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Joyful Drunken Love - Chapter 640

Published at 21st of February 2024 05:40:54 AM


Chapter 640

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At the bottom of the picture is a long paragraph. After reading it, my heart It's broken.

"Today, I saw her that I haven't seen for a long time. After a few years, she is still the same. But I didn't say hello. Just like that year, I saw her walk past me with my own eyes. I didn't stop her. I know that we are two worlds after all. She needs a quiet life, and I like the fighting in the mall. So, I think it's OK to be a woman, right? Is she the most suitable person standing beside me? She has no back, no career, no culture. At least, she is a lot of women. "

My two lines of tears are like two lines of fire snakes flowing on my face, burning me hard.

I know that I'm dispensable here, but I never know. In fact, I'm just a woman who can be used in his eyes. Is it OK to put down all the dolls around him now and inflate them?

Then my good looks so cheap.

I immediately put down the phone, kept pressing return, deleted the page memory, browsed the page, locked the screen and ran out of the room with my pillow.

Downstairs, I buried my face in my pillow and cried.

This Wei Qu has been stuck in my heart, and my five viscera and lungs are twisted.

Uncle thought I was just a woman, just because I was a woman.

I thought his care should be true, but I didn't expect it, just because I was a woman, a woman who could use it.

Silent cry, such forbearance makes me more sad, but I really can't control such sadness.

This night, I cried on the silly sit, sit still after the silent tears, until dawn, I was back to God.

I don't know what I've been thinking all night. I just feel the same pain as being smashed by others. My breath is full of such pain.

The alarm went off and I got up and went to the kitchen.

Like machinery, I made breakfast, heated the milk, put it in place, changed my sportswear, and I came out to run.

I don't know what I'm doing. I just want to keep going step by step as if I don't know anything.

Or, what's the use of my emotions? Do you look at my uncle pretending to care? He just thinks I'm a tool. I can only use it.

I cried all the way and ran all the way, shuttling through this busy street. The traffic screamed at me. Some angry drivers would stop and scold me. I didn't hear it. I continued to run. When I was tired and panting, I stopped and squatted on the ground to cry.

At the beginning, I lowered my posture and knew that I was just a little girl in my uncle's eyes, but I didn't think that I was just a tool that could be used. Compared with those dolls, I was at most a panting woman.

How sad, when I was in the countryside, my grandmother said that I was a chicken who could only lay eggs, but here I was just a tool.

I looked up and screamed, "why..."

I paid everything for his man, but he looked at me like this. I couldn't look up, and I couldn't pick up what he left on the ground.

So the tenderness that night was all fake? Is everything he says false?

Why is that?

I can't accept it, I can't accept it!

I lost my soul and cried in the middle of the city. How I was dragged to the roadside and brought to the hospital was completely unknown.

When I looked back at the infusion needle on my wrist, I remembered that I was sent to the hospital.

I suddenly got up, staring at the white wall in front of me.

All of a sudden, I have more hands around me. I'm shocked. I turn my eyes to a pair of familiar but strange eyes.

I remember his name is Xiao ran.

Xiao Ran is a student I know in the University who listens in the same way as me, but his identity is a high school teacher. He is preparing for the postgraduate examination, and we have chosen a tutor at the same time, but he is sprinting for the postgraduate, while I am learning knowledge, and there is no reason to make efforts.

He works very hard and is often the last to leave the teacher. He has to ask a lot of questions from the tutor before he is willing to leave, and here I am.

He laughed, a little shy, and asked me, "is it all right? I just met you on the way. I saw you cry so sad. I was all wet. I was worried about your accident and sent you here. "

Ang, so he's the kind man I met on the road just now?

I'm embarrassed to smile, embarrassed to grab his back brain to say, "ah, I, I am, I'm just in a bad mood, I'm ok, I cry when I think of the bad things before on the way of running, thank you."

In my life, in addition to my uncle, my father and some old people in the village, it's qinnai and his driver. It seems that the only man who has such close contact with me is Shen Shen Shen, uncle's nephew.

But Shen Shen has never seen him again, and he is also related to his uncle, and so is Qin Nai. So, apart from that circle, the only person I know is him in front of me.

The reason why I remember his name is that I like his handwriting. His handwriting is very beautiful. He said that he is used to writing on the blackboard. He looks domineering and domineering, which is different from his appearance at all, but I like it very much.For this reason, I have practiced calligraphy specially for a period of time, but I didn't persevere, so now the handwriting is as ugly as spider's.

