obsessed with love

Chapter 38 The Melancholy Prince
At that time, Mo Youting was pretending to be a "melancholy little prince" to sit quietly with her, when suddenly she was such a crowd, all the expressions on his face froze, and he had to pause for a while before returning to his senses.

"Hey, don't take you to bury people like this. If you want to scold, you can scold those who offend you. Don't beat them to death. What do you mean 'you rich people'?"

"Where did I go wrong? I thought that I could grab other people's things at will with a few stinky money, trample on other people's dignity, even borrow some money, get divorced, and find a disgusting reason to fire other people, the whole fucking gang grandson!"

Du Ruo's cursing and cursing became chaotic, his emotions were completely out of control, and the energy bar of the small universe gradually weakened. Finally, his eyes were red, and all the words behind were swallowed by a hoarse voice. He simply buried his head again, hugged his knees, and let Covering his cheeks with his hair.

Mo Youting saw that her eyes suddenly turned red without warning, and was a little at a loss. He tentatively pushed his elbow against her shoulder, and asked, "Hey... what's the matter? Divorced, who offended you?"

"Jiang Hao, that bastard Jiang Hao, he... found a woman outside. Just last Wednesday, your bar had a soft opening. On the night when Xiao Ran and I went to drink at your place, I came home from a business trip. He and that woman were caught I was caught raped in bed, and now Jiang Hao wants to divorce me...Let’s just leave, and even find a gangster to drug me, have you ever seen such a disgusting man? And...and...I was just raped by the shameless new boss today Fired, within a week, I lost my husband, my job, and everything..."

Du Ruo's crying became uncontrollable, and he expressed all the grievances in his heart through his eight-point drunkenness.

In fact, she knew that the man next to her didn't have much friendship with her, but for some reason, it might be because he was too tired and felt too uncomfortable, or it might be because the smile on his face had the magic power to confide in, or alcohol was just too amazing , can give birth to all the hidden grievances and pains in the heart, anyway, anyway, Du Ruo just cried out like a child, with a lot of tears and snot, and made a sad statement, with a pitiful expression on his face,

A big tear fell down like a broken bead, smudged into a spot on the dark ground, this situation, this person, really made Mo Youting feel bad.

But Mo Youting is not good at comforting people by nature, with this kind of skin, only others can coax him, and he will not be able to coax others, so at this moment, he can only pat Du Ruo's shoulder indiscriminately, shouting: " Hey, hey, don't cry..."

He really panicked, and covered her shoulders that were trembling from crying with his palms, but Du Ruo was crying more and more violently, and Mo Youting had no choice but to grit his teeth and put She hugged her into her arms and said: "Hey, Du Ruo, let's stop crying, okay?"

That tone seemed to be coaxing a child.

But Du Ruo ignored him, and burrowed into his arms like a monkey, rubbing his nose and tears all over his well-made shirt, and finally a fishy smell came out of his throat.

"Eh..." With a sound, he vomited all the wine and materials on Mo Youting's body...

"Hey!" Mo Youting jumped up with a whoosh, the front of his shirt was already covered with disgusting vomit, but when he jumped like this, Du Ruo fell down like a young sapling that lost his balance. Being hugged by Mo Youting, Jun frowned coldly, and muttered helplessly: "You really know how to vomit! If you can't drink, don't be brave..." Before he finished speaking, the second mouthful sprayed all over his pants smoothly …

"Du Ruo!" The good-tempered Mr. Mo finally couldn't bear it anymore, and wished he could slap her faintly, but Du Mei's lips pouted, and Mr. Mo's temper immediately faded away.

"Get up!" He stretched out his hand to pull her up from the ground, but now Dumei was as drunk as a fool, halfway through standing, she sat down on her buttocks, yelling, "I can't stand, leg cramps... leg cramps..."

"you…"

"Hold me, hold me...Jiang Hao, hold me..."

The sound of "Jiang Hao" instantly extinguished Mo Youting's good mood for the night. In the end, he became ruthless, and regardless of the dirt on his clothes, he really hugged Du Ruo in his arms.

(End of this chapter)