Wei Zhiyuan didn't eat anything, he just poured wine on an empty stomach, thinking exhausted at the center of the smell of alcohol, do I want to give up?

In his impression, nothing he wanted was never available, and such arrogance finally experienced a devastating blow.

Wei Qian didn't know whether it was to give Sanpang face or out of his original intention, but acted like a real young talent in front of Feng Ning. Sanpang looked at them and smiled quietly and walked away calmly, with a stone on his face falling to the ground.

Wei Zhiyuan closed his eyes, and the balance that was constantly shaking in his heart finally turned to the side.

He thought: OK, I'll give up.

Then, a whole glass of strong wine was poured into his throat and burned into his stomach with a scorching amount, but the remaining bitter taste remained on the tip of his tongue.

It was not until the banquet that Wei Qian got rid of the others and found Wei Zhiyuan under the guidance of the secretary.

Wei Zhiyuan was covered in alcohol and his eyes were already incorrect.

Wei Qian had to raise him up: "You little brat, you have learned to drink, no one cares about you anymore, right?"

Wei Zhiyuan stared at him in a daze, without saying a word, and stood up obediently with the strength of his elder brother's hand.

Wei Qian helped him to his office all the way, threw Wei Zhiyuan on the chair, poured him a cup of herbal tea: "Wake up and go home."

After saying that, Wei Qian took off his suit jacket and prepared to go out to change into his coat later.

Wei Zhiyuan said softly: "Brother..."

Wei Qian pulled the tie around his neck, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, and responded casually: "Hmm?"

"He will belong to someone else," Wei Zhiyuan thought desperately, "I have given up, but he never knows..."

The secretary's words rang in his ears again.

Tell him with your mouth... Tell him...

Wei Qian found that he didn't make a sound for a long time, and thought the drunk cat was already asleep.

His tie was untied, and several fingers were still wrapped in it. He turned halfway and seemed to want to look back at Wei Zhiyuan. At this moment, Wei Qian was caught off guard and was suddenly rushed back by a man and reached the wall.

"elder brother……"

The man pressed heavily on him and shouted like a murmur. Before Wei Qian could react to what was going on, his collar, which was still wrapped in a loose tie, was suddenly pulled over by someone. A hot kiss blocked his question that had not yet spoken.

The desperate gamble was fierce, sweeping across every corner in a blink of an eye.

Wei Qian's mind was blank.

It was not until this time that he smelled the smell of wine on the other party, which was so strong that it could not be said.

At this moment, the door of Wei Qian's office was opened, and the door ring finally recalled Wei Qian's mind, and he pushed Wei Zhiyuan away.

Standing at the door was the shocked old bear.

Wei Zhiyuan staggered back and fell back, hitting Wei Qian's desk. The documents on the table fell shakingly. Wei Zhiyuan slid down like mud. He felt a punch on his chin, his lips were broken by his teeth, and the smell of blood hit his nose, and the eyes were full of Venus.

The old Xiong quickly reacted, turned around quickly and locked the door, then rushed over and grabbed Wei Qian's fist that was about to fall down again.

"Qian'er!" Old Xiong pushed Wei Qian with his shoulder, dragged him away for a while, and said to his ear, "Don't be here, okay!"

Wei Qian felt his temples rushing endlessly. After standing up straight, his eyes almost turned black and his face turned pale. Wei Zhiyuan made him so angry that his chest stinged sharply.

Old Xiong pressed him on the chair, frowned and looked at Wei Zhiyuan, bent down to check: "Didn't you knock on the back of your head? Can you still stand up?"

Wei Zhiyuan refused his hand that reached out to help him, and staggered up. His wine had already sobered up, but he didn't want to think about anything or say anything, and just stood there silently.

Wei Qian's chest was blocked for a long time before he came up. He didn't want to explain to Lao Xiong what was going on. Even he couldn't figure out what was going on, so he pretended to be calm and said, "What's the matter for me?"

Lao Xiong looked at the chaos in the place, sighed, bent down to pick up the file that was knocked out by Wei Zhiyuan, was silent for a while, and said softly: "Qian'er, I want to leave."

At this moment, Old Mrs. Song suddenly called out and said, "Her aunt!"

Mazi's mother looked back at her.

Old Mrs. Song's lips trembled for a long time: "I...I will go with you."

Mazi's mother seemed to have expected it and said without any surprise: "Come on."

In this way, the two women walked out of everyone's sight together on a cold night when snow was about to fall, and never appeared again.

Old Mrs. Song is from Mid-Autumn Festival and walks to early spring, carrying her last dignity and dignity.

"I knew two words at least, and I wrote a suicide note and left a letter." On the way, Mazi's mother and Old Lady Song said this.

Old Mrs. Song asked: "What is written in the letter?"

“It’s written ‘I’m not dead, I’m just leaving’.”

It is not a separation from death, it is just a separation from life.

Pain and happiness are not brought by life or death.
Chapter completed!