On the day of the blind date, I had a flash marriage with a wealthy man

He Qidong has never tasted the taste of drunkenness.

I don't know whether those literati's so-called "drunkness relieves a thousand worries" is true or not.

He usually doesn't drink much, and he is very sensible.

He knows that when encountering any difficulties, he just needs to solve them, and escaping is not always the answer.

So even if there was pain, he never vented it.

In the past, when He Qidong saw Shanglu depressed, he would smoke cigarettes hard, one after another.

At that time, He Qidong would ask Shang Lu, can smoking relieve boredom?

Shanglu asked him to try it, but he didn't try it.

Originally, he didn't plan to drink alcohol, because he didn't drink alcohol or smoke, but now his chest is really congested.

The bright light elongated his tall figure and reflected it on the carpet.

Even this shadow has a sense of loneliness.

Staring at the opened bottle of whiskey in Deng Wanzhou's hands, his broad shoulders slumped, "Have a drink or two."

As he spoke, he reached for the wine in Deng Wanzhou's hand.

Deng Wanzhou hurriedly grabbed the wine bottle tightly in her arms and did not let go.

"Adong, I don't really want you to drink."

"Drinking hurts your body."

"I, I just want to find an excuse to come and see you, just to be with you, don't take it seriously."

He Qidong grabbed the wine she was protecting tightly, snatched it, and sat down on the sofa.

Without saying a word, he took a deep gulp when he raised his head.

"Cough, cough!"

Such a strong wine, in the end is not suitable.

He Qidong choked twice.

Deng Wanzhou felt very distressed, and hurriedly patted him on the back, going to help him pour water.

When the water poured, only one-third of the entire 700ml bottle of whiskey in He Qidong's hand was left.

His whole body was coughing and his eyes were red because of choking on alcohol.

Deng Wanzhou's heart ached so much that his chest hurt, and he rushed to grab the wine in his hand, "Ah Dong, stop drinking."

The wine bottle in his hand passed over Deng Wanzhou's head, circled around to avoid her snatching, and finally came back in front of him.

He Qidong took another two sips.

If he can temporarily forget the pain, let him get drunk tonight.

Deng Wanzhou began to regret bringing the wine over.

"Adong, don't be like this, I feel uncomfortable when you look like this." Deng Wanzhou was about to cry.

She knew that he was too strong to drink, and his stomach would definitely feel uncomfortable if he drank too much.

"Adong, I was wrong. I shouldn't have provoked you with wine, please stop drinking."

She grabbed his arm hard.

But there is a huge disparity in power between men and women.

No matter how she stopped, He Qidong still drank the wine into his stomach.

At this moment, he seemed to be indulging himself, wanting to get drunk and get himself relieved, his eyes were full of pain.

Lifting his eyes slightly, the light in his eyes flashed, and he saw the woman in front of him was about to cry.

Tears rolled in her eyes.

Then it clattered down.

He Qidong asked, "Mr. Deng, I'm in such a mess, what exactly do you like about me?"

"I can't tell. Anyway, I like everything. You are the best in my eyes."

Deng Wanzhou finally snatched the wine bottle and held it tightly in her arms, preventing him from drinking any more.

But there was not much wine left in the bottle.

He drank almost all of the 700ml of wine.

Deng Wanzhou was afraid that his stomach would not be able to take it, "Adong, do you have any discomfort? Does your stomach feel uncomfortable? Would you like some milk?"

Probably the alcohol content is too high.

Too fierce.

He also drank too fast.

At this moment, drunkenness rushed up from his chest, oppressing his entire brain nerves.

My head started to feel dizzy.

Consciousness is a little unclear.

He rubbed his temples and smiled wryly, "Anywhere is good? Is it not good anywhere? No home, no father, no mother, no friends, nothing."

Deng Wanzhou got up and walked away two steps

Originally, he was planning to go to his kitchen refrigerator, get him a bottle of milk, warm it up and then give him a drink.

Now hearing this painful and self-deprecating voice, he couldn't help but stop.

Distressed so that the whole heart was pinched.

When he turned around, he saw that He Qidong was looking up at him.

His eyes are still full of self-mockery and pain, and there is still a bit of drunkenness.

He was even more distressed when he was drunk.

He raised his lips, "Mr. Deng, a person like me is probably a nemesis, so I am doomed to be alone. As the richest woman in Pengcheng, you will not be happy with me. Stop wasting time on me. "

A person is the same as a phoenix tree, they can barely stand upright when their hearts are empty.

Others thought that it would germinate next spring, and it would be able to grow the green shade of the sky.

In fact, it died in the winter that it couldn't survive.

He is the sycamore tree whose heart was empty. When his parents abandoned him, his heart died once.

On the operating table, his heart died again.

Two flowers bloomed with Qiaoqiao, and when the old relationship was cut off, the heart was ashamed again.

In fact, he and Qiao Qiao had the same fate, so he couldn't give Qiao Qiao happiness because he was so helpless.

He can only let go.

He also didn't want to disappoint Deng Wanzhou in front of him.

Deng Wanzhou stood there, thinking quietly for half a minute, and then comforted him, "Ah Dong, let's not talk about this today, you may be a little drunk, I'll go get you a cup of milk."

When she turned around, the smile on her face faded.

Eyelashes fluttered feebly.

He sighed heavily.

Being rejected time and time again, this feeling is really too bad.

When she came back after warming up a glass of milk, He Qidong leaned on the sofa, resting with his eyes closed.

The strong aroma of wine hits the face.

The whole air is full of alcohol.

She sat beside her with milk, and patted He Qidong's arm lightly, "Ah Dong, drink some milk."

He Qidong slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes fixed on Deng Wanzhou's body, a little fascinated.

Suddenly he took Deng Wanzhou's hand and embraced her.

The milk in Deng Wanzhou's hand spilled all over the floor.

It was the first time I felt He Qidong's active hug, even though he was drunk, his brain was still numb.

The empty glass in his hand fell feebly on the carpet, rolling away into the distance.

She dared not make a sound.

Did Ah Dong regard her as Qiao Qiao?

He looked down at her in his arms, his sexy protruding Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he seemed to be about to kiss her, but he didn't.

A long time ago, she had kissed He Qidong forcefully.

He Qidong didn't respond, and ruthlessly pushed her away.

She longed for He Qidong to kiss him.

However, He Qidong looked at her and frowned tightly.

Then he let go of her and smiled wryly, "You are not Qiao Qiao, you are not..."

The hoarse voice not only revealed his pain, but was also as sharp as a knife, piercing Deng Wanzhou's chest.

Suddenly it was a little shaky, Deng Wanzhou supported the sofa tightly, pinched her leg with the other hand, forced herself not to cry, and whispered, "Adong, don't rely on me to like you, Just hurt me again and again. Don't make me anxious, or I will bite you. "

Speaking of which, a hint of mischievous ruthlessness suddenly flashed across the little face that was about to cry, "I will really bite you."

"You are not Qiaoqiao." He Qidong waved her hand away.

She was so angry that she lowered her head and bit hard on the arm that waved her away mercilessly. The pain caused He Qidong to regain consciousness for half a minute, and he cried out.