Chapter 117

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Chapter 117

Yao Yuwen did not lie down to rest after Jian Xuantong left. Instead, she stayed in the wine cellar at home and drank a lot of wine. By the second half of the night, she had forgotten how many times she had vomited and how long she had been crying. Now The embarrassment after waking up reminded Yao Yuwen how many ridiculous things she had done last night.

Standing in front of the mirror, Yao Yuwen glanced at her pale face. She now had dark circles under her eyes that could not be covered by makeup. Her eyes were swollen and uglier than a goldfish. In addition, she had messy hair and a whole body. Yao Yuwen sneered at the smell of alcohol. She felt that in her current state, even if she went out to beg for food, someone would probably look at her and reward her with a few dollars.

After laughing at herself, Yao Yuwen took a few headache pills from the drawer, swallowed them, went to the bathroom, took a shower, and put on makeup. It's just that she cried so much yesterday that her eyes couldn't be swollen for a while, and it was obvious that she was wearing makeup. Yao Yuwen could only find a pair of sunglasses and put them on her face, barely covering her embarrassment.

Yao Yuwen is not an optimistic person, because some things that happened since she was a child have always made her thoughts very pessimistic, even absurd. Her attitude toward Atong last night was bad, even unreasonable. Obviously their relationship no longer allowed her to do that anymore, but while she was drunk, she still couldn't help but do some behavior that she couldn't understand.

In just one morning, Yao Yuwen decided to forget what happened yesterday, as well as her own uselessness and disappointment these days. She should have known a long time ago that it would not be so easy for Atong to get back together with her. It had only been a month. Yao Yuwen, what are you so anxious about? You've been waiting for three years, can't you still not survive this period of time with Atong here? After saying this to herself in her heart, Yao Yuwen regained her energy. She stood by the door and listened to the movement on the other side. Just before Jian Xuantong was about to go out, she walked out in advance and cleverly created a meeting.

After going back last night, Jian Xuantong didn't sleep well. She was very worried about Yao Yuwen. Although she had closed the door for her before leaving, she was worried about whether Yao Yuwen would be in danger if she was alone at home. After drinking so much alcohol, what should I do if I felt unwell in the middle of the night? Various worries kept Jian Xuantong awake.

She suddenly felt that if the relationship between the two of them was a little better, she might be able to go see Yu Wen. Such thoughts gave Jian Xuantong a sense of crisis. Like Yao Yuwen, Jian Xuantong was not someone who liked to look back. She didn't know what distance she should keep from Yao Yuwen now, but it was inappropriate to stay at Yao Yuwen's house at night. of.

"A Tong, I'm sorry. I drank too much last night and caused you a lot of trouble. I shouldn't have vomited on you, right?" Yao Yuwen apologized softly, but felt that such an apology seemed too unfamiliar, so she couldn't help but Added a sentence at the end. "It's no trouble, no trouble. Please drink less in the future." In fact, Jian Xuantong still had a lot of caring things to say in her heart, but she held them back. Jian Xuantong was indeed worried about Yao Yuwen, but she had no need to let him know.

"No, I don't often go to bars to drink. Yesterday was an exception." Yao Yuwen heard Jian Xuantong's instructions and hurriedly explained that she didn't want A Tong to think that she was an alcoholic. Hearing her words and seeing her anxious look, Jian Xuantong didn't know what to say, so she just gave a faint hum and walked towards the elevator. Seeing that she had no intention of answering, Yao Yuwen was a little disappointed. She lowered her head and followed behind in frustration.

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