After flash marriage with the villain, he fell in love

Chapter 132 The Boy Who Blows the Evening Breeze
At ten o'clock, the city is just getting lively, the office workers are off work, and the nightlife has just begun.

Qiao Baibai didn't drive and walked out.

The location of the full moon district is close to the prosperous shopping malls on one side and along the river on the other.

After Qiao Baibai walked out of the gate, he walked towards Yanjiang Road. There were far fewer pedestrians on that side. Some people wore headphones and insisted on running at night, and there were young couples holding hands for a walk and laughing. The street lamps were very bright, each ten meters away.

The river is very wide, and the wind on the opposite side is relatively darker. There is an old housing area, which is a rare old house in Mingcheng that has not been demolished. In memory of the history of Mingcheng, the old scenery is left behind.

There are fences on the shore, as high as the chest, so that children are afraid of falling out.

Looking along the flow of the river, there is a suspension bridge in the distance, connecting the two sides of the land.

She pulled off her mask, and the river breeze blowing in her face made Qiao Baibai feel at ease. She was depressed because she lacked the opportunity to go for a walk, and she still wanted to go out for a walk more often in the future.

Qiao Baibai walked in the direction of the water flow, a tram passed by her, and she also passed some people resting on roadside benches, they were talking softly about the exhaustion of the day.

She suddenly thought of the program group "Finding Wildlife", and she also learned about the statement issued by the program group. Although the management and behind-the-scenes work of the program group were really unsatisfactory, she really liked the format and content of this program .

There are really not many programs of this type. She hopes that the program can keep its original intention and run better. She thinks this program should have a future.

Qiao Baibai found the contact information of the chief director who had joined before, and asked him if the program group still lacked funds to operate, so he could invest in sponsorship and become a behind-the-scenes investor.

There are tens of thousands of ways to make money, and it doesn't necessarily need the money she earns in public. It's okay for her to make money, right?Anyway, she is not short of money, and the purpose of her work is to enrich her life. She just likes the feeling of getting rewarded for putting in her work.

After getting the response, Qiao Baibai decided to deal with the follow-up matters tomorrow.

Before I knew it, I had already walked under the overpass, and almost an hour had passed.

There are stairs to go up, Qiao Baibai walked up the stairs.

The location of the flyover is very high, and when you come up, you can feel the strong wind, which messes up Qiao Baibai's hair. She didn't tie her hair up, but just wore a hat.

Qiao Baibai squinted her eyes and looked around. Why don't you take a taxi here and go back, because she doesn't want to walk back.

Suddenly, he saw a shaky figure on the bridge, and Qiao Baibai took a closer look. The man was sitting on the bridge railing and blowing the wind, his feet were hanging outside, his head was on the bridge, and he was holding a bottle in his hand.

Qiao Baibai put down his phone and walked over slowly, only to smell a strong smell of alcohol when he was beside him. There were beer bottles all over the floor, and the bottle he was holding was also a beer bottle.

When Qiao Baibai stood next to him, he took a sip from the wine bottle, choked and coughed non-stop, his drunken body kept shaking, Qiao Baibai watched his heart go to his throat, afraid He falls.

The man slowed down, noticed that Qiao Baibai was standing next to him, and glanced at her, without any excessive emotion, just pretending that Qiao Baibai didn't exist.

His hair was long, covering his eyes, wearing black sports trousers, and a short-sleeved T-shirt in such cold weather, exuding a decadent atmosphere.

"Brother... why are you sitting here alone?" Qiao Baibai didn't know if he wanted to commit suicide, but this appearance was indeed frightening.

The man dropped the bottle in his hand. The bridge was so high that the sound of the wine bottle falling into the water did not come up at all, and it fell silently.

"... Blow the evening breeze, don't bother me."

(End of this chapter)