C60 Drunk

After listening to Du Chengsao talk about the past of the day, Han Ruoling felt unprecedentedly tired.

After sending Du Chengsao away, Han Ruoling dragged her heavy steps back to her office. At this time, the sky was covered in burning clouds. The night gradually shrouded over. Han Ruoling sat in front of her desk and wanted to do something, but without exception, she felt powerless.

For so many years, the father that he saw made him feel cold, callous, and even disgusted. But in the end, it wasn't anyone else who hadn't seen through the truth. It was himself.

This blow was no less than a marathon runner suddenly being judged by the referee to be in the wrong place. Han Yuling's mind was completely blank at this moment.

He once thought that he understood his father very well and confidently determined that the reason why they were like strangers today was largely because of his father's stubbornness.

However, his father's forbearance, bearing, and the glory of the past made him feel as if the entire story had completely changed.

It was him who was confidently indulged in his father's endless love, and arbitrarily pushed their relationship towards a glacier step by step.

Han Ruoling immediately understood all of her father's decisions and the sequence of events that made her furious.

He had independently supported all of his promises to this art and the actors who had joined the Fu Sheng Opera Club. How could he not be furious when he saw the management talent that he had personally chosen just walk away without caring about anything?

He loved this art, and he loved the sound behind the stage. However, when he saw that the prosperity was going to decline, he felt anxious and helpless, but he had no choice but to face the fact that he was helpless. How could he not be sad?

There were many other reasons for this. There were indeed a lot of things that Han Chu Ming carried on his shoulders alone. . .

Han Yuling tightly furrowed her brows as she sat in front of her desk. He couldn't get rid of the knot in his heart even if he thought about it. What made him suffocate was the guilt and apology he felt for Han Chu Ming.

After a while, Han Ruoling got up and walked out of the Fu Sheng Opera Club's door. She bought a small bottle of white wine that she often bought for Han Chu Ming when she was young at the cigarette hotel at the corner of the street. She took it back and took a sip as soon as she opened it.

Han Ruoling, who was choking and coughing, slowed down. She picked up the bottle and took another sip.

She choked again, coughed again, and took another sip. . .

After a few more times, Han Ruoling's heart was broken. Because of the alcohol, he looked at the only family portrait in his wallet and cried.

In a daze, Han Ruoling felt as if her stomach was overturned, causing her heart, spleen, and lungs to feel uncomfortable.

He straightened his body and leisurely adjusted for a while, but he still did not get better. He could only wrinkle his painful face and get up to go to the toilet.

But he staggered a few steps under his feet. Before he could get out of the office, he could not hold on anymore. He held onto the door frame and spat it out.

In a trance, he felt that someone had raised his hand to lightly pat his back. Seeing that he could not take a step forward, he quickly went forward to support him.

Han Ruoling stood where she was and lowered her head for a while to recover. When she felt a little more comfortable, she looked up and saw a person frowning and looking at her with a pair of big watery eyes.

"Why did you drink like this?"

"Why are you here?"

The two of them opened their mouths almost at the same time.

At this time, Han Ruoling couldn't even speak clearly, so she couldn't answer her question at all. McRui sighed and changed her words, "Sit down first, I'll pour you a cup of hot tea to sober you up. "

Han Ruoling obediently nodded. She leaned against McRui and walked back to her desk.

Putting Han Ruoling down, Mai Rui turned around and brewed a cup of hot Black Tea. She carefully handed it to Han Ruoling and whispered: "Be careful of the heat. "

It was unknown whether the person in front of her understood or not, but he nodded his head. But the moment he took it, his hand almost fell on his collar.

"Hey!!" Mai Rui saw this and couldn't help but shout. She then raised her hand to bring the tea back and sighed again. She placed the cup by Han Ruoling's lips and said, "Come, open your mouth and take a sip. "

Han Ruoling obediently drank a few mouthfuls. After that, the alcohol went into her head and she became extremely drowsy. She directly fell asleep on Mai Rui's shoulder.

McRui couldn't just walk away like that. Once she walked away, this person fell to the ground with a thud.

So she slowly straightened Han Yuling's body, and then she opened the folding bed that she usually slept on during the afternoon and helped Han Yuling lie down. Mai Rui thought to herself that although it was simple and crude, at least she could lie down and rest. Otherwise, if she leaned against the bed until dawn like this, she would definitely get sick the next day.

Early in the morning the next day, when the first ray of sunlight fell on Han Ru Ling's eyelids, he slowly moved his eyelashes and eyelids. He struggled to open his eyes and slowly woke up from his drunken stupor last night.

He got up and sat up. He looked at the neat and tidy arrangements around him. The messy scene from last night flashed in his mind, but he saw that McRui was currently sleeping on her desk and remembered everything.