C360 Thousands of Cups Without Drunkenness

Three minutes later, they were standing in front of Ann Qianxi, clinking the glass until it rang.

Millet once again took out an exquisite gown from the cabinet and carefully folded it into the suitcase. His handsome face was buried in half of the light, his home was also covered by heavy curtains, and the other half was blocked by the sunlight.

Outside this 20 square meters bedroom, a middle-aged woman's voice came out early in the morning. Because the sound was not good, the voice easily pierced through the thin media and pierced the ear drums, "Oh, your company doesn't hire anyone anymore. Aiya, although I'm 52, but I have strength … …" "Aiyo, 2,500 is fine too …"

Two minutes later, he hung up, followed by the sound of dishes being washed, the sound of the microwave and the sound of cooking, the constant closing of the kitchen and porch doors, and the voice of the middle-aged woman that everyone could hear in what she thought was a low voice.

"Aiyo, tomorrow, tomorrow quickly find me a job, no, just look at him, he doesn't seem to be good. "I didn't come back last night at 11: 30, so I didn't go to sleep until 1: 00 in the morning. Do you want to go to bed for the rest of the day?" With a creaking sound, Millet's father opened the microwave, took out last night's food from inside, and then began to eat. His voice was also mixed with the sound of chewing food, "Stop nagging, we'll talk about it in two days."

The middle-aged woman let out a deep sigh, and the bowl landed on the table with a clatter. Millet smashed his room and listened to everything that happened on the other side of the wall without any expression. It was a scene that happened almost every day, and Millet was already used to it.

Millet's family was very special. Not only did they have him, his parents, his uncle, and his aunt … If there was a group of people in this world called "Call to the center of the world for love," then his mother was definitely the pinnacle of this group. The rope of selfless love that she had poured into for so many years allowed her to circle the earth three times by hand.

Millet's mother must have been a descendant of the yellow cover in her previous life. She loved to feed Zhou Yu's descendants, diligently letting out her own blood — to a group of moaning vampires.

Although Millet's mother would criticize him as "a person unworthy of being a Mi family member if he speaks like that", but from the perspective of a bystander, his own brother and sister were already married, and he even had to reach out to his sister like a baby waiting to be fed. This kind of help would last for three to five years, pay money, and spend energy on it, so you wouldn't think Millet was mean.

Millet wanted to ask the people around him, if you have an uncle who gambles with you and an aunt who is sick from being caught in your house for three to five years, how would you feel?

If you can be as selfless as Millet's mother and open up your blood vessels for the vampires to drink, then Millet admires you.

If you say no, then congratulations, you just did what a normal person should do.

Millet put the big bag of clothes in the suitcase, picked up his bag and left as soon as he opened the door. Millet's mom yelled at the same time, "Little brat, you can leave if you don't want to eat …"

Millet expressionlessly slammed the door, leaving behind his stunned parents. He walked out of the gray building and took a deep breath. The small wheel of the luggage cut a diagonal mark on the snow-white ground, like cutting a cake.

Millet stood at the bus stop and waved for a long time. When a taxi arrived, he opened the trunk, put his luggage in and sat in the front passenger seat. A minute later, the car disappeared into the white fog.

Winter, 10 AM.

In twenty minutes, Millet would appear in the high-class white-collar lady's apartment in Dragon City on time. He didn't know about his family, didn't know how he obtained everything that was happening in front of him, anyway, in Millet's eyes, he only recognized one logic: Don't worry about how big you are, just don't live in someone else's grace without a doubt.

Sometimes you have to be a little bit of someone who lives under someone else's roof. Don't take someone else's help as a matter of course, or you'll look really annoying every time you're 100% at home.

It was snowing again.

The weather turned cold. After Ou Ney finished a glass of champagne, his face flushed. He laid his head on his arms on the table. His eyes were like shining ink, no one knew what he was looking at.

Ye Yuni, who was beside him, was already drunk. She started a personal attack on Jia Wanrou for being so sarcastic and sarcastic. Of course, most of the time, Jia Wanrou wouldn't be able to hear it.

Ou Ney stood up, shook his body a little, walked towards the bathroom, walked through the long corridor, and almost bumped into a woman. Ou Ney stood up, swayed his body a little, walked to the bathroom, walked through the long corridor, and almost bumped into a woman.

Drops of water trickled down his cheeks and into the red eyes in the mirror.

"I miss you." Ou Ney rubbed his eyes and forced a smile at himself in the mirror.

The phone in the restaurant's washroom rumbled very loudly. His thought was as weak as a needle falling into a vast ocean that no one could hear.

Ye Yuni and Zhu Zhu, who were holding glasses of wine high up in the room, and Jia Wanrou, who had a pink pillow that came out of nowhere, said, "Aiyo, this is so cute, it suits my temperament."

Ann Qianxi suddenly thought of something like a nightmare. When they were still not too familiar with each other, Ye Yuni had taken Jia Wanrou to massage her. Ann Qianxi and Chi Shaojun weren't completely familiar with each other yet. At that time, Ann Qianxi felt weak and even suffocated.

Ann Qianxi could recover from the sadness of losing Chi Shaojun temporarily, all due to Ye Yuni's credit. In Ye Yuni's world, if a person without a goal was immersed in sadness for a long time, it was even more painful than buying stocks or losing an investment.

She was able to recite "Sorrow is like a pool of spring water flowing towards a cold place" in front of the people on stage. "Why are you pretending to be so sad, you big pig of a hoof? Go to hell!"

If he were to roar down from the stage, he naturally wouldn't care too much about Ann Qianxi's feelings. Or, it could be said that she didn't even know how to comfort people.