Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

[Both are pure, Lin Ci'an entered the world at the same time as Chu Ziyu did. He doesn't like the original owner.]

Looking down at his shirt that was stained red and brown by the wine, Chu Ziyu shook his head helplessly. He stood up shakily and walked to the bathroom.

Warm water poured down from the top of his head, and the wet shirt instantly became transparent. He was about to take it off, but then he remembered something and stopped unbuttoning the three buttons. Although the feeling of the clothes sticking to his body was not very comfortable, the hot water washed away the smell of alcohol and made his mind a little clearer.

He picked up the mobile phone he had just brought from the bedroom, and the memory in his mind allowed him to quickly find Xie Lingan's WeChat. The profile picture was Xie Lingan's back, and the note was: Xie Lingan (1998.05.12), a very common note.

The message on the interface is still the one sent by Chu Ziyu three days ago. I understand and I will go.

His memory came back to him. Three days ago was Xie Lingan's birthday party. As a follower, of course he had to go, even though this follower status was almost gone. He used the 2,375,612 yuan he had earned from exchanging interests over the years, and took 2,370,000 yuan of it to buy Xie Lingan a birthday present, a men's necklace.

But Xie Lingan despised him and pulled him to the ground, "I gave your family hundreds of millions of dollars in business, and you gave me this piece of rubbish."

Without a doubt, it then fell into pieces.

Recalling the memories in his mind, Chu Ziyu's expression was inexplicable.

After clicking the plus sign in the lower right corner, Chu Ziyu tapped on the video call.

"The snow is dyed with thousands of brilliant lights and the sound of bells shapes the Buddha shrines

This is a feast for the dusty

How can the former splendor of the cave paintings be lost when the red face has changed..."

At the same time, it was extremely noisy on Xie Lingan's side. The young man serving wine beside him was handing the wine to Xie Lingan's mouth. Looking at the wine in front of him, Xie Lingxi suddenly became dazed. He came to his senses suddenly, smelled the greasy scent of perfume in the air, and suddenly a scene flashed before his eyes: Chu Ziyu's hurt face three days ago. He pushed the young man in front of him away with a big movement.

Everyone in the box noticed Xie Lingan's actions, "Young Master An, what happened?"

Xie Lingan's friends at the side spoke, and Xie Lingan turned to look at the person who came, without saying a word, but his expression was very cold. The box suddenly became quiet, and only everyone's breathing could be heard. Xie Lingxi felt his mind was in a mess, so he pushed open the door of the box and walked out.

"Brother Wang, Young Master An, what's going on?" The younger brother of the man who had just spoken stepped forward and asked.

The man called Brother Wang was also confused, but he interrupted randomly, "We little people, how can we understand his thoughts? Come on, continue!"

The box became lively again.

On the other side, Xie Lingan walked out of the box and leaned against the wall in the corridor, feeling irritated. He didn't know why he suddenly thought of Chu Ziyu and the necklace he had broken.

"Snow-drenched..."

The phone rang, and Xie Lingan took it out from his jacket pocket in annoyance. He looked closely and saw that it was Chu Ziyu. His expression was complicated, mixed with some face-saving.

He muttered to himself, "You are stingy to begin with, and you are still feeling wronged..."

Chu Ziyu hasn't contacted him since three years ago, and he unilaterally severed the relationship with his friends in a fit of anger.

But that was just angry words, he had been waiting for him to apologize. But he didn't expect that this circle of friends would become the last straw that broke the camel's back and became the catalyst for Chu Ziyu's parents to give up on him completely.

While hesitating in his mind, his hand was already busy answering the call.

"Fuck, are you cheap, Xie Lingan?"

Therefore, the first sentence Chu Ziyu heard was Xiao An scolding himself, and his well-prepared emotions almost broke through.

He is a poor homeless little thing, how can he be without an owner?

"Ling An, what's wrong with you?"

"I..." Xie Lingan was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

I was in deep embarrassment, but when I saw the miserable appearance of the person opposite me through the phone screen, all my pride and awkwardness disappeared, and what climbed into my heart was a slight bitterness.

"what happened?"

The phone squeaked as Xie Lingan squeezed it, and the sound unconsciously carried a hint of anger.