handshake on sunset boulevard

The French beach where I stayed for half a month is still in my mind, but my body has already returned to Shanghai.

The atmosphere of the city enveloped Bi Wenjun and Zhu Zhengting again. In fact, none of them wanted to come back, and Zhu Zhengting didn't even want Bi Wenjun to come back. As soon as the plane landed, Bi Wenjun's air pressure was as low as Mars.

Zhu Zhengting adjusted Bi Wenjun's tie, held Bi Wenjun's face in his hands, looked him in the eyes, and reminded him again and again to try his best, don't get angry when he sees Qiao's father and daughter, and don't take the powerful social atmosphere to heart... ...until Bi Wenjun left home, he was still restless, and the source of this restlessness was only clear to him.

When Bi Wenjun left the house, Zhu Zhengting walked up and down on crutches. From 10:30 to [-]:[-], his hair was oily from his strokes. He took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Brother Pei Han, I..." felt embarrassed, "What are you doing?"

"The hospital is on duty, Zhengting, what's the matter?" Pei Han was silent, "Don't worry, just say it."

"Excuse me brother...I want to say that Wenjun...has been in a bad state of mind, and I was thinking of asking you to refer me to a doctor, and then..."

"Tell me~" Pei Han listened patiently.

"Before the trip to France, I received a pair of broken crutches, and there was...a broken crutch in the box." Zhu Zhengting said in a weak voice, but said calmly, "My mother said that when Lili was found , she felt strange, Lili was injected with stimulants before the heavy rain, and the racecourse in the deep mountains and old forests, coupled with the heavy rain, there was no evidence or clue..." Zhu Zhengting calmed down, "Brother Pei Han, I think we all know each other in our hearts. I know what's going on, listen to me...I don't know how to deal with it even though I don't know how to deal with it...But you can't be impulsive, you know what I mean Is it?" Zhu Zhengting said anxiously.

Pei Han gritted his teeth and could hear, "How can she live well..."

"Listen to me! Brother, how she lives is her business. Even if she is paralyzed and she dies, we will not get any comfort in our hearts... But Wenjun can no longer be stimulated... "Zhu Zhengting's hands were trembling, and his crutches hit the ground with a rattling sound, and the sound of the clock ticking, as if he had buried a grave, "His career is at the end of the road, even the case of my leg... .I can’t even file a case...I will still be disabled from now on, he is holding on, he just pretends to be happy in front of me.”

"I know what you mean by calling so late." Pei Han said, "Where are the others?"

"Company annual meeting." Pei Han's cleverness diluted some of Zhu Zhengting's anxiety, and Zhu Zhengting took a deep breath, "This woman is already crazy, will she have a showdown with him...?"

"Don't guess, wait for me, I'll take you to his company." Pei Han hung up the phone, put the aminoglycoside injection needle in his white coat pocket, put on a windbreaker and ran out.

Bi Wenjun was still dizzy from the sound of wine and meat. It was not as deserted as before when he was surrounded by crowds, but it made him feel at ease. He sat in a private room with a fog curtain beside him, took out hand sanitizer, rubbed his hands, smelled it, Still a smoky rouge smell.

Bi Wenjun crossed her legs and leaned on the sofa with her head up.He wanted to hide but didn't want to hide, he hesitated when Qiao Qiao came.

"Bi Wenjun." Her loose black curly hair was lazy and pleasant, she threw her bag beside Bi Wenjun and sat down, her flushed drunkenness was annoyingly coquettish in Bi Wenjun's eyes.

Bi Wenjun lifted her leg and left, but she pulled her back, "Don't go out," Qiao Qiao leaned into his ear, "There are no cameras in the private rooms of the hotel, but I found someone to take pictures at the door of the private rooms."

"I'm already in hell, don't you accumulate some virtue?" Bi Wenjun closed her eyes and breathed calmly.

"I can't get it back anymore." Qiao Qiao made a "shh" gesture in his ear.

"I don't want to do anything to a woman," Bi Wenjun bit her lower lip, and slammed the back of her head against the wall. This woman is really... "And I hit you, except that I hit you deeper Hell, you have thicker skin, nothing else."

"You can't do anything about me," Qiao Qiao squeezed against him, shaking her head while holding a glass of wine, "Your can't do anything is the proof of my existence." Spraying on Bi Wenjun's face, "Your cutie likes Broken canes and broken sticks?"

Bi Wenjun hesitated for a second, grabbed the wine glass and put it on her neck. The woman was forced into the depression of the sofa back, "You, okay, okay, say!" , Jojo retched and coughed up tears.

"Lili...ahem...do you know..." Qiaoqiao clutched his lapel with red eyes, "excited... Agent...I...hahahahahahaha..."

The stem of the goblet was slammed into Bi Wenjun's hands. For a few seconds, his eyes were filled with the white light of the hole in the sky in the end of the world, and the meteorites came crashing down. His angel's miserable life turned out to be It was all caused by this woman year after year, and Bi Wenjun didn't even have the thought process...

Zhu Zhengting was carried directly to the fourth floor of the annual meeting by Pei Han. The reception was coming to an end, and there were only two waiters in the hall who cleaned the tables. Qiao's mouth viciously slammed into Bi Wenjun, who was holding a bottle of hand sanitizer. Qiao Qiao's face was purple, dangling from being poured... Even Pei Han forgot to move.

"...Brother...Brother...Brother, he can't commit a crime, he can't...he wants to sing...Brother, hurry up... ...put me down...let me..." Zhu Zhengting looked like a doll with a short-circuited battery.

Pei Han put him down in a daze, and he staggered to pick up the kitchen knife on the buffet tray.

Without even thinking about it, Pei Han rushed over and pushed Zhu Zhengting hard to the ground. Zhu Zhengting slipped a long way and then came back to get the knife, muttering "He can't, he can't..."

Pei Han touched the aminoglycoside antibiotic syringe in the pocket of his white coat, and rushed into the private room without thinking...

Zhu Zhengting was lying on the floor of the lobby, with the Annunciation on the ceiling and the hanging paintings of the Escape from Egypt circling... He heard someone shouting, "Dead, dead!", as well as the sound of an ambulance, the sound of the police. The sound of footsteps, the conversation of the person in charge of the hotel, the sound of pages being turned in the transcript booklet.

His neck creaked up, and the sound of the policewoman's high-heeled shoes knocked on Zhu Zhengting's heart. He saw Pei Han walking out with the police on both sides. The white handcuffs were like white fangs biting Pei Han's hand. Above, a female police officer has a needle that has been pushed out of liquid in her evidence bag...  

Zhu Zhengting sat on the ground and stared at Pei Han numbly. He saw Pei Han smiling at him, the same expression that his older brother said to him, "You have to rest assured."

The moment Pei Han was taken away from the banquet hall on this floor by the police, Zhu Zhengting slid to the ground again with relief, regardless of whether he was selfish or not, he was already like this.

"Little confused..." A hoarse voice in the private room called him viscously, even though the voice was a bit strange, it was as if he was fine.

"I'm confused, Junjun."