Xiao has been thinking about it for a long time

Chapter 217 Do You Want To Go
She suddenly felt guilty.

"I don't know what that girl is thinking, she's going to die of drunkenness, she's knocked out and sent to the hospital... Probably her brain is sick!"

Originally, it was just an explanation, but at the end she couldn't help scolding that woman, she was really a little angry.

Fu Ran hummed, "Is this what makes you so angry?"

She paused and stopped talking.

Fu Ran didn't seem to be obsessed with hearing the answer, and asked again: "Did she scold you?"

"Hmm." She bit the corner of her mouth and squeezed out a word from her throat.

"She scolded you because you didn't agree to help?"

She rolled her eyes angrily, "What am I going to do? I met my ex-boyfriend in the middle of the night and sent him to the hospital for gastric lavage after all the hard work. Do you want to be an affectionate and kind person?"

What's more, if she agrees, where will she leave him?

Thinking of this, Ye Mian glanced at him again, her eyes lingering on his wet hair for a moment, she frowned, "Why don't you dry your hair?"

Fu Ran scratched without saying a word, "It's okay."

"Why doesn't it matter? You are just relying on your youth now, and you will know how much you regret it when you turn 25."

She stared at him in disgust, beckoned him to hand her the towel, and then commanded: "Get the hair dryer."

Fu Ran froze for a moment, the words he wanted to ask stopped in his throat.He blinked slowly twice, turned his feet, and obediently went to get the hair dryer.

Usually, he felt that her motherly behavior from time to time was very distressing, but at this time, he felt that it couldn't be better.

It would be nice to keep all her attention on him like this.

The hair dryer was plugged in, Fu Ran pulled the chair and sat at the end of the bed, Ye Mian changed from cross-legged to kneeling and sat at the end of the bed, turned on the hair dryer, ran his fingers through the black hair, and fiddled with his hair one by one. It's blowing.

Inexplicably, the annoyance and anger just now calmed down in this noisy voice and in this simple movement.The expression of impatience also became calm, his brows and eyes softened, and he patiently and carefully flipped through his hair, occasionally touching his forehead or ears with his fingers, he would jump for joy.

Fu Ran's hair is very black, like his pupils, pitch-black, and her forehead hair is a little long. She deliberately blow-dried it to eight parts dry, so that it drooped limply on her forehead.This kind of Fu Ran will appear softer and more in line with his identity as a junior.

With a slight snap, the blower was turned off, and she finally snorted his hair, feeling as happy as having completed a huge project.

"All right."

Fu Ran turned around naturally, and took the hair dryer from her hand.

His forehead hair was really soft, and his whole body was milked a little.

"In the future, you must remember to dry your hair after washing, especially in winter, and especially at night." After admiring the milky flowers, she educated him earnestly.

Fu Ran didn't nod or shake his head, he just tilted his head to look at her and asked, "Are you bragging for me?"

"If I come."

"Then I'll wait until you come and let you blow."

It means forget it at other times, don't expect him to perform it seriously.

Ye Mian choked for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Fu Ran had already lowered his head, pulled out the plug, and rolled up the hair dryer bit by bit. Halfway through, he suddenly asked, "Do you want to see him?"

She froze for a moment and looked up at him.

This is self-evident, needless to say clearly.

After two seconds, she shook her head.

"Do not want to."

"Why?" He was still reeling the thread, without raising his head, as if he was really asking a random question.

But her eyes moved to him, she hesitated to speak, looked at it for a while, and then said: "Because it doesn't matter anymore. He is him, I am me, and I have a boyfriend."

The cord of the hair dryer was finally wound up. Fu Ran stood up and put it on the table.There was nothing to hold the thread in place, and it immediately became a mess again.But he lost the interest to roll it up little by little, and he didn't care about it. He turned around and stood at the end of the bed, looking down at the kneeling person.

"Did you tell that over the phone too?" he asked.

Ye Mian nodded, looking up at his flickering eyes.

He seemed to be in a better mood, and the corners of his mouth, which had been straight since just now, were now slightly curved, but he still asked the pressing questions.

"Then aren't you worried that something really happened to him?"

She replied: "I don't have the right to worry, and it's not my turn to worry. If there is an accident, there will be a hospital, and if there is no accident, there will be friends. I have no role at all."

He continued to ask without changing his face, "The hospital and friends are only on the surface, and it will be the biggest effect if you go."

Ye Mian was a little speechless, she frowned and looked at him strangely: "So you very much hope that I will go there to save the life of a young man who lost his footing in the middle of the night?"

Fu Ran closed his mouth, with an innocent expression, "I didn't."

He just wanted to make sure that what she said was consistent with what she really thought, and that the agreement satisfied him.

Ye Mian gave him a white look.

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower."

Fu Ran stepped aside, "I've already taken the pajamas for you."

"..." What kind of pajamas are those? !
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There are already a dozen wine bottles on the glass table in front of the booth, staggered here and there, and the snacks they gave were scattered on the table, the floor, and the leather booth.

In the toilet that comes with the private room, the sound of vomiting kept coming out, and the sound became weak at the end of the vomiting.

Then there was a sound of flushing water, and the toilet door was opened, and a tall and tall man walked out, his steps were a little sloppy, his head was drooping, his hair drooped, covering half of his eyes.

The dim scene lights that were supposed to create the atmosphere were turned off, and the incandescent lights were turned on in the private room, which was a bit dazzling.

The person who just walked out subconsciously tilted his head, squinted his eyes with difficulty, and took a while to get used to the dazzling light, and then walked towards the booth along the unstable light.

As soon as he sat down, he reached for the bottle again.

There was another person sitting on the booth, who had been watching him without moving. Now seeing him go to get the wine bottle again, he rushed over viciously and threw the rest of the wine on the ground.

"You can't drink Jiang Zhi!"

He has been a three-good student since he was a child, and he has never touched so much alcohol. He became dizzy after drinking too much, and he has already vomited in the toilet several times.This time when it came out, the lip color was already white.

Jiang Zhi pursed his lips tightly and didn't say a word, but he stubbornly went to grab the wine on the ground.

"Jiang Zhi!" The girl's voice broke down, and there was a crying sound in her cry, "Are you really going to drink to death here?! She doesn't care about your life at all, no matter how much you drink, you will toss yourself into the hospital She won't even come to see you!"

The corners of Jiang Zhi's mouth were tightened, his cheeks were clenched, and his face was ugly.

"Why did you call her? I said, it's none of her business."

"What do you mean it's none of her business?! You just read her Weibo! You're drunk and still calling her by her name while holding a wine bottle. That's none of her business?! Jiang Zhi, deceiving yourself You can only hide it from yourself, but you can't hide it from others!"

　Author: I wrote it so that I felt a fire in my heart, but I couldn't swear, and it was uncomfortable to have it stuck in my throat.

　　Forget it, the fairy can't be angry, or she will get wrinkles (patted her face with her orchid fingers)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)