The drunk Zhang Shidong, don’t let people get close.

This is the message that Yue Tianlu conveyed to Wei Desheng. The two of them are in a wrong direction, and the family does not have much intersection. They always meet each other on weekdays. They only communicate when they are in contact with each other.

Zhang Shidong was preparing to cause trouble in Yanjing. Yesterday, Yun Ