My aesthetic is out of tune with the world

A figure suddenly appeared on the indoor surveillance screen. The man came in from the door and was walking towards the bar. He looked a little like Chen Xijue at first glance.

Jiang Yan couldn't help moving the chair closer, looked carefully, then stood up and walked to the French window, opened the curtain and looked out.

He was on the second floor, condescending and could have a panoramic view of everything below through the glass window, and then Jiang Yan found that the man who looked like Chen Xijue took the elevator upstairs and entered the No. [-] private room——

Half an hour ago, more than a dozen young masters and princesses were called into the No. [-] private room to accompany the wine.

Lin Wan was slumped on the chair to support his body, with the back of his hands covering his eyes, and his cell phone stuck to his heart, mumbling something by himself, as if he was talking in sleep.

Jiang Yan felt that if he didn't tell him about Chen Xijue's arrival, when the other party got a green hat on his head, he would definitely die worse than Chen Keyuan.

"Hey, wake up wake up."

Jiang Yan thought that Lin Wan was sleeping, so he kicked him. Unexpectedly, his ankle suddenly hurt, and then he was thrown to the ground with great force, and fell to the ground like a rolling gourd.

This series of events happened so suddenly that no one could react.

"I rely on—!"

Jiang Yan was lying on the ground with his head stunned, and it took him a long time to react, then he gritted his teeth and looked at the culprit,

"You're fucking/on/drugs! Why did you hit me?!"

Lin Wan stood on the spot and snorted coldly, patted the folds of his clothes slowly, with some nympho displeasure on his face being interrupted,

"Long memory, if you dare to kick me next time, your pig's hoof will be broken."

"You're the fucking pig's trotter!"

Jiang Yan turned over and sat up from the ground, almost driven mad by this coquettish bitch who values ​​sex and despises friends.

"Chen Xijue also kicked you, why should I be beaten! Why and why!"

"He can kick, you can kick..."

Lin Wan leaned over, stretched out his index finger and approached him and shook it,

"No."

Jiang Yan: ...

#Qi to die in situ#

#On love can make people brain-dead to what extent? #

Out of some revenge mentality, Jiang Yan secretly decided to swallow the news. He got up from the ground as if nothing had happened, sat on the chair and pretended to continue playing the game. The monitor cuts the screen.

Hmph, let you poke my leg, if you dare to poke, I will give you a green hat!

He was in the dark, when suddenly there was a gloomy voice behind him,

"What are you pretending for? You think I didn't see him coming."

As soon as Jiang Yan turned around, he found that Lin Wan was staring at him expressionlessly, his heart skipped a beat.

"What am I pretending, who is here?"

Jiang Yan pretended to be stupid, and refused to admit it even if he was beaten to death.

"Chen Xijue."

Lin Wan moved the mouse and played back the surveillance, just in time to see Chen Yuzhi's figure flashing past in the corridor.

"You are so calm when you see it, aren't you afraid that he will find someone?"

As Jiang Yan said, he sneaked out again, so that someone would not realize that Qiu Hou would settle accounts.

"What's the use of being anxious, you can't rush up and scold the shrew."

Lin Wan spread his hands, his slender and fair fingers moved flexibly in the air, he smiled strangely at Jiang Yan,

"Extreme times require extraordinary means..."

Chen Yu came late, and when he went, there was already a lot of crying and howling in the box. Fang Qi was dancing with two beauties in his arms, with lipstick marks on his face.

I don't know who saw Chen Yuzhi, and then shouted,

"Hey, Young Master Jue, why did you come here? My buddy is almost out of wine."

Chen Yu raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "Then I'll punish you with three glasses of wine?"

After speaking, he found a seat on the sofa and sat down on his own, but he didn't intend to drink at all.

He didn't move, and no one dared to make him drink hard.

"Three cups are enough, but three bottles are enough."

Fang Qi squeezed over at some point, and his two brothers held Chen Yu straight on his shoulders, then snapped their fingers to the waiter beside him,

"A few more bottles of wine, didn't see if the table was empty, I didn't even have the slightest vision."

Fang Qi has yellow hair and looks like a bad person in society. He is wearing a fancy shirt and has hot eyes. Even a person with strange aesthetics like Chen Yuzhi will feel dizzy when he looks at it.

"Hey, I heard that the old man surnamed Chen is hospitalized? How is the situation? Can he survive? You have to be careful and keep the company. Chen Xiting's little Wang/eight/dan has his nostrils up all day. Look at people, cut, isn’t it just a few years of reading, what’s so awesome about it.”

Fang Qi is a chatterbox, and he spit out a lot of chatter, and Chen Yuzhi answered a few irrelevant questions,

"It's still lying in the hospital. I heard that it will be observed for a few days. I don't know the specific situation."

During the period, the waiter served a few bottles of wine, and Fang Qi was in a posture of pouring Chen Yu to death, while pouring and cliche,

"Then what are your plans in the future? How about it? Has the company's power been taken back?"

"That's it, what plans can I have, and one day is one day."

Chen Yuzhi had a very good capacity for alcohol, but after drinking a few glasses, he suddenly felt something was wrong, his head was a little dizzy, and his eyelids were fighting with sleepiness.

He was wondering if Fang Qi, the tortoise/grandson, had added ingredients to the wine, only to find that the other party collapsed on the sofa while talking, snoring loudly.

Chen Yu Zhishang still had a sliver of sanity, but it was useless, his hands and feet were so weak that he couldn't even speak, he found the door of the box opened in a daze, and then a vague figure walked towards him.