lonely patient

Jiang Han might have been bluffed by these two words, and looked at me dubiously.

I snorted, "You're kidding. Where is the white moonlight?"

Jiang Han murmured, and changed the subject, "Brother Yan, are you hungry? I'll go get something to eat."

I smiled and rubbed his hair: "Go."

It was late after the party, and I drank some wine and got dizzy, so I took a suite in the hotel downstairs.In the elevator, I met Li Botao, who was drunk, and was supported by his ex-girlfriend. The ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them was obvious, and it seemed that they were close to getting back together.

I twitched the corners of my mouth, unable to smile.

Other people's broken mirrors can be reunited, but here they are directly smashed into dross, smashed into ashes, leaving no room for it, what is the reason for this?

My alcohol capacity is average, and I accidentally drank a little too much at night, and I was already groggy in bed, and I couldn't see anything clearly.I only saw a person busy in and out, helping me take off my shoes and change clothes.

I grabbed his hand and dragged him down, pressed him on the bed and hugged him, murmuring indistinctly: "Let me hug..."

The person in my arms stopped moving, and not long after, I began to smell a sweet creamy pheromone.

Cream...not right.

"No." I pushed him away and shook my head, "It's not you."

The man spoke, and the voice was different from what I remembered: "Brother Yan, you are drunk."

Am I drunk?

I was drunk, otherwise I would not have thought of him.

I haven't thought of him for a long time.

……

A few days have passed like this, and one night I was hanging out with a group of familiar people in a familiar club. I checked my phone for a while, and saw Jiang Han's name listed on the trending search.

Director Zhang's film is about to be released, and he is currently on a road show. Jiang Han, one of the main creators, is also going along with him. I personally sent him to the airport the day before yesterday.

Click into the entry, it is actually related to me.

"Xiao Xianrou with the surname Jiang brought funds into the group, and the behind-the-scenes funder is suspected to be the ex-boyfriend of supermodel Lin Chen..."

Tsk, why did you bring Lin Chen into it?

This hot search was obviously premeditated for a long time.From the time Jiang Han and I went abroad to play, someone started secretly taking pictures, and recently went in and out of the hotel together, and accumulated enough evidence inside and out.

The other party did not dare to divulge my information, and only said that Jiang Han meddled in my relationship with Lin Chen, causing Lin Chen to commit suicide due to depression.

The emotions of netizens are the easiest to incite, and hot searches are quickly pushed to the front row.

However, the other party's goal was not Jiang Han, and the topic went back and forth to director Zhang's movie, which gradually turned into an overwhelming "boycott of "Silent Blue Wind Chimes".

Only then did I know what the movie Jiang Han made was called.

Luna's call came in at the right time, saying that the hot search was already being processed.

"Find out who is playing tricks." I pushed open the door of the box and walked to the corner of the corridor.

"Checking."

"Be careful when there is still public relations, and don't drag Lin Chen into the water."

Luna paused, "Got it."

I was about to say something when another call came in.I lowered my head and saw the two big words "Yan Zong" on the screen.

Yo, it's rare.

"I'll answer the phone and talk back."

After pressing the answer button, two cold voices came out from the phone: "Yan Qiao."

——Hearing this tone, it's not very good.

I'm not afraid, anyway, he never gave me any good looks since I was a child, and I've been used to it for a long time.

"Brother," I touched my nose and said indifferently.

Yan Song never talked to me too much, and hung up the phone after simply saying "I'll go home and call you if I need something".

I looked at the darkened screen and shrugged.

After more than half an hour from the club to home, when I went back, I saw that the house was brightly lit, and only Yan Song was sitting on the sofa in the huge living room, as if he was waiting for me specially.

I walked over and stood a few steps away, calling my brother.

He raised his eyes lightly and asked, "Drinking again?"

"Drink a little." I replied.

"Yan Qiao." Yan Song got up and walked in front of me, pressing a thick stack of photos on my chest, "It's been five years, is it enough?"

I took a cursory look at the photos, and it was much clearer than those on the hot search. There were those of me and Jiang Han, some of me and Lin Chen, and there were others before that. I can’t remember the names.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Yan Song continued: "No matter how much you spent on buying these photos, let's just talk about today's hot search. I invested [-] million in this movie. Do you know how much I will lose by making such a fuss?"

I don't think Yan Song would care about this little money, he must have something else to say when he called me back today.

I threw the photo on the coffee table, raised my eyes and looked at him: "How much is the loss, I will be accounted for."

"Forget it on your account... where did your money come from!"

Yan Song's voice suddenly increased, and he grabbed my collar, the veins on his forehead were bulging, I haven't seen him so angry for a long time.

"Tell me what you've been doing for the past few years, drinking and drinking, eating and dying, and do you know the company's monthly profit and loss!"

"You still have the face to say it's up to you, without Yan Jia, you're nothing!"

It is said that alcohol strengthens courage.Looking at the furious Yan Song, I didn't feel scared or ashamed, and I even wanted to laugh a little.

"It's not the first day you know that I'm a waste. You won't be able to wait a few years, and the entire Yan Family is yours. Why care about this little money with me now?"

After saying this, Yan Song was completely enraged.Before I could see how he made the shot, I was punched heavily and fell to the ground, and my head hit the solid wood coffee table with a bang.When I came to my senses, I only heard buzzing in my ears, and the left side of my face was also in hot pain. I opened my mouth to speak, but my mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

"Is it the money I'm fucking worrying about with you!" Yan Song pointed at me and cursed.

"You said that you want to go to school in China, and the offer from a famous foreign school is gone. Okay, I agree."

"You said that you don't want a family marriage, but want to marry an omega who has no power or power, okay, I agree."

"From childhood to adulthood, when have I left you alone?"

"You feel bad when Xu Yang died, I understand, I'll give you time to adjust, and you, what the hell have you done!"

"Shut up!" Hearing those two words, I yelled at Yan Song reflexively.

The air was quiet for a few seconds. Looking at each other, I saw the indifference and sarcasm in Yan Song's eyes.

He smiled coldly and asked, "It's already Yan Qiao, what the hell are you pretending to be a lover?"

He walked two steps forward in front of me, knelt down and pulled me up from the ground, "If you really missed him, you wouldn't be fooling around with people the night before his funeral!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the photos on the coffee table and threw them on my face, "I should really burn these photos to Xu Yang, and let him see that Yan Qiao who gave up his career and family business for his sake, wouldn't it be the same without him? Be smart and happy!"

The photos scattered away, blurring my vision.Like the grotesque slow motion in a movie, frame by frame flashed before my eyes.

Yan Song loosened my clothes and stood up, returning to his usual indifferent look, looked down at me, and said, "Get lost, the Yan family doesn't support useless people."