Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

Afterwards, he lay lazily on the stone bench with his legs crossed, his hands under his head, and he stared up at the dark sky where a few pops occasionally passed by, dazed and sad.

Wen Jili didn't say a word, he was playing with the can in his hand, and there was a cold and wimpy smile on his lips from beginning to end.

"I really don't understand what she wants. If she loved you, you wouldn't have vomited blood five years ago. If she didn't love you, what is her entanglement now?" Zheng Ningyu lay on his side, fisting Resting her forehead, leaning her elbows on the cold stone bench, she looked sideways at Wen Jili, "I was so happy when I heard her say Xiaomi didn't deserve me tonight. She thought she had me in her heart, but unexpectedly, what the hell did she give me?" Let me calmly say, we are friends!"

Suddenly, Zheng Ningyu stood up with his legs spinning, grabbed the crushed can in Wen Jili's hand, threw it forward, and shouted, "Damn|tell me that we are friends! Since it is My friend, she still cares what kind of girlfriend I have! She doesn’t even care if that woman is worthy of me! She really meddles in my own business!"

Zheng Ningyu yelled towards the river in front of him as if venting, mixed with the sound of wind, hissing at the top of his lungs. [

Wen Jili unscrewed another can of beer and threw it to Zheng Ningyu who was still screaming loudly. Against the cold night, his already clear face became even colder. He looked at Zheng Ningyu and smiled thoughtfully. Xia, "Xiao Yu, don't worry about getting drunk this time, I'll carry you back."

Zheng Ningyu took a sip of beer, and gave Wen Jili a cold look with her slender eyes, "Huh!" With a cold snort, her thin lips curled into a sneer, "I got drunk with you five years ago , five years later, you tell me, I'm drunk, you carry me back!"

"Oh~~?" Wen Jili smiled faintly from his thin and cold lips. He looked at Zheng Ningyu, rubbed his five fingers carefully, and then slowly raised his eyes and smiled, "I could drink with you half a year ago. Drunk. But it's not good now. Wait, I have to go back to sleep with my wife and children."

For Wen Jili's unceremonious flaunting of happiness in front of a lost person, Zheng Ningyu gave him a cold look, and his already lost face became even uglier, "You are too embarrassed to say this in front of me!"

"Why are you embarrassed?" Wen Jili asked back with a faint smile, picked up the small stones scattered on the ground and threw them to the river in front of him, threw several stones one after another, and finally clapped his hands to wipe away the dust on his hands Pat clean.

Glancing at Zheng Ningyu who still looked disappointed, he turned his gaze back and said flatly.

"On the 29th day of the year, I took Yanyan and the others to the playground to play. When I watched them ride the merry-go-round, Qin Jing told me that some people think that the merry-go-round is the cruelest game, and the distance between the two carousels is only one meter. But she can only chase forever and can't get close for a lifetime. She thinks that she can just look at each other like this, and she is the only one in each other's eyes. Woolen cloth?"

After hearing this, Zheng Ningyu didn't answer, just pouring beer into his mouth desperately, one bottle after another, Wen Jili didn't object, and let Zheng Ningyu drink to smell of alcohol.

The wind was blowing, and two big men were sitting on the stone bench beside the river, one with a cold face, pouring alcohol desperately, looking up at the sky leisurely, occasionally took out his mobile phone | sending a few text messages, his expression was calm, but It was soft again.