Crush addiction

It was dark at night, looking at the neon-lit streets, in the city center full of high-rise buildings, in an ordinary office building, only the corner lights of the accounting office on the 18th floor were still on.

Song Chuan buried himself in a pile of data, but his eyes always unconsciously glanced at the express box at hand.

The courier was brought over for him by a colleague before get off work. The machine-printed courier slip did not leave the sender's address, only a landline number.Few people knew that he was an intern in this firm, and even fewer would send him something. He even thought it was some kind of prank by Wang Zhifei.So I took it apart very casually, thinking that nothing scary would jump out.

In the end, nothing happened. There was a box of wedding candies and an invitation lying quietly in the box. He only opened the invitation and glanced at it, his expression darkened instantly, and he slammed the express box on the table, causing colleagues around him to panic. look up at him.

Yu Chenyuan's engagement invitation was to his sister, and his six-year secret love was finally coming to an end.He pretended to be innocent and apologized to his colleagues around him, forcing all his thoughts into his work, but it was in vain. Until now, his heart still hurts as if it was about to burst.

The phone on the table rang at the right time, as if to remind him that it was time to get off work.He glanced at it indifferently, and the name on the screen read 'Brother' in a regular manner.He couldn't help laughing at himself, and let the phone automatically quiet down when it rang.It's not that he doesn't want to pick it up, it's just that he doesn't want to hear Yu Chenyuan personally say 'I'm getting engaged to your sister'.He waited for the phone screen to go dark before he picked it up and squeezed it tighter and tighter. The knuckles of his fingers were highlighted due to the force, pale and thin.

Suddenly, he let go, put the phone in his pocket, and left the office quickly.

Ten minutes later, Song Chuan was standing on the side of the street downstairs, facing the constant flow of cars, he suddenly became very confused.The courier box was still in his hand, and he wrapped it in his coat. Even though it was very cold, he felt that the contents of the box made his hands hurt.

A taxi happened to pass by, and the driver slowed down and stared at him in the car, and he got into the car without thinking.The driver caught a glimpse of him in a daze, and asked with concern: "Little brother, have you lost your relationship? Why are you so miserable! You should be happy when you are young. Think about how much time you have, why can't you fight for it? Where are you going?"

Song Chuan believed that he really wanted to say only the last few words in such a long sentence, so he said indifferently: "Go—"

When he reached the address on his lips, he subconsciously swallowed it back, thought for a while and said casually: "Whatever."

"Little brother, random is too casual a place. From heaven to hell, you can call it whatever you like. Why don't you tell me how casual you want, and we can go wherever you want?"

Song Chuan twitched the corner of his mouth apologetically, not being amused by his words, "Go to Wangjiang Tower."

The arty style of Wangjianglou is one of the best in the city, and the consumption is also the best. It can be used as a restaurant, and the most important thing is that the food is delicious.From Song Chuan's point of view, Wangjianglou's food is not very good, all the effort is spent on appearance, and it is about ten third universe speed behind Yu Chenyuan.However, it is just suitable for those who like to eat here, and show their elegance through its elegant appearance.So in the afternoon Wang Zhifei called him to come out for dinner, but he refused very simply.

But now, he has nowhere to go.

When Song Chuan got out of the car, Wang Zhifei was already waiting at the door. When he saw him, he trotted up and complained, "Uncle Song, didn't you say you wouldn't come? It's so cold that I'm waiting for you in the cold wind, you don't like me!" Guilty?"

"I didn't tell you to wait for me here, why do you feel guilty?" Song Chuan glanced at Wang Zhifei confidently.

Wang Zhifei's brows and eyes trembled instantly, and he grabbed Song Chuan's arm and asked cheerfully, "Your grievance value today has increased by several percentage points compared to last month. Sadako is almost willing to bow down! Who provoked you?" Song Chuan was in a bad mood. Well, he couldn't help but joke a few words.

"I'm in a good mood." Song Chuan said emphatically, but his expression was staring at the elevator door as if he was going to rush into the killing area.

Wang Zhifei glanced at him shyly and said, "Didn't you take a mirror to see your eyes? It looks like you're going to kill someone and set fire to it! Tell me, I won't even frown if I want to cut anyone down!" He said with confidence.But ridicule is all about ridicule, if Song Chuan really wants to kill people now, he will definitely bear the brunt of paying for the crime.But in fact, they are all civilized people, even if they retaliate, they will never use such a violent method.

