Miss Lai and her lawyer wife

Jiang Zhen turned around and left quickly, really didn't want to stay here for a moment.Staying here longer will only make her hate the Jiang family more.She is very extreme, and she hates one thing, which is to completely deny it.There's never a compromise, just hate one, or both.Just like she hates her parents, it is the same to deny it together with the whole family.

She suddenly felt that the corridor outside the meeting room on the top floor was so quiet, so quiet that she wanted to sort out and release the complicated emotions buried in her heart for many years.

But...can't.she has to endure...

on the street.

She didn't know where she should go, she was confused, and she always came out of nowhere.She looked at the flowers, plants, people and objects on the street... This is the place where she has lived for 30 years, familiar yet unfamiliar.She knew that after she said that sentence, the company has nothing to do with her from now on, and she would never want to go back to her mother's house. Now there are only two roads before her, one is to live in the yard she prepared for herself in the early years, and take With hundreds of millions of deposits, he lives on his laurels.One is to go back to the apartment and continue to be with my lover.Before she had no hesitation in choosing... the second option, but now... she hesitated.Is it right or wrong to do this, and when she doesn't know whether she can win the world, a kind of fear that she can't explain... She has never had it before, and it almost came to her heart together with confusion.That sudden sense of powerlessness... I don't know what to do.

("Ainian...what should I do? Am I doing the right thing? What will I do...to get involved? Huh...forget it, let's go home first! Take one step at a time.") Emotional like her, she always obeys herself heart.

Jiang family.

This is probably the last time I set foot in this place... Jiang Zhen thought to himself.

But the moment he stepped into the door, he saw his old mother sitting at a slightly crude wooden table, holding a piece of cross stitch in her hand, embroidering it stitch by stitch.She was suddenly in a daze... It seemed that nothing had changed, and those things had never happened... But the next second... Liu Liping met her cloudy eyes and told herself clearly that all this had happened.My sister died, my nephew went to jail, my company was sidelined, and I broke up with my family...

"I just came back to get something. I got something and I left."

The tone is unfamiliar... not even as good as a guest from outside.Liu Liping also bowed her head and ignored her.

Entering my former bedroom, I looked at the laptop still lying on the table, with several USB drives next to it.This is what she came back for.She quickly picked up a few clothes and a few novels she had read. She didn't have much nostalgia for this family.

"Where are we going next?" I said to myself.

("How about... go to "Lan Mei"?")

The answer has been given naturally in my heart.Just go as you please!

Blue Charm Bar.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Little trumpet? Today you...?"

"It's me. Tell me, what do you want? I'll tune it for you."

"Short drink. Give me a recommendation."

"Drink the wine quickly, and forget the bad things quickly. How about a martini?"

"random."

"Look at your posture... Are you going to be late at night?"

"Anyway, I don't know where to go...it doesn't seem appropriate to go anywhere."

"Have you brought enough money?"

"No."

"Tsk... just wait for me."

"Hey! Sister Li, your little girlfriend came to drink with me without enough money. Look... do you want to come pick her up?"

"Go to your place to drink?"

"what."

"I said why don't you come back... Wait a minute, I'll drive. You can give her a few drinks first, and I'll pay for it."

"Good! Hurry up."

"Martini...I won't adjust it with you yet."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Nothing, I was just afraid you were drunk. How about you make a mojito now?"

"...Fake wine, what's the point of putting some soda in it?"

"Then...sister, what do you want?"

"Have a cup of zombie."

"Zombie?! Sister... this is not appropriate..."

"If you are asked to adjust, you can adjust it! I can also be regarded as an old customer of yours."

"No! This has nothing to do with old and old customers... it's just... well... forget it."

"I just want to get drunk once so hard?"

"..." ("I see...you don't drink, you're already drunk.")

.........

In fact, she only drank a little in the end...but this little...is enough to make her...

"How do you adjust this for her? It's not like you don't know how high the degree is?!"

"She insisted on clamoring for it... I am wronged, Sister Li."

"No... I... Ah Dian... take me home..."

"Let yourself die!"

"Go home..." Still raving.

"Okay, okay...don't spit it out."

"Sister, boiled water." Little Trumpet knew that he had done something wrong, so he could only offer water courteously.

"I don't think I need it now. I'm already dizzy."

"..."

("I'm sorry...I wasn't there when you needed me most...never again.")

The author has something to say:

Here is an introduction to the origin of the zombie cocktail: the protagonist of the story is a successful American businessman named Donn Beach, who owns a restaurant called "Donthe Beachcomber" in Hollywood. One afternoon in 1934, a friend of DonnBeach was flying from Los Angeles to San Francisco. Before leaving, DonnBeach invited him to a restaurant and specially made a new cocktail for him to taste.The friend was almost drunk after drinking three drinks in a row, and was finally carried to the plane.A few days later, a friend returned and told Donn Beach that "I felt like I had turned into a zombie on the plane", and the "Zombie" cocktail got its name from this.The story quickly spread, and at the 1939 New York World's Fair, the "Zombie" rose to fame and entered the ranks of world-renowned cocktails in one fell swoop.So if you don’t drink well, don’t try to die~