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Liangxi is an out-and-out southerner who has enjoyed the humid air, soft dialect, and inedible food of this second-tier city for 16 years. Who would have thought that a 16-year-old boy's world would only Women money games and nothing else.

Born in Liangxi, it was named after it.

Liang Xi's family background is average, but his personality is unrestrained, but his not-so-rich family can't give him the capital to have fun, so he exchanges his excellent grades for his parents' hard-earned money. He enjoys throwing a few high-score papers on the table, After 1 minute, I have the pleasure of having a stack of banknotes in my hand.

[Stupid author in a state of confusion: I don't believe in gods, but Liang Xi has really refreshed my understanding of ordinary students. I think he is probably a god-level... I can't tell whether he is a bad boy Still a top student, well, he is both...]

For this reason, Liang's father and Liang's mother are also very willing to work hard to earn money for him to spend.

In the words of Liang's father: "Don't children just eat and drink?" Yes, they just eat and drink, but Liangxi got into the last two bad habits again, whoring and gambling after eating and drinking.

Anyway, Liang Xi is a smart man, he doesn't want to casually give his precious first time to a chicken or a duck, he is just greedy for the feeling of abstinence and slightly touching the forbidden line.

Blindly sink.

Whenever he put his arms around the barmaid and kissed balls of powder that were either pink or red, he knew he had fallen.

Fortunately, reason led him, creating the myth of being merciless in the wine market, until he met Monica.

He asked, "What's your name?" He hadn't asked a question so politely for a long time, and he seemed a little shy.

"Monica." She pointed to herself, and then pressed it against his ear, deliberately teasing him with intoxicating alcohol: "Little brother, I know you from now on."

Monica put her watch in front of Liang Xi, and Liang Xi smiled when he saw that the hour and minute hands formed a harmonious thirty degrees.

"Well, you thought you were Xu Zai?"

"Don't worry, I'm more specific than Xu Zai." Both of them understood the routines in "Days of Being Wild". Monica took a deep breath of the cigarette, squinted at him, and exhaled layers of smoke rings.

Apart from being sexy to describe Monica at the moment, Liang Xi has already run out of words, and needless to say, everything is up to fate.

His first meeting with Monica is unintentional and meaningful.

He was sixteen, she was twenty-eight, and she still had a marriage that couldn't be called a marriage, which started hastily and ended hastily.

"Little brother, when do you leave school?" Monica chuckled.

"Why? Miss me?" Liang Xi approached her.

"Woman, do you like me?" Liang Xi touched her earlobe with his fiery lips, buried his head on her neck, and smelled the smell of her hair.

It was an indefinable smell of rose and tobacco.

Monica was startled.

Who is teasing whom? Hey! ! !

Monica is not a promiscuous woman, she is just a divorced woman who numbs herself with alcohol.

In Liang Xi's words, Monica is more like a wounded lion.Her eyes are always tired but sharp.

Monica picked up Liangxi's schoolbag, unzipped it, and pulled out a book, "Huh? Liangxi? No. [-] Middle School? Yes, little brother." Monica threw the book and schoolbag to Liangxi, and took a sip of wine , stayed for a while.

Liang Xi stroked her long hair, curling her big waves around her fingers, round and round, the hair and fingers were entangled endlessly, as if the soul was bound.

"What are you thinking about?" Liang Xi smiled unconsciously as he looked at her seductive silhouette.

"I was thinking, the name Liangxi is not good." Monica was deep in thought.Liang Xi waited, "I will call you whatever you like." For some reason, Liang Xi pampered this woman again and again.Although we had only met for two hours, we were as familiar as someone who couldn't be more intimate.

"Well, let's call you Liang Zai." Monica took a sip of wine in her mouth, swallowed it again, turned her eyes wide open and said to Liang Xi seriously.The light of the bar hit Monica's fluttering eyelashes, this woman full of desire can be so cute sometimes.

The bar is playing an unknown band's song, R&B, which is very suitable for the occasion. The lead singer's voice is like a cat's roar, lingering and hoarse, which makes people feel distressed.

"Okay." Five seconds later, Liang Xi finally came to his senses, avoiding her gaze, took a sip of wine from the glass, suppressed the savage and crazy feelings in his heart, and took a deep breath.

"That...that's my cup." Monica covered her mouth and smiled.

"Do you mind?" Liang Xi frowned.

"Do you mind?" Monica asked back.

"I don't mind." The two replied at the same time.The atmosphere was extremely warm and ambiguous. Monica smiled, tapped the table suddenly, snapped her fingers, and said to him, "Are you hungry? Take you to eat?"

"No, no, no." Liang Xi shook his head. "It's almost time, I have to go home."

"Your mother called you home for dinner?" Monica lowered her head and whispered softly. "That's great." Liang Xi rubbed her hair.

"Okay, let's go. I'll see you another day." Monica looked drunk, lifted her head feebly, waved her hand, and had a charming smile on her face, which was smoky red.

At this moment, Eason Chan's "Stockholm Lover" is playing in the bar.

Everything seems to be in the dark.

"Should I go? Boss, can't you play some upbeat songs?" Monica lowered her head, eyes dazed, "It's all about death or life...alive." She was drunk.

In the haze, she felt that she was enveloped by a familiar smell, which made her nostalgic, like a dream, like a dream, as if away from it.

Suddenly waking up from a dream, she lay on that bed, barely opened her eyes, only to find that she was at home, no, at her previous home. Monica began to play with her temper wantonly after drinking, she shouted: "Cui Ancheng! Come here!"

The man who was busy in the kitchen heard the scream, quickly turned off the fire, dried his hands, and trotted to Monica's side.

"Grandma, what's the matter?" Cui Ancheng leaned against the door frame, lazily embracing her arms. Monica rubbed her hair and muttered, "Your aunt, I'm thirsty."

"The water is right next to you, and it's still warm." Cui Ancheng turned and left after speaking, "I want to go home!" Monica said.

"Oh." Cui Ancheng responded lightly.

When Cui Ancheng brought a pot of porridge to the table, Monica had already put on her coat, "It's never too late to leave after breakfast."

"No need." Monica waved her hand, she paused, and then said, "After all, I have nothing to do with this house or you." After saying this, Monica regretted that she said more, but she didn't say it The words are unwilling.

"Well, I know." With depression in his heart, Cui Ancheng said this after watching Monica leave.

Cui Ancheng is Monica's ex-husband, the two are college classmates, and he will spoil Monica lawlessly, but the marriage of the two only lasted for only half a year before a rift appeared, because Cui Ancheng cheated, of course it must involve alcohol, otherwise it would be Monica He wouldn't dare to give Cui Ancheng a thousand guts.

When Cui Ancheng heard that Monica proposed divorce that day, he did not keep her. He knew her temper and couldn't keep her.

Cui Ancheng never told her that he had quit drinking and ended his entangled relationship. He would clean the house every day just to welcome her back.

Just good friends?Meow meow meow?