Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1811 Duplicity (32)

"...Probably not..."

Dong Yu looked like he was hiding bad water.

"I think Ms. Yun is pretty good, and she has no airs. She shouldn't be so narrow-minded."

"..." The manager was afraid that he would really do something irreversible, so he dragged him away immediately.

"Don't even think about it! Let me go!"

"...Ehhhh—don't drag me!"

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It was already night when Jiang Wen saw the news.

Last night he drank and drank almost all night.

At dawn, I was so drunk that I fell to the ground, facing the air conditioner, and was blown by the cold wind for another day.

So when he woke up again, he couldn't even stand up.

The whole body was blown cold by the air conditioner, and the sequelae of being drunk all night made his head hurt so much that he couldn't speak.

The whole person stumbled, leaning on the wall, and walked to the toilet.

Vomiting, vomiting acid water non-stop until the stomach was twisted and hurt.

It hurts badly.

Under the reflection of the mirror, the tall, thin man in the picture has stubble on his face and bloodshot eyes.

Decadence, excessive self-loathing.

Like a walking corpse that has lost its soul, it has no strength and no energy.

Sitting there sluggishly, his eyes were straightened, staring at an unknown place in a daze.

It's like being stupid.

At this time, the villa was very dark.

It was night again, and he was still alone here.

In an empty space, he was still the only one.

There was no light in the toilet, and it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

Quietly, only the unclosed faucet was dripping with water.

"Tick-tick-tick-tick-"

The sound is very small, but it is infinitely amplified in such an overly quiet space.

Zoom in, zoom in again.

Really annoying.

The man who smelled strongly of alcohol kicked his foot, and the bathroom door made a "bang—" sound.

It feels like the glass on the door is about to be shattered.

Outside, on the soft carpet, there were empty wine bottles lying here and there.

The air is full of the choking smell of alcohol, which lingers for a long time in such an airtight environment.

Gives a strong feeling of depression.

It's even hard to breathe.

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After an unknown amount of time, the bathroom door opened.

Inside, a man who simply took a cold shower came out barefooted.

He didn't even wipe his wet hair, and just wrapped a bath towel around his body.

Just like that, the air conditioner was still blowing, and he fell sideways by the bed.

Coughing, coughing.

He coughed so much that the blood in his lungs was about to be coughed up, and his whole body was cold.

He fell over there, tossing himself without any scruples.

It seemed that he didn't want his own life at all.

Dark room, silent night.

Just curled up like this, leaning against the bed.

My head exploded in pain, and my nose seemed to be stuffed with glue. I couldn't breathe well, and I couldn't breathe.

The figure huddled there moved a little.

He was cold, but he still sat slumped as if he couldn't feel the trembling in his body.

Gasping, throat dry and sore.

Still doing nothing, full of decadence.

Shrunk there, his mind was dazed, as if in a daze.

I don't know what I was thinking.

His mobile phone was thrown aside, and there was a faint light, showing that there was a new message.

It took an unknown amount of time for the person huddled beside the bed legs to finally pay attention.

Still motionless, still like a walking dead, no response.

(End of this chapter)