On the second day of the wedding, Sheng Congyun smashed the TV in the ward, and she couldn't stand the endless broadcast of the picture of the prosperous wedding in front of her eyes. It's like Jiang Yingxue standing in front of her silently showing off, showing off her happiness.

Such an indifferent and vicious woman, who can't be saved when she sees death, why can't she get retribution and live such a good life?

She sneaked out while the nurse was taking care of the ward.

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Li Qian poured wine one after another, surrounded by a group of demons dancing wildly and twisting their waists, and under the flickering lights, the wine was refracted into different colors.

He squinted, leaned back into the sofa tiredly, poured another sip of wine into his mouth, his eyes were hazy, and he looked at the stage in the distance, and those figures, under his sight, turned into flickering circles of light, and gradually began to become unclear.

Some women came over to tease him, but they were all thrown away by his irritability. The owner of the bar knew his background, and when he saw him, he immediately had the urge to get angry, so he immediately drove everyone away and guarded him personally, for fear that this uncle would be unhappy and smash his business.

Sheng Congyun had vowed never to walk into this kind of place again in her life, but she didn't expect that in just one year, she walked in again.

The wound on her forehead was not yet healed, and she was covered with heavy gauze, and she was wearing the skirt she had worn a week earlier, and she was wrapped in a makeshift coat, and she walked in straight. His eyes scanned back and forth around, and he was uneasy in his heart, for fear that a groping pig hand would reach out from somewhere and grab her the next moment.

She called Li Qian and turned off the phone. I went to Li Qian's residence in Dongshan again, but there was no trace of him, and finally called his friend, the bar owner, only to learn that he was drunk here.

The flustered gaze finally relaxed when it fell on the wide back of the bar, she pursed her lips and walked over, dragged Li Qian, who was already drunk, and said in a low voice: "Li Qian, how are you?" ”

"Huh?" Li Qian raised his head from the bar in a daze, squinted at her, shook his head and asked, "Who are you, I, I don't know you, you go away!" As soon as he shook her off, the smell of wine in his nose made Sheng Congyun feel splitting, and his already pale face turned even paler.

Stumbled two steps and hit the chair behind her, Sheng Congyun was also annoyed, she sneered and grabbed the wine glass and splashed it on Li Qian's face, the cold wine made him sober up a little, she sneered, "Li Qian, what's wrong, you can't stand Jiang Yingxue's marriage, you ran here alone to borrow wine to kill your sorrows, right?" But who can see you? Jiang Yingxue? She is only afraid that she is mixing oil with your uncle now, and she will be turned into a red wave! ”

Li Qian's eyes were slightly cold, he clenched his fists, stared at her, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "Shut up!" ”

Sheng Congyun sneered, but she still refused to let him go, she was fed up with the shadow of Jiang Yingxue in her life, so she simply said it all today.

"What, this can't stand it? I'm not done yet! Li Qian, listen! She poked his chest with her index finger, her eyes were cold, "You said that you haven't touched Jiang Yingxue since you married her, right?" It's good now, it's all cheaper for your uncle, and he is afraid that he doesn't know how to thank you for raising your noble hand! Hahaha! She laughed maniacally, and her pale face was very hideous.

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