Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

This woman is really annoying.

But, annoying, he still can't tell her not to continue annoying.

She cried until her heart was broken.

No wonder everyone says a woman's tears are the most powerful weapon in the world!

He scratched his hair, and ran out to smoke alone, surrounded by smoke, he didn't know what he was thinking in his mind, and her crying was always in his ears, like the voice of a devil.

"Why are you smoking here alone?"

Walking in the silent corridor came a bright and attractive man who also smelled of alcohol. Fu Hong drank a little too much, so he came up to open a room to rest for a while.

"Light me a cigarette."

Fu Hong walked to his side and leaned against the wall. Chang Mian immediately took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for him. Both of them leaned against the wall, just like when they were children.

It was the first time to smoke. The two of them climbed over the wall and came to the back door of the school. They didn't know what happened that day, but it was very annoying. They just bought a pack of cigarettes.

Because it's the first time.

Choking to death!

It's still fresh in my memory.

"Prince, why do you think women are so troublesome?" Chang Mian looked at Fu Hong, who was alone, upset, "You are wise. If you don't have any peach blossoms around you, you won't have troubles. If you knew, I don't want women."

"Who said I didn't?" Fu Hong lightly exhaled a smoke ring and smiled wryly.

Chang Mian asked in surprise, "You have it too?" Why didn't he know, no wonder he kept it in secret just like him?

Fu Hong's face could not be seen clearly in the smog, only his extremely lonely voice could be heard, maybe he really drank too much, and his usual restraint disappeared.

The voice next to his ear seemed to be choked with sobs.

For a long time, he didn't think it was real. For a moment, he felt that Fu Hong seemed to be crying. Maybe it was his own hallucination. How can a man cry, let alone a prince.

"Yes, I don't know where she is? I lost her."

"Then go find it."

"I've been looking for it." Fu Hong took another puff of his cigarette, and his face, really, was tear-stained, and only he knew the feeling of heartache: "But I can't find her, I can't find her, no idea where it is."

"Do you want me to help you find it?"

In the next second, Fu Hong was already walking, staggering towards his guest room, "No, mind your own business."

Chang Mian followed, helped Fu Hong find the guest room, opened the door, and then turned back.

When he returned to Changshang's guest room, the woman had fallen asleep completely, but she smelled of alcohol, not to mention how unpleasant it was.

Chang Mian helplessly carried her to the bathroom, undressed her and washed her, then threw her on the bed again. He still felt annoyed, so he sat next to her and smoked quietly by himself.

The receiver on the suit rang again. He shrugged off all the entertainment and just turned off the receiver. He also turned off his cell phone. He walked to the window and looked at the bright night sky. He thought quietly all night.

Chang Mian rubbed her temples heavily with her hands.

In the end, he lay down on the chair and fell asleep unknowingly, until the next morning when he heard noises in the room, he was a light sleeper and opened his eyes immediately.

"My head hurts..." the woman on the bed muttered, Chang Mian was still sleepy, opened her eyes slightly, and continued to sleep against the back of the chair.

For a moment, there were noises in the room, footsteps, and an extra blanket on his body, and then there was the sound of water running in the bathroom.