"The bartender surnamed Kuang at Wuli Bar on Xiuyue Street." Song Chuan walked into the elevator without looking sideways.

Wang Zhifei thought for a while before realizing that Song Chuan was talking about the person he wanted to kill. He clicked his tongue and followed, "Why are you so narrow-minded? How many years ago do you still hold a grudge?"

Wang Zhifei, the bartender surnamed Kuang, remembered that Song Chuan had a fight with someone in the bar the year before last, and the reason for the fight seemed to be that the other party somehow offended Song Chuan's "brother", who was at ease.

Having known Song Chuan for six or seven years, Wang Zhifei has a thorough understanding of his temper.On the surface, Song Chuan always has an appearance of being humble and polite to everyone. It is true that he rarely embarrasses anyone, but the premise is that he does not touch his bottom line, and this bottom line is the son-in-law of Song Chuan's family who was raised as a married man. Yu Chenyuan, Song Chuan's future 'brother-in-law'.As long as Yu Chenyuan is involved in everything, it will become unreasonable to Song Chuan. Everything about Yu Chenyuan is absolute to Song Chuan. He feels that Song Chuan treats Yu Chenyuan like a cultist who has been fascinated by his mind. Yu Chenyuan is the cult god that Song Chuan believes in.

However, Song Chuan did not take it seriously.

Song Chuan turned a deaf ear to Wang Zhifei's teasing, Wang Zhifei changed the subject self-consciously and said, "Didn't you say you have to work overtime today? Why did you think about it? Work hard, work hard to make money, isn't it a model brother?"

Song Chuan doesn't want to mention Yu Chenyuan now, but Wang Zhifei's theme is always related to Yu Chenyuan. He directly smashed the courier box on Wang Zhifei's head, and Wang Zhifei called out unexpectedly. go out.

"Fuck! What did I say to offend you again?" Wang Zhifei walked out of the elevator angrily, his eyes were suddenly attracted by the express box Song Chuan hit him. Forget about the past for a second, and go grab the box in Song Chuan's hand.Song Chuan had sharp eyes and quick hands, and raised it high above his head, even standing on tiptoes he couldn't reach it.

"You're teasing a cat! I'm not so curious!" Wang Zhifei scolded angrily, only to realize that what he said was a bit too thoughtless after scolding.

"Yeah, I'm teasing you!" Song Chuan finally showed a smile on his face.

"I'll fuck you!" Wang Zhifei cursed, and Song Chuan had already reached the door of the private room with ease.

At this time, dinner was over and supper was not yet ready. Song Chuan came at a very bad time, but he didn't eat dinner, so he sat down and asked the waiter to add more food, and then he became unceremonious with the leftovers. He didn't care about the taste, he just wanted to be full .

"Song Chuan, did you just come back from Africa or something?" The man sitting opposite Song Chuan teased him when he saw his starving appearance.

Song Chuan glanced at him and smiled symbolically and replied, "Working overtime at night, I didn't have time to eat."

"Are you kidding? Didn't you say we were making rice worms together? Why do brothers like you go home to meet your parents!"

There are five people in the room. They are about the same age, and their family background is not bad. They have never worried about their future and food and clothing since they were young. Except for one who is two years older than them, the others are all in the same class as Song Chuan, and they are all graduating this year.Song Chuan and Wang Zhifei had a friendship from the front and rear seats of high school to the same dormitory of the university, although they didn't live in the dormitory for two days.

"The time you put in is not directly proportional to what you get. Do you think it's worth it to exchange a few credits for these few months?" Sitting opposite Song Chuan was Wang Zhifei's youngest, named Liu Yu, who was born in a huge His family started a company to make money right after college, and they didn't take their college diplomas seriously.

Song Chuan slowly finished the rice in the bowl, put down his chopsticks and replied, "We are different!"

Liu Yu put his legs down from the chair next to him, stared at him and asked, "What's different?"

"Target." Song Chuan stood up directly, not intending to continue talking nonsense with Liu Yu, "Let's go! Where are we going next?"

Liu Yu caught up and hooked Song Chuan's neck, "What's the rush! Tell me what your goal is first?"

Song Chuan replied very boldly: "My goal is to get drunk!"

There are very simple ways for people in their early twenties to vent, one is by roaring, the other is by drinking.They quarreled in a KTV for several hours and finally ended.

On the side of the road, Liu Yu rushed towards Song Chuan like a hungry tiger, and said like a bandit leader: "Xiao Chuanchuan, come and give me a hug, your little face is so pretty when you blush!" two people.

