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Why did you splash water on your face several times? The heat on your face went away, and your brain became a little clearer.
He straightened his tie, looked at himself in the mirror expressionlessly, and slowly revealed a sarcastic smile.
What are you afraid of? Why? You are already prepared for the worst outcome.
Why did you turn around and leave the bathroom.
Outside, a table of people were still chatting and drinking. Feng Zheng had returned to his seat and was looking down at his phone. When he saw why he had come out, he looked up. His eyes were dark and bright, hiding elusive emotions.
Song Juhan also turned around, with a vicious look as if he was watching a prey enter a cage.
He He glanced at him and sat back down next to him.
Song Juhan turned slightly and said with a smile in his ear: "How dare you fucking lie to me."
Why didn't he say anything? Instead, he filled a glass of wine for himself, stood up, and said in a neither humble nor condescending tone: "Mr. Song, dear elders, I'm not feeling well today. Staying here will ruin everyone's fun, so I want to go back and rest first." , I punished myself with a drink, I'm sorry." Why didn't wait for their reaction, he raised his head and drank a full glass of red wine.
Feng Zheng said warmly: "Don't drink too much if you feel unwell."
A boss echoed: "That's right, just go back if you feel uncomfortable."
Song He looked at He Yi with a scrutinizing gaze and finished the drink, then said calmly: "Then you go back, your health is important."
Why He nodded, turned around and left without looking at Feng Zheng and Song Juhan.
There was a sudden snap from behind, accompanied by several exclamations.
Why He paused and looked back to see that Song Juhan had crushed the wine glass. The glass shattered in his hands and the red wine spilled all over him.
Song He frowned and said, "What did you do?"
Song Juhan smiled: "The wine glass is too thin." He took the towel and started to wipe it.
"Is your hand injured? You will have a concert next month."
"No." Song Juhan waved his hand, and red liquid flowed across it, and he couldn't tell whether it was wine or blood.
Why was his heart so tight? He pursed his lips and left.
After taking a taxi home, He He took a shower and started to work. When he was so restless, his efficiency would naturally not be high. Finally, he turned off the computer irritably.
Looking at the watch, it was past nine o'clock. With Song Juhan's personality, he was probably arriving at his house soon.
He sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the stars and lights outside, and suddenly felt an unspeakable loneliness.
I don¡¯t know if there are any people in the world who are as contradictory as him, who seem to have everything and yet seem to have nothing. Of course, he never feels that he is pitiful. Whether it is gain or loss, joy or sorrow, most of them are his own choices. .
But for some reason tonight, he suddenly wanted to see his mother, and wanted to know if she was really living the life he wanted. On the one hand, he wanted to confirm that she was living a good life, and on the other hand, he wanted to see if people just wanted to If you work hard, you will get what you want.
For so many years, he has been avoiding disturbing her. Subconsciously, he may be avoiding her, and she is also avoiding herself. Maternal love is a very abstract word for him, and he cannot concretize the details.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the corridor. The house was very quiet. The footsteps were clear and rapid, followed by the sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole and turned.
Why did he stand up? He felt his blood surge, and the warmth poured out of his body like running water. His eyes stared blankly at the door.
The door was opened, and Song Juhan walked in with an evil spirit that was colder than winter and a strong smell of alcohol. His right hand was wrapped with several circles of dazzling white gauze.
Why¡¯s Adam¡¯s apple rolled up and down, his eyes flashed, and his lips trembled slightly.
Song Juhan clenched his fists, looking at He Yi's helpless and panic-stricken appearance, he suddenly felt a little soft-hearted. The muscles on his face were a little distorted. He suppressed the surging anger and slowly took off his coat. He wanted to take this time to calm down even a little bit, but the alcohol was burning his blood and his mind. There was something in his body that was clamoring for catharsis.
Why didn¡¯t he say anything, he just stood and watched.
At the end of taking it off, Song Juhan couldn't control himself and threw the thick cashmere long coat to the ground. The horn buckle hit the wooden floor and made a heavy sound. He gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice: "You promise not to be at odds with each other from now on." Contact Feng Zheng, I will let you go today."
Why took a deep breath: "Juhan, it's my fault that I lied to you, but it's inappropriate for you to restrict my normal communication"So when I woke up, I felt like my body was falling apart. Everywhere was in pain. It was so uncomfortable that it was difficult to even move my fingers.
¡°Brother Why, you¡¯re awake.¡±
A cool voice came to his ears. He He reluctantly opened his eyes and saw Xiaosong's face.
Xiaosong sighed: "Brother, your job is really ruining your life. I just had a concussion last month, but why do you have a fever again? It has reached 40 degrees in the morning, which scares us to death."
Why did you open your mouth, your throat hurts.
Xiaosong fed him some water with a spoon: "Do you have a sore throat? It's okay. You don't need to talk. Have a good rest. Brother Han has invited a family doctor. I will also be here to accompany you. Oh, I'll call Your assistant is on leave."
Why do I think of what happened last night and feel the cool water flowing through my throat, which hurts like a knife.
Song Juhan
He couldn¡¯t describe how he felt now. He couldn¡¯t even muster the strength to hate or anger. He just felt deeply powerless, as if he had spent all his money and left his hometown to search for a treasure for many years, only to find in the end that the treasure didn¡¯t exist at all.
th.
He thought that after all these years, even if Song Juhan didn't like him, at least he still had some companionship, but Song Juhan could humiliate him to this point.
What has he accomplished in these six years? What a complete joke.
a joke.
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