Dear, Love Me Deeply

Out of the Shen family, Shen Feiteng's heart is broken.

Can't contact Shen Yiqing, lengshao he dare not contact, even if he contact lengshao, but he can't because of sun Minru things to speak.

Walking to the bar, Shen Feiteng resolutely chose to get drunk to anesthetize himself.

In the bar, with all the lights on, Shen Feiteng went straight to the bar along the passageway. No matter how the women around him winked at him, he never looked back.

"Alone?" Just after two glasses of beer, a sound of Cui Lang came from behind. Looking back, it was a woman with a sad face.

The woman was about twenty-five years old, dressed as a white-collar. She should have just come out of the company.

Shawl's long hair is very supple, there is a kind of impulse to let people reach out to caress.

And her eyes, there is a trace of swelling, looks like she just cried.

"Well." Nodded, Shen Feiteng did not take the initiative to invite the woman to sit down, in this extraordinary period, he can not want to get into any mess.

The woman saw Shen Feiteng nodding, then she turned the stool and sat down.

Different from what Shen Feiteng thought, the woman seemed to come only for a position, not for him.

Because after sitting down, the woman had been drinking alone and never spoke again.

Wine slipped through the esophagus into the stomach, with a trace of anesthesia filled with the brain, which let his heart have a little relief.

But eyes, but like a fan like, from time to time toward the direction of the woman looked.

How much wine is this woman going to drink?

Watching the bartender pass the third whisky to the woman, Shen Feiteng subconsciously put out his hand to stop him. "Drinking too much will hurt you."

With that, Shen Feiteng asked the bartender for a glass of lemonade.

"Hurt?" The woman snorted coldly, but her face didn't turn around. "Her heart has been hurt, and what's the use of her body?"

With that, he took out two pieces from his bag and pressed them under the cup. Then he turned around and left the bar and went out with a staggering step.

Shaking his head, Shen turned and continued to drink beer.

It's just that the next beer is so bitter.

"Dry!" As soon as he put down his glass, Shen Feiteng rushed out.

It's just the crowd surging on the dance floor, and there's no white-collar woman.

Push aside the obstacles in front of the chaos, Shen Feiteng decadent toward a step back.

Can't you find her?

"Let go of me!" Not far away, suddenly a female voice came out. It sounded like the voice of the woman just now.

Shen Feiteng looks for a sound and goes. As expected, he finds a white-collar woman surrounded by several men in the bathroom.

Quickly walk past, Shen Feiteng a drag over that faltering body, the next moment people have glared at those men.

"Who are you?" The first man seemed to be sure of the white-collar women. At this time, when he saw that someone was doing something bad for him, he naturally looked ugly.

Shen Feiteng has always been in the underworld. He didn't expect that someone would be disrespectful to him in a small bar.

As soon as his eyebrows were raised, Shen Feiteng had already given his name.

"What

"Are you Shen Feiteng?"

"Damn it, what bad luck."

Finish saying, a few men then turn round a nest peak of scatter to go out, leave that white-collar female footstep unsteady lean on Shen Feiteng body.

"I want a drink, give me a drink!" The woman seemed to have been unable to bear the power of the body, and her blurred eyes were full of weeping sadness.

Shen Feiteng's heart trembled, and he was curious about this woman.

"I'll take you to drink." With that, Shen Feiteng helped the white-collar woman to walk outside the bar.

Suddenly, the quiet world made the woman question for a moment. She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Shen Feiteng with a puzzled face. "Isn't she drinking in a bar?"

"It's too noisy in the bar. I'll show you another place." With that, Shen Feiteng helped the white-collar girl out.

Said is to help, Shen Feiteng's hand has always just stayed in the white-collar woman's shoulder position, but no half silk slide.

Until it is confirmed that Shen Yiqing's fever has subsided, Leng Qingyuan takes down the towel on her forehead.

Leaning on the balcony guardrail, Leng Qingyuan laughs at himself. When did he even take care of patients?

The smoke ring spread in the air and was soon dispersed by the wind and buried in the snow sea.

Looking into the distance, it is the direction of a city.

There, maybe it was quiet before the rainstorm.

As for the Shen family, whether they can withstand the rainstorm is not something he can manage.

The next day, when Shen Yiqing opened her eyes, there was no Leng Qingyuan around her.Struggling to rub her eyes, her eyes swept over the bedside table. Then she saw the ginger tea and towel lying in disorder.

What happened last night?

She shook her head, but her memory never came back.