Clinging President – My Girl, I Want You

She tried her best to call Wen Youqian, but no one answered.

She texted again.

[Wen Youqian, answer the phone. Don't leave me. ]

[where are you going, you can't go to the bar, you can't do anything to hurt yourself. ]

[I'm worried about you. Can't you leave me alone? ]

at the moment, Wen Youqian is driving.

The car was fast, speeding on the deserted road.

The phone kept ringing, but he didn't answer.

In the end, Alice seems to give up and her mobile phone is calm.

The window shakes down, and the spring breeze comes in wantonly, which makes my cheek ache.

His eyes were red with pain, and he was about to be overwhelmed by the pain.

The car drove into the open field and knocked down a small slope with a bang.

He hurled his body out and smashed it back because of the safety belt.

He was a little embarrassed.

He hit the steering wheel with a blow.

He didn't know how to keep calm in front of the public, to show mature and stable in front of her, and to resist everything.

Only he knew that there was a beast in his body. He was roaring and struggling, looking for opportunities to devour himself.

Women can release their emotions through tears and quarrels.

But men

He can't say a lot of words, and it's hard to express his feelings.

He's human, too. He's going to be tortured crazy!

"Ah --"

he cried out in pain.

Just then, his cell phone rings, the call is a strange number.

He didn't frown.

The phone didn't ring for long before it hung up, and then another text message popped up.

I know you are in pain. Don't you want to solve this? In this case, it doesn't have to be that you quit. Kettering can solve the crisis. ]

Wen Youqian glanced at the line and frowned fiercely.

He picked up his cell phone and read it carefully.

Who, tell him that.

What solution do you have? ]

[come to the blue club bar at 6 p.m., and I'll give you the answer. ]

he couldn't help calling in the past, but this time there was no answer, and he was still actively calling himself.

Wen Youqian came to the bar at six o'clock in the evening.

This is obviously a place where the lower class people go in and out. The income is not high, so you can only come to this kind of chaotic bar.

It's full of lights, white, black, yellow People of different skin colors mingle here. It's like a big promiscuous party.

I'm here to drink, to have fun, to seek comfort from the body. As for the soul, who cares.

Therefore, no matter whether you are tall, fat or thin, good-looking or not, you can find physical happiness here.

As soon as he came in, he frowned fiercely, and he didn't like the dirty environment.

Finally, he found a place where no one was there, sat down and texted the strange number.

I've arrived. What about you? ]

SMS is like a drowning stone and no one responds.

He felt that he was crazy, and a self mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He wanted another result. He wanted to be crazy, so he just wanted to have a result with Alice with one or two messages.

At this moment, I'm afraid God can't save him.

He may be fated to die alone.

He got up and was about to leave, but he didn't want to see a man in a duck cap and a black windbreaker, wrapping himself up.

"Wen Youqian, you are here."

When Wen Youqian heard the voice, his face showed an unbelievable look.

The sound He can't have heard it wrong.

Is it him?