He continued with a smile, "don't be so nervous. I won't say it. Ha ha..."

I Leng for a while, also followed the silly smile.

My life circle is full of conspiracy, mutual exclusion, the kind of invisible knife into the body, when it comes out with blood, never see the bright things.

Only one light is in the school, now it seems that there is another light, that is Xiaoran.

He has a good-looking smile. He is shy like a little girl. He likes to grab the back of his head when he is in a hurry. This habit also affects me. Therefore, at this time, we both look at each other shyly, grab the back of our head and look at each other's silly smile.

After a while, I realized that it was wrong. I stopped, and lien Sheng said, "thank you. I, I, I want to go back now. Ah, I'll give you the money."

I am rich now. My uncle has given me a lot of cash, and I have saved it. I think it will be the capital for me to leave in the future, so I have saved a lot, because I have no chance to spend money. Now I finally have a place to spend money, and I can't wait.

He smiles and shakes his head. "No, please invite me to dinner later. Are you really OK?"

I said, "it's OK. Don't you think I'm very lively? Hehe, en I'm going back. I'm going to class this afternoon. "

He said vaguely, "yes, I want to go too, but I'm going to school now. I have two classes in the morning, but it's still too late. I'll take you back first. Where do you live?"

I I opened my mouth. I found that I couldn't say where I live. My identity was too embarrassing. Who could have thought that a nanny could go to university to listen in. My treatment was very different when people saw it. I know I hide is a kind of vanity, but I don't know why, I just want to be hypocritical in front of him.

I said, "I'm ok. I'll go back by myself. I won't delay your class. I'll take a taxi back for a while and people will arrive. Ha ha, ha ha..."

He nodded, still want to say something, the phone rang, then quickly said, "I'll be right there, help me sign in." Then he said to me with embarrassment, "I'm really sorry that I'm late for work. I'll see you off next time, but I'm not at ease when you go back like this. Give me a call and let me know when you go back."

I did not hesitate, said his number to him, looking at him in a hurry to turn away.

When I got home, I took a shower and came out. When I wanted to eat something, his wechat came over.

Wechat is something that I understand, but the typing is still very slow, so I usually send voice, he sent a string of words to ask me if I am safe home, I sent voice in the past, thought no, he should be in class, so he took a lot of effort to type a line in the past, "I arrived a long time ago, just went to take a bath, thank you for taking care of me, I'll invite you to eat another day I'll see you in the afternoon without disturbing your work

His reply was very quick, and he also made a lovely expression. I looked at the expression smiling at me and began to smile. It seemed that I was in a better mood this day because of this expression.

But back to reality, looking at such a big house, I was the only one who was empty. Thinking of my purpose here, I moved my sight to the position upstairs. Thinking of my identity, my melancholy immediately dispersed. It was like an airtight blanket that surrounded me. It was hard to breathe without me.

Although I feel sad, this is also the fact that I have to accept, but I still have a task to finish, ten days, now three days have passed.

I changed my clothes and didn't sleep. I put on a piece of clothes and came out with a soup cooker in my hand. I'm going to my uncle's office to continue to study the password box.

On the way, I asked Uncle qinnai about his first love or secret love when he was at school, but qinnai didn't know.

I said that I found that my uncle was in love with a classmate in college, but I didn't know his name. You should find out at last.

Qin Nai also understood what I said, so he said, "OK, I'll give you two days' grace. I'll check and wait for my news, but you can't relax."

I said impatiently, "I know." Turn off the phone, stop a car and go straight to uncle's company.

Uncle's position in the company has been rising all the way recently because of the project. In the past, many people did not listen to him. Now more and more people support him. He spared no effort to fight in the company. Naturally, more and more people know me and have different attitudes towards me.

Many people say hello, I smile into the elevator, the elevator door closed, the smile on my face also instantly disappeared.

The closer I get to my uncle, the more sad my heart is. I think he is all of me, heaven and earth. He thinks I am a tool.

I feel terrible in my heart. Thinking of those words, every word is like a knife, carved on my heart, dripping with blood.

Ding, the elevator is on.

It happened that I met my uncle.Leng for a moment, I reluctantly squeeze out a strange smile, "big, uncle, I'll give you soup."

No, he asked me with an unhappy face, "who allowed you to come?"




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