Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

Having said that, he and Jiang Shiyu went to the infield.

Qi Aozhi just felt dizzy. It turned out to be so. He gathered all his love and strength just for her, but her attitude changed dramatically in a few seconds. Shiyu, what kind of woman is she and what does she want?

Can't she see his deep affection for her? Is she going to stick to her unhappy marriage?

Qi ao step by step into the infield. The house was full of noise and excitement, singing and dancing. When the dance music starts, everyone walks gracefully with their partners in the music, and the one who is surrounded by everyone is the biggest focus of the whole audience. Mr. Meng is taking his beautiful wife and skilfully dancing the beautiful waltz.

Qi Aozhi clearly saw that Jiang Shiyu had a noble and sweet smile on her face, and the corner of her eyes was shining. Her slender arms hung on Meng Yuqi's neck, announcing her happiness to the whole audience.

Qi Aozhi's body was dizzy for a moment, and his tall and straight body was shaking fiercely. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was so superfluous here.

He walked slowly step by step to the door, the whole audience were intoxicated in the beauty of clothes, singing and dancing, no one noticed that he left quietly.

Finally, he walked out of the courtyard. Looking back at the black bricks and tiles, his lips curved, like self mockery, like ridicule, more of a deep loneliness and loneliness.

He got into the car and started the engine quickly. At this moment, he just wants to leave here a second earlier.

The car was running wildly on the road late at night. He drove at full power and broke through many red lights. He just felt that in the excitement of such racing, he could think less about other things.

Finally, the car stopped in front of a bar. He got out of the car and quickly walked into the bar. At this moment, he needs alcohol to anesthetize himself. It's better to forget everything and think nothing, then there will be no pain.

He found a corner seat and asked for a bottle of the strongest whisky. When the wine came up, he didn't use the glass. He just took the bottle and poured it into his mouth. For a long time, he hadn't had such a good time. The hot and bitter wine went down from his throat to the viscera, which burned his heart and hurt every inch of his skin. He felt a hearty pleasure.

Soon, a bottle of wine was drunk, and he asked for the second bottle, the third bottle... During the call, he did not answer. He didn't remember how much he had drunk, but he vaguely remembered that someone came to remind him. Now it's time for proofing, and he didn't pay attention to it. Didn't he say that a drunk can solve thousands of worries? What he needs most now is to get drunk and forget everything.

Xu Jia received a phone call. When she came to the bar, the whole bar was basically empty. Only the distressing man fell on the table. In front of his table, there were empty wine bottles. God, how much wine did he drink? He was so drunk.

She walked over and pushed the man's shoulder with her hand. Her voice trembled with worry: "elder brother Qi, how much wine did you drink? Why do you torture yourself like this? What's the matter with you? "