Quick Wear: There is always a female supporting role tearing up the script

Due to a sudden storm, Bedel had to return home early after just one night at sea. Wang Shun was very frustrated, but he could not show it on his face. After apologizing and greeting each family, he returned to his room, opened a bottle of red wine, and without sobering up or taking a glass, he collapsed on the sofa and started drinking.

But he was still sober. The alcohol content of this bottle of wine was not high. Even if he drank the whole bottle, he could still go out and deal with various emergencies rationally.

However, he rubbed his swollen and aching temples and prayed to God that there would be no more emergencies.

This strange storm came suddenly and violently, as if it was designed to harm him.

He closed his eyes, and somehow the image of Zhou Yanning emerged in his mind when he went to meet Xie Heng just now. She was almost without makeup, with a fair face and charming and bright facial features, which actually revealed a bit of purity. Her curly hair was tied loosely, and she was wearing an ordinary white shirt and jeans, cutting oranges at the kitchen counter.

He and Xie Heng had a good relationship, so he didn't have to be as cautious with him as he did with others. As they talked about last night's accident, Wang Shun sighed softly, "Everyone else would be easy to talk to. They'd at least give my old man some face. But Yang Shijun is the only one. He's always been the most fearful of his life, and he's also quite arrogant. Last night, while I was directing the repairs, he called and berated me. I'm a little scared to see him later."

Zhou Yanning brought over some cut oranges and placed them on the table in front of them. She placed her hands on Xie Heng's shoulders, leaned forward slightly, raised her eyebrows at him, her eyes bright, and said, "Boss Wang, would you like me to offer you a suggestion?"

Wang Shun quickly waved his hands, "Sister Yan Ning, please don't call me that. We are close friends." He then showed his signature smile, "Good sister, please have mercy on me and save me."

Wang Shun is two years younger than Zhou Yanning. They attended the same school from kindergarten through high school. They weren't close friends, but they had seen each other at many banquets and had known each other's families since childhood. On his first day of kindergarten, Wang Shun greeted Zhou Yanning with a sweet "sister," a name he still uses today.

Zhou Yanning sat down next to Xie Heng. "The Yang family business has been passed down for generations, and Yang Shijun is an only son. My father said that in his generation, he was the youngest of the young masters. He has been arrogant and rebellious since he was a child. If he gets angry, he really won't care about anyone's face."

She smiled broadly, "However, I often play cards with Mrs. Yang, and I heard that Yang Shijun has become very superstitious in recent years. He flies to Hong Kong several times every year to get his fortune told, and he believes everything the master says."

"You know that piece of land in the south of the city? He bought it last year at a price far above the market price, just because a master said the feng shui of that land would bring him good luck."

"I remember Yang Shijun was born in the Year of the Snake, right? A snake entering water becomes a dragon. After enduring hardships, the dragon can become a dragon."

When Wang Shun heard this, his eyes widened. How come he didn’t know before that Zhou Yanning was such a good at fooling people?

Zhou Yanning took out his phone and clicked it. "I'll give you the contact information of that master."

Wang Shun burst into tears of gratitude: "Sister, you are truly my good sister forever!"

Zhou Yanning smiled at him, "Just because you've called me sister since we were young, I have to help you."

She turned and looked at Xie Heng. The two of them clearly had a tacit understanding. She immediately knew that they still had something to talk about, so she said to Wang Shun, "You can talk to your brother Xie. I have to take a nap, so I won't accompany you anymore."

She stood up, and Wang Shun noticed that the two had been holding hands. Before letting go, Xie Heng squeezed it reluctantly.

Wang Shun stayed outside the natural intimacy between the two people, lowered his eyes, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

"Sister Yan Ning is the white moonlight of so many people. If you weren't my brother Xie, I really wouldn't accept it."

Zhou Yanning will never know in her life how serious he was about what he said.

Zhou Yanning is well-known in the circle for her beauty, excellence, and ability to handle things properly. She is almost the daughter-in-law that all wives dream of. When the Zhou family started to arrange blind dates for Zhou Yanning, those wealthy children who usually resisted marriage were ready to move.

But he was different. He never liked Zhou Yanning because of any of her qualities that made her suitable to be the hostess of a wealthy family.

When he was a little kid, he felt that Zhou Yanning would shine in the crowd. How could a person be so beautiful? He would chase her and call her "sister". She would smile at him, give him candies and biscuits, and call his name: "Wang Shun!" Her voice was clear, crisp and pleasant, and accompanied by a smile.

As she grew older, she became more and more charming. He once beat up a classmate who peeped at her outside the women's locker room for her, and Mrs. Wang scolded him all the way home with a bruised face. He deliberately took a detour for her, pretending to meet her by chance, just to say hello to her casually, "Sister Yan Ning, what a coincidence."

The Wang family is a complicated family. He worked hard until now and finally stood out from the group of illegitimate children and uncles and cousins ​​and got the support of his grandfather.

Everyone said he was young and promising, but he was the only one who felt it was too late, too late. For the rest of his life, he could only watch her from afar.

Wang Shun took a big gulp of wine, which choked him so much that he held on to the armrest of the sofa and coughed heart-wrenchingly. After he recovered, he put down the bottle and went to the bathroom to wipe his face with cold water.

He didn't close the window. There were singers on the cruise ship, and they were singing Cantonese songs outside. He could vaguely hear a few words.

"Whoever thinks love is everything, it is better for them to walk on the smooth road, not looking back, not thinking foolishly, until the end."