Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Chapter 95: How to Make Money as a Small Anchor 28

In the dimly lit bar box, empty bottles of wine were scattered everywhere.

"I can't drink anymore. I really want to go to the hospital to have my stomach pumped."

Chen Si snatched the bottle of wine from Jiang Shunchuan's hand and put it as far away as possible.

Zhao Wenshi, who was sitting on the other side, also disagreed: "Isn't she just a woman? If she's worth your life and death, just find another one."

Both of them grew up friends with Jiang Shunchuan and had the same social circles, so they knew each other well. When they learned that Jiang Shunchuan suddenly went to the neighboring city and had not returned for several months, they took the initiative to ask and found out that this guy had a girlfriend.

Among the three, Jiang Shunchuan was the last to wake up. He didn't even know how many girlfriends he had, but Jiang Shunchuan was still fiddling with his motorcycle all day long.

So after learning that he had a girlfriend, they both rushed over in a hurry to see who had gotten him.

As a result... what I saw was the magical scene of Jiang Shunchuan being dumped and getting drunk alone in the bar.

Zhao Wenshi also didn't understand: "Jiang Shunchuan, it's meaningless if you do this."

People like them always have a lot of women who come to them on their own initiative. Even if you look disgusting, as long as you have a wealthy family, no one dares to ignore it. If they really open up to you, they will lose.

Unexpectedly, there really was a Jiang Shunchuan who plunged headfirst into it.

"You don't understand." Jiang Shunchuan picked up the wine bottle that fell on the ground, tilted his head back and took a sip.

He now felt a chill in his heart, as if there was a big hole in his heart, and the cold wind was rushing in, chilling him to the bone.

Only the febrile alcohol could save him briefly.

But that was only a physical warming. Jiang Shunchuan wanted to forget everything, but his mind was surprisingly clear.

The words Meng Qing had said to him seemed to still echo in his ears, lingering like someone was playing them on a loop with a loud speaker. Every time they were repeated, the pain in his heart returned.

Zhao Wenshi: "I don't understand, but you're not going to just let it go like this, are you?"

Chen Si knew that he had no taboos in his actions, so he quickly said, "Don't get involved."

"No, you two still have no backbone. You have been bullied to the point of being bullied." Zhao Wenshi's narrow eyes slightly closed, "I can find some people to beat her up, and it won't leave any traces."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up and saw Jiang Shun, who had just been lying on the sofa drinking, no longer wanted the bottle. He stood up and glared at him with a frown, as if he wanted to skin him alive.

"Don't touch her."

Zhao Wenshi was so angry that he couldn't breathe, and he said, "You deserve it for me meddling in other people's business."

Jiang Shunchuan fell down again as if nothing had happened, picked up the wine bottle on the ground again and tried to get himself drunk. Chen Si wanted to step forward to stop him, but was stopped by Zhao Wenshi.

"Let him drink."

Zhao Wenshi picked up the bottle from the table, clinked glasses with Jiang Shunchuan, and drank it in one gulp: "I'll drink with you today. After this night, you should forget about that woman. I'll find you a better one then."

Jiang Shunchuan covered his eyes with one hand: "Drink."

In the end, even Chen Si, who was always rational, joined in, and the situation completely got out of control.

Jiang Shunchuan, who had no idea how much he had drunk, stumbled onto the sofa, took out his cell phone and angrily blocked someone.

"I don't like her, no more."

Zhao Wenshi and Chen Si were clapping drunkenly below.

"pretty."

"it is good!"

Jiang Shunchuan, who had just finished making a bold statement, suddenly lost his balance and fell off the sofa, with his large head stuck in the gap between the sofa and the table.

Under the dim light, the young man's eyes turned red, as if he was about to cry.

He muttered meaninglessly: "I don't care about your love, I don't forgive..."

Finally, he became drowsy and lost consciousness.

Chen Si and Zhao Wenshi carried the man out, each holding one arm, and the three of them staggered on the road.

Chen Si asked the unconscious Jiang Shunchuan: "Where do you live?"

Jiang Shunchuan, who was originally drunk, waved his hands as if in response to stress, and Zhao Wenshi almost couldn't hold him, and they both fell to the ground.

"I won't go back. I don't want to go back."

"Liar! Big liar!"

Jiang Shunchuan's voice gradually became louder and he shouted in one direction.

A few people on the roadside couldn't help but look over here.

Chen Si held down Jiang Shunchuan's arm as he tried to wave it: "Don't scream."

Jiang Shunchuan is unreasonable now and is totally out of control.

Zhao Wenshi said: "Just send him to the hotel."

Jiang Shunchuan vomited twice that night and almost demolished the hotel in the middle of the night because of his drunkenness.

When I woke up again, I had a splitting headache.

Looking up, I saw the messy hotel room, with the quilt scattered on the floor, a hair dryer hanging on the head of the bed, and a cup of water lying on another pillow.

Jiang Shunchuan rubbed his swollen forehead uncomfortably, searched everywhere, and finally found the cell phone under the pillow.

As soon as it is opened, it is the chat interface with Meng Qing.

The latest news is still "Let's break up", with nothing below.

No apology, no explanation.

Half an hour later, Jiang Shunchuan silently clicked the chat box.

——If you apologize, I can be less angry.

The finger hovering over the send button did not move for a long time, and Jiang Shunchuan deleted the words that seemed to show weakness.

Meng Qing was the one who did something wrong. Why did he take the initiative to send the message?

Jiang Shunchuan placed the cell phone in front of him and stared at it for half the morning. He saw double in his eyes and the cell phone automatically turned off, but he still didn't receive any messages.

The cabinet beside the bed was kicked, making a thumping sound.

In his frenzy, Jiang Shunchuan completely forgot about what he did to the black man yesterday.

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The house has poor sound insulation, and sometimes even the quickened footsteps of people upstairs can be heard.

But after one night, Song Xun did not hear the sound of the door opening from the opposite side.

Jiang Shunchuan did not return home all night.

Song Xun was not in a very good spirits in the morning, with a faint trace of blue under his eyes, perhaps because he was worried about the mission. Thinking this way, he was still very dedicated.

996 should not always be used to condemn him.

Song Xun ordered takeout for lunch. Although he usually advocates the "Clean Plate" campaign, he shamelessly wasted food today.

I don't want to force myself to eat it.

Song Xun prepared to go back to bed to catch up on some sleep. He attributed his abnormality to not sleeping well.

After lying in bed for an hour, I still couldn't fall asleep.

Song Xun got up from the bed, opened the door, and knocked on the door of 1204 again.

Maybe he missed it.

I knocked three times, but no one answered.

Song Xun lowered his head and returned to his room.

The live broadcast will start on time at 6 o'clock in the evening.

——The host looks a little haggard today.

——I’ve been taking leave a lot recently, and I’m not happy about it.

——You don’t look very well. Did something happen?

Song Xun pursed his lips and smiled at the camera, his voice a little dry: "Something happened recently, and I didn't sleep well last night..."

A watchful heart blooms in the live broadcast room.

I looked at the ID and it was number two on the list in the live broadcast room.

"Thank you 1337 for the gift."

Song Xun's voice sounded a little weak.

There are 1337 comments in the barrage.

——Say sorry to me.

Some of the requests were strange, but for fans who sent gifts, Song Xun would not refuse some small requests that were not excessive.

"sorry."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.