The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

"It's so strong, you still give her a drink."

"Just a little bit, it's okay."

I'm all right... my head is so heavy...

"What time is it, Ge Han?" Even though she was unconscious, An Jing still remembered the door control that Ge Zijie set up, "The director asked me to go back at eleven..."

The distant voice became closer, and Ge Han clung to An Jing's ear, "You're drunk, I'll take you to the bathroom."

Why do I go to the bathroom when I'm drunk...and... am I drunk?She can clearly hear her voice, and she can speak quickly, is she drunk?

Chapter 33

Ge Zijie didn't leave, and told the driver to pull over and park the car, leaning back against the chair and waiting for the time to pass.

The lighting was turned off by herself, and the darkness made the quiet and narrow space look a little scary, but Ge Zijie liked this feeling, which gave her time to think about what she should do next.

Faced with the favorite thing that doesn't want to let go, what method can be used to keep her firmly in the side? There may be many overbearing and direct methods, but she is fascinated by the delicate and vivid vitality of the flowers, so she can only pretend to be a tender gardener. Crushed the terrible impulsive desire into a little bit of patience to fertilize and water.

Glancing at the brightly colored bar signboard, Ge Zijie smiled, feeling sad for his positionless possessiveness.

The alarm bell at eleven o'clock rang, and lurking wild beasts appeared in the dark night.

Stepping into the door of the bar with short boots on, Ge Zijie scanned the place with his eyes, but couldn't find the figure in his memory. She went straight to the bar, where the proprietress was half leaning on the table talking and laughing with the guests.

"Hello." Ge Zijie bent his index finger and tapped on the table, "Did you see a girl with light blonde hair, white clothes and black pants, and very fair skin?"

The sound like a bell hammer was very present, and the proprietress had to look at Ge Zijie. Unlike other guests, she didn't have a smile on her face, the line from the back of the ear to the neck was very straight, and her stance was also meticulous. Coupled with the business-like tone just now, those who didn't know thought it was JC who came looking for trouble.

"An Jing?" The proprietress read out the name accurately, "I saw her being helped by Ge Han to the toilet just now, she must have drunk too much..."

Before she could speak, a black shadow flickered in front of her eyes, and when she looked again, the cold-faced woman had disappeared from her eyes.

"It's okay." Ge Han helped An Jing stand up, and passed by the bar to the bathroom away from the sound of music.

An Jing felt her palm on her shoulder was hot, and pushed it away with a little discomfort, "Ge Han, I don't go to the bathroom, I have to go back."

Ge Han squeezed Kong Luoluo's right hand, stretched her out again, grabbed An Jing and pulled her back, "Answer me a question, and I'll let you go back."

An Jing flicked her wrists, but found that Ge Han's strength was stronger than expected, so she simply gave up struggling and leaned her back against the cold wall to radiate her hot body temperature. She closed her eyes and said, "Ask."

"Does my sister like you?"

It was the first time An Jing saw Ge Han's serious eyes, but the question she asked was too absurd in An Jing's eyes, "It's impossible for the director to like me."

"What about you." Ge Han moved closer to her, "You don't feel anything about her, do you?"

The blood in the pulse was swimming violently, An Jing took a deep breath, suppressed the trembling in her chest, and said seriously: "Ge Han, how can asking these questions help you? Just now you said it was just a question, and I answered it. Let me go."

"How can it help me..." Ge Han lowered his head and let out a low laugh, with some sarcasm, "Can't you see, I fucking like you, I want to like you like that!"

There was a madness in Ge Han's eyes that made An Jing feel strange, and An Jing looked back at her quietly, as usual.

"Ge Han, you are the one who got drunk."

"I?"

Ge Han tightened the strength in her hands, An Jing's wrists were reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her wrist bones were dull and painful. She lowered her eyes and saw Ge Han's other trembling hand clenched into a fist beside her. speak out.

The first meeting with Ge Han was in the studio, she practiced until late and left, just in time to see Ge Han sitting alone on the stairs waiting for someone.

She turned her back to An Jing, her whole face was stuffed in her arms, and she occasionally let out low sobs. An Jing seldom meddled in other things, but remembering that she was Ji Yuan's friend, she turned around and said something , "Ji Yuan didn't come today."

Ge Han raised his head when he heard the voice, his eyes were red and swollen, "Why is she like this! She agreed to invite me to dinner."

An Jing didn't expect this person to cry like that one second, and howl and start swearing at others the next second. Emotional people are really fickle.

"Then I... go first."

"Wait." Ge Han grabbed the corner of her clothes, looked up at An Jing with a pitiful look, "Why don't you treat me to dinner."

An Jing is still rushing to work, and more importantly... "I have no money."

"I was kicked out by my parents and didn't eat breakfast or lunch."

"...Would you like a sandwich? There is a convenience store downstairs."

So An Jing exchanged seven and a half yuan for Ge Haner's 10-minute scolding talk show. Very detailed complaints.

But An Jing didn't know until a long time later that the annoying spirit in Ge Han's mouth was Ge Zijie who had a paralyzed face all day long.