On the day of the blind date, I had a flash marriage with CEO Qianyi

Lin Lang believed that Jiang Kuo retreated and stayed with her because Shen Qingran died.

"Jiang Kuo, I don't like you, can't you see it? I was kind to you and took care of you before, but I was only hurt because you were saving me.

Now that your injury is healed, everyone can return to their own lives, but you pester me every day and make it difficult for me.

I thought you would understand what I meant without replying to your message, but you insisted on coming over and kept asking questions, making everyone very embarrassed. "

Lin Lang reluctantly refused.

She turned her gaze away, not daring to look at Jiang Kuo's expression at the moment.

She originally thought that if she cruelly pushed Jiang Kuo away, she would feel relaxed and happy, but the reality was not the same.

When she said those words that were against her will, her heart ached as if it were being eaten by thousands of ants.

It turns out that this is how it feels to push away someone you like very much.

She raised her head, tried hard not to let tears fall, and said her decisive words cruelly.

"Don't come to me again."

Jiang Kuo's eyes were slightly red, and the tears he was holding back reflected the tiny light in his eyes, and he spoke with difficulty:

"Do you really think so?"

Lin Lang took a deep breath. The long-term pain was not as good as the short-term pain.

She nodded vigorously.

A self-deprecating smile appeared in Jiang Kuo's heart. It turned out that she had always thought this way.

He thought they were in love, but now it seems that it was just his own fault.

He clenched his fingers into a fist and suppressed the reluctance in his heart.

"Okay, I understand, I won't bother you again."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left without any hesitation.

Lin Lang also turned around hurriedly when he left.

Because she was afraid that if she was one second later, she would cry in front of him.

Lin Lang didn't dare to turn around until the elevator door closed. Jiang Kuo's figure had completely disappeared.

Lin Lang burst into tears and burst into tears.

He covered his heart, feeling so painful that he couldn't breathe.

It hurt so much, as if someone was ripping open her heart, adding salt and lemon inside, it was painful and sour.

Lin heard that Lin Lang hadn't returned to the living room for a long time.

I walked over with doubts and saw her leaning against the door frame, sobbing while covering her heart.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

She looked at the empty door and saw the expression on Lin Lang's face, so she got a rough idea.

"Jiang Kuo came here just now?"

Lin Lang nodded, his voice choked with sobs:

"I pushed him away. Listen, he will never come to me again or send me messages constantly. This is obviously the result I want. Everyone can return to their original lives, but Why does my heart hurt so much?"

Lin Ting hugged Lin into his arms and patted her back gently.

"It will all pass."

She knew that this feeling was like digging out a piece of rotten flesh on the heart. The pain was inevitable, but if the piece of rotten flesh was not dug out, it would continue to rot, and the wounds would become larger and larger.

When she divorced Qinian, she felt the same way. It was more painful than death.

"Listen, I'm so sad."

"I know, I know everything."

Lin Ting knew that even if he preached a thousand times and ten thousand sentences, he could not uproot this pain at once.

All she could do was stay with Lin Lang.

After Jiang Kuo came out of Lin Lang's house, he felt like his soul had been sucked out of his body, and he walked aimlessly on the road.

The wind made him dizzy.

A leaf fell in front of him, and he looked up at the sky. It was obviously a cloudless sunny day, but his mood was completely opposite to the weather. It was filled with dark clouds.

The light is gone.

For the first time, he felt that life was so boring.

Suddenly I don’t know what the future means.

He walked into a bar. During the day, the bar was as deserted as his mood.

He sat at the bar.

"Bring me a bottle of your strongest wine."

"Ok."

The bartender made a drink for Jiang Kuote and handed it to him.

"This wine is said to be poured in one glass. Even the best drinker can't drink three glasses."

"I want to see if this wine is as powerful as you say."

As Jiang Kuo spoke, he raised his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. Looking at the empty wine glass, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"How come I'm still so sober when I drink a glass of wine? The pain hasn't even eased a little bit. Instead, I miss her even more. Is this a fake bar?"

The bartender made another drink for Jiang Kuote.

Hand it to him.

"Sir, the wine I mixed is only of a relatively high alcohol content, but it cannot relieve emotional pain."

He drank several more drinks in a row. Not only was he not drunk, but he became more and more sober as he drank. He even felt pain more clearly.

"Did you give me fake wine?"

"Sir, look at the man next to you. He got drunk after just one drink. I'm not lying to you. I really drink this wine in one glass, but it won't work on people who have hurt feelings and want to come to my place to get drunk."

Jiang Kuo's idea of ​​getting drunk to relieve his worries was completely shattered.

He called Qinian.

Qi Nian: "You didn't go to work in broad daylight. Where were you?"

"Come out for a drink, I'll send you the address."

"You skipped work during the day to go drinking? You're not mistaken, right? Don't forget, I'm your immediate boss. Even if you skip work, do you still want me to accompany you?"

"Come quickly, stop talking nonsense!"

As soon as Jiang Kuo finished speaking, he hung up the phone before Qi Nian could agree.

Qi Nian looked at the hung up phone page with a surprised look on his face.

"Jiang Kuo is getting more and more over the top now. I used to be the one who skipped work to go drinking, but now it's him. He's such a good guy and doesn't imitate me!"

Although he said he was disgusted, his actions were very honest.

He picked up his coat and walked out of the office, asking the driver to take him to the address Jiang Kuofa gave him.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw an old man sitting on the bar, pouring himself wine.

He felt a little dizzy, sighed helplessly, walked over, raised his hand and patted Jiang Kuo's shoulder.

"You're still drinking. You want to drink yourself to death. Are you calling me to collect the body?"

"Can't you hope for me to be better?"

"I also want to wish you well. See for yourself, how many empty glasses are there in front of you? Why are you planning to drink yourself to death and make Lin Lang regret it?

Let me tell you, Lin Lang and Lin Ting are the same as the two sisters. You will not last long if you use bitter tricks, and it will easily make things worse. "

"Am I such a person?"

Jiang Kuo patted the seat next to him and asked Qi Nian to sit down. He raised his hand and asked the bartender to make him a special drink, which was said to be a glass of wine.

He was going to verify today whether a man without emotional injury could drink a glass of wine.

"Give him a drink too."

"I'm not planning to drink it."

Qi Nian decisively refused. Although he was not in a good mood today, Lin Ting heard that she was pregnant now. He must smell of alcohol when he drank, and Lin Ting heard that it would not be good for the baby.

"You're here, just have a drink with me, brother."

"No, Lin Ting is pregnant and smells bad of alcohol."

Jiang Kuo rolled his eyes at him. He was troubled by emotional problems to the point of death, but he was showing off his affection.

"I'm so out of my mind that I thought of asking you to come and drink with me. If I had known I would have gone to Henry, or Jiang Yu, who is more reliable than you. It's all in vain. I traveled thousands of miles to accompany you. Save Lin Ting.”