So in the evening, Sanpang and Wei Qian went to celebrate their birthday with Sister Xiong. Sister Xiong called a large group of young people and a group of people went to a nearby club to book a private room.

Most of the people whom Mrs. Xiong called were young girls. Not only ordinary young girls, but the spirit of these girls was different from others. No matter whether they had amazing facial features or were more ordinary people, they all had an indescribable artistic temperament, which was particularly pleasing to the eye. Sanpang, the embarrassing fat, was so straightforward that he saw it.

The old bear's wife was in charge of her. A group of beauties were in front of her. He didn't even dare to raise his head, and sat on the side to meditate with his eyes, nose and nose.

Sanpang: "Good, sister-in-law, how can you know so many beautiful women?"

Lao Xiong whispered to them: "Your sister-in-law was from the art troupe before, and these are the little girls she has taken."

"Before"? Lao Xiong didn't say why it was not now, and Wei Qian didn't ask. His eyes couldn't help but fall on one of the girls.

She... the girl is so beautiful that she is shining, and that kind of beauty is not the cuteness of a girl, nor is it the intellectuality and purity of a girl-like girl, but a pure, impurity-free female beauty.

Some girls remind people of their sister next door, some girls remind people of some kind of small animals, and some girls remind people of some kind of paintings, but this girl will not remind people of anything. When she stands there, she will only make people feel that this is a woman.

Sister-in-law Xiong's eyes were as sharp as a torch. She noticed it with a glance. She secretly pushed the old bear with her elbow and said, "Hey, look."

Lao Xiong thought the organization's test was coming, so he quickly expressed his position in fear and fear: "I won't watch it."

Sister Xiong pinched him: "I asked you to look at Xiao Wei, have you noticed that since Tingting came in, Xiao Wei didn't even glance at someone else's eyes-Hey, I ask you, he has no partner, right?"

The old bear was so worried that he sighed and said to his wife: "Why are you fascinated by the matchmaker again? My aunt?"

"Accumulate virtue, do you understand?" After Mrs. Xiong said, she greeted the girl loudly, "Tingting, come here, I will introduce you to me!"

Tingting responded, stood up from the pile of girls and walked over.

Sanpang then came to his senses from the dazzling beauty. When he saw Tingting, he was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes wide and immediately stopped him: "Sister-in-law, don't..."

But Sister Xiong had already pulled Wei Qian over quickly: "This is my sister-in-law who worked together before, and she is called Tingting. This is Xiao Wei, Wei Qian, your brother-in-law, and Sister Tingting tells you, this young man is very powerful, a young talent, and a famous university. He is handsome, right? You young people know each other more..."

Wei Qian shrank his hand suddenly, and Sister Xiong raised her head inexplicably, but found that his face turned pale.

Tingting greeted him friendly: "Hello."

Wei Qian's expression seemed to have seen a ghost. He calmed down and barely maintained his demeanor. He squeezed out a smile to Tingting, then apologized quickly and said, "Sister-in-law, I'm a little drunk today, and my stomach is not very comfortable. I have to go out to sober up."

After saying that, he ran away as if he was running away.

Sanpang said "Ouch" and immediately chased after him.

Wei Qian flushed all the way to the toilet, locked the door of the compartment with his backhand, and spitted it over and over again while leaping the toilet.

Sanpang hurriedly knocked outside: "Qian'er? Is Qian'er okay?"

Wei Qian did not answer. He vomited everything he could, and finally he was almost exhausted. Then he slowly sat down on the ground along the wall.

Sanpang heard his voice coming out in a low and faint manner: "It's okay, third brother, please let me rest for myself."

Sanpang retracted his hand, dared not speak anymore, and waited quietly outside the compartment.

Wei Qian supported his elbows on his knees, raised his head, and looked at the dazzling white light on the roof without blinking, feeling empty and sad.

He didn't know Tingting, nor had he ever seen this girl anywhere. When she walked in, Wei Qian felt like he was hit.

He didn't have time to react to where the familiarity in her came from, but was instinctively attracted to her - since Wei Qian's life, he had never had such great interest in a opposite sex, from physiology to psychology.

At that moment, Wei Qian suddenly realized that he was only attracted to one type of girl. Before he could figure out what type of girl this girl belonged, Sister Xiong took the initiative to call her in front of her.

And when she walked in, the faint fragrance of flowers on her body surged towards him, and she pursed her lips and smiled, Wei Qian couldn't describe her feelings.

He understood face to face where the familiarity on her came from.

Her pure feminine temperament, which is not affected by any behavior or even her beauty, is actually similar to his mother who died ten years ago.

Before the surging hormones in his young body could cool down, Wei Qian's heart had been dragged into a cold abyss. He didn't want to recall how he had dealt imperfectly and how he endured the whole way to the toilet before vomiting it out.

He touched his lingering nightmare of life and did not know how to face it no matter what.

Wei Qian didn't remember how he went home that day. He was not drunk, but was just tired. He was so tired that he opened the door and went home. Before he could go back to the house, he collapsed on the sofa, without thinking about anything, and wanted to sleep.

After a while, the bedroom door behind him opened with a creaking sound, and Wei Zhiyuan walked out.
Chapter completed!