Song Chuan kicked the shameless Liu Yu away. He didn't know how much he drank. When he came out, his feet were a little soft, but his consciousness was very clear, and he didn't even forget the express box he had been holding.

Liu Yu, who was treated violently, rushed to Wang Zhifei again, "Wangcai, Xiao Chuanchuan won't give me a hug, please let me hug you!"

"Shut up, brother, and I'll shoot you to death if you tell brother Wangcai." Wang Zhifei also kicked Liu Yu away, so he dared to act as a uncle when Liu Yu was drunk.It is said that Wang Zhifei was nicknamed "Wangcai" when he was more than one year old. He played with the little brother Liu Yu next door for the first time. He was asked his name several times. It was regarded by Liu Yu as having the same name as his dog.

Since Wang Zhifei eats good food and doesn't drink well, he is the most sober among them. He can't wait to call a car for them, then pack the car and report the address to pay the fare.However, when it was Uncle Song's turn, the other party was not happy, hugged his neck and snorted, and refused to answer any questions. He was so angry that he wanted to tear Song Chuan's mouth off.

Just when Song Chuan's phone rang, Wang Zhifei found it out for him. He held it in his hand and clicked for a long time but failed to hit the answer button.Wang Zhifei couldn't bear to pick it up for him, and Song Chuan's mobile phone would not have a second name of "Brother" stored in his number.

Wang Zhifei only gave a hello to the phone when Yu Chenyuan's voice came from the receiver.

"What happened to Song Chuan?"

"He drank too much, and I was about to send him back."

"You are Zhifei? Where are you? I'll go pick him up."

Wang Zhifei glanced at Song Chuan, and understood that the reason why he refused to get in the car was probably waiting for the call, so he gave the address.Unexpectedly, Song Chuan, who was hanging on his shoulder and kept silent, slapped him away and said, "I can go back by myself."

Song Chuan took two steps on the street and nearly fell, but fortunately he held onto the light pole at a critical moment.

Wang Zhifei stuffed the phone back into his pocket and said, "Just pretend to me, you're so hypocritical!" Song Chuan suddenly stood up straight and let out a sound, as silent as an electric pole.Wang Zhifei was a little confused at the moment whether he was really drunk or pretended to be drunk.

Yu Chenyuan came very quickly, his car stopped on the side of the road about a quarter of an hour later, everyone else left, only Wang Zhifei and Song Chuan sat on the flower bed together, like two homeless vagabonds.

"Xiao Chuan!" Yu Chenyuan got out of the car and walked to the flower terrace. Song Chuan didn't move, but just stared at him blankly.On the contrary, Wang Zhifei, as if seeing a savior, hurriedly handed over Song Chuan and said, "Brother Chenyuan, you are finally here! My mission is completed, see you later!"

Yu Chenyuan supported Song Chuan, who was struggling, and asked Wang Zhifei, "What's wrong with him?" Song Chuan seldom drank alcohol, and even if he drank, he seldom got drunk.

Wang Zhifei paused and thought for two seconds before saying, "Probably, maybe, it seems that he has lost his love."

"Excuse me, where is your home? I'll see you off." Yu Chenyuan was still talking to Wang Zhifei, and Song Chuan hugged him tight like a sloth.

Wang Zhifei looked at the back of Song Chuan's head with twitching eyes and said, "Forget it, I've called a valet driver, you can take Uncle Song home as soon as possible! Well, comfort him!"

After Wang Zhifei left, Yu Chenyuan half-dragged Song Chuan into the passenger driver, fastened his seat belt and prepared to drive.Song Chuan suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him quietly, his eyes blurred, as if he was really drunk.

"Brother." Song Chuan murmured.

"Are you uncomfortable? Feel like vomiting?" Yu Chenyuan asked softly.Song Chuan shook his head, and he patted Song Chuan's head comfortingly, "Then sleep for a while, and I'll call you when we arrive."

Yu Chenyuan was about to close the car door, but Song Chuan grabbed his hand suddenly and was almost caught by the car door, but fortunately Yu Chenyuan pulled the door in time.

"What else?" Yu Chenyuan asked patiently.

Song Chuan stared at him blankly, then murmured again after a while, "Brother." His expression looked like he was about to cry.

"Huh?" Yu Chenyuan put Song Chuan's hand on his own thigh, and seriously waited for what Song Chuan had to say.

"The person I like is getting engaged, I want to cry!"