These two words deeply hurt An Junxi's arrogant heart.
He rushed out of the small attic full of anger, and kicked down the wall in anger, not caring about his expensive shoes.
"Uh... it hurts so much..." As a result, his foot hurt, causing him to jump on the spot. An Junxi banged on his car angrily.
The pain in his hands and feet were not as painful as his heartache.
Why is it so, so uncomfortable?
An Junxi clutched her chest and sat in the car in defeat, unable to start the engine for a long time.
She didn't come down to find him.
According to her cold but strong personality, this is inevitable.
She doesn't care about An Junxi's life or death.
My heart suddenly hurt even more, as if I had angina pectoris.
Bang bang! An Junxi hit his left chest hard, then lit a cigarette with shaking hands and started the car.
That brother-in-law... seems to have become an officially recognized attitude.
The sky-high-priced sports car bumped up and down the bumpy Jichang Alley, but the owner in the car just puffed away in confusion.
The car quickly drove into the red lip.
"Good evening, Mr. An!" All the staff of Honglip Entertainment City in the lobby on the first floor saluted the boss together.
Mr. An was as cold as ever and went straight up to the VIP elevator without looking at anyone.
When Meng Xianglong found An Junxi in the bar, the boy was already seventy or eighty percent drunk, and he was alone and pouring wine into his stomach from cup to cup.
Patting him on the shoulder, Meng Xianglong sat on the seat next to him and gave the bartender a cool snap of his fingers, "Have a glass of whiskey without ice, just add an ounce of mineral water."
His mouth has been getting angry recently, and he had a toothache again today, and there seemed to be a few blisters in his mouth.
"Hey, man, why are you playing here alone? If your waiter on the first floor hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you were here. Hello, Junxijun, Junxijun? Did you hear me talking to you?
Yet?"
Meng Xianglong pushed the cool man again who was busy drinking.
His tie had been thrown to the ground, the three buttons on his shirt were torn open, his arrogant messy hair randomly covered his forehead, and the various rings on his fingers shone with a ghostly light.
"Jun Xijun, are you drunk? Gaga, this is the first time I realize that you also drink helplessly." Meng Xianglong smiled mischievously, not forgetting to wink at a passing European and American beauty.
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An Junxi then let out a wine belch and slowly turned to look at the young master beside him. His lips curled up in a miserable smile, and he smiled so tragically, "Brother Long, I'm sick..."
"Ah? What disease? It can't be a sexually transmitted disease, right? It shouldn't be. You always enjoy an extremely clean woman. The chance of this is very slim... Ah, Junxijun, it's not you who has ED, right? According to you
From my recent behavior in bed, I can come to the conclusion that Junxijun is ED!"
"Are you kidding me?" An Junxi glanced lazily at Meng Xianglong and went to drink again.
Meng Xianglong scratched his scalp and said to himself, "What? Apart from ED, I really can't think of any other disease for you. Your ancestors were so strict in choosing wives and were very particular about the physical condition of the heir's mother. I haven't heard of you.
What kind of hereditary disease does your ancestor have?"
"It hurts here..." An Junxi poked his chest with a finger. Meng Xianglong opened his eyes wide in surprise. Just when he was about to say the word "heart disease", An Junxi suddenly lay down on the bar.
She said in a very sad tone, "I'm such a failure, Brother Long, why can't she ever see a little bit of me in her eyes? I'm sad, my heart hurts, I feel uncomfortable..."
Hearing the sound of sniffling, Meng Xianglong looked at the extremely broad shoulders on the bar and said to himself, "Such a cold and heartless man will not cry."
My heart hurts? Because a 'she' will be sad... Isn't that the so-called love described by the poet? Can An Junxi, an arrogant and ruthless creature, also have love? Oh, don't joke with him.
The crotchless friendship between him and An Junxi for more than twenty years guarantees that the possibility is even slimmer than the existence of aliens!
He gently stroked An Junxi's hair. The strong hair made people feel the owner's strong personality. "Hey, brother, don't be sad. You will be better tomorrow, or find a beautiful girl."
If a woman diverts her attention, you won’t feel sad anymore.”
An Junxi slowly stood up and froze for a moment. He thought of that stubborn and quiet girl. He felt sour in his heart and drank the liquid in the cup in one gulp.
Why is it so sad?
"I want to duel with that boy..." His beautiful big eyes were full of determination.
"Wha, what? Duel? Did I hear you correctly?" Meng Xianglong almost spit out his drink. Why is An Junxi becoming more and more abnormal?
"Boy, don't be stupid. How could you, the dignified CEO of the An family, duel with some unknown brat? Wouldn't that make the whole world a laughing stock?"
"Duel! For the sake of love and dignity, defend everything with your life! Duel! I will fight that boy one-on-one!"
Meng Xianglong laughed wildly this time and pushed An Junxi's head hard, "Go away, you think you are Zorro, why are you fighting for love? People like us don't have love... passion
But it will happen from time to time in a certain hotbed... Oh, Jun Xijun, look at that chick over there, doesn't she taste good?"
Meng Xianglong whistled to the girls on the side table and waved his hands, "Baby, are you lonely? Come sit with me at my brother's place."
Several girls smiled coquettishly, twisted their waists and leaned against the bar, surrounding Meng Xianglong and An Junxi.
"Hmm, it smells so good. Let me smell your scent..." Meng Xianglong put his face into a girl's chest to make trouble.
But I heard An Junxi roar like a wild lion, "Get away! Bitch! Get out!"
Suddenly, the two girls who were clinging to him were thrown five meters away and smashed into pieces.
"I hate perfume!" An Junxi said coldly, then staggered out.
Jiang Xiaoqu never wears perfume, but there always seems to be a light, indescribable fragrance lingering on her body, a refreshing and gentle fragrance.
Meng Xianglong fell head first.
Damn, An Junxi is a tyrant. When did his taste change so quickly that women don’t even like perfume? Which woman from a famous family in this world doesn’t use perfume?
Meng Xianglong left a stack of money for the woman and hurriedly chased An Junxi, "Junxi Jun! Wait for me!"