon as he came in. He hesitated and asked, "Mr. Wen, how about I give you a ride?"

Wen Ciyi was startled by his sudden voice, and the man quickly said: "I forgot my clothes, come here to get them."

"Thank you. I can just go back by myself. I won't bother you anymore." Wen Ciyi said apologetically.

She just didn't want to trouble someone she didn't know well, and outside, she had already adapted to doing everything by herself.

Seeing that Wen Ciyi was insistent, the man didn't know what to say, so he just said, "Mr. Wen, be careful on the road."

"You too." Wen Ciyi said.

After he left, Wen Ciyi simply squatted on the ground. She moved her position, her thin shoulders drooped, and she curled up into a very small body against the wall.

Anyway, no one saw it, so she thought to herself that she could just stay a little longer. The pain in the back of her head came like a tide, and it was like a firework in her stomach, which made her unable to breathe.

It was like being repeatedly tortured in a fire, every bit of it connected to the stomach was repeatedly kneaded, pulled, and finally slowly torn into pieces, leaving the flesh and blood in disrepair.

Wen Ciyibaijie's forehead was covered with cold sweat due to two physical problems.

Wen Ciyi lowered his head, sweat beads sliding down the tip of his nose and hitting the ground, condensing into a small puddle.

After an unknown amount of time, a pair of white sneakers appeared in Wen Ciyi's sight.

She was dazed in pain, but she didn't forget to look up in confusion.

She met those cold and indifferent eyes.
To be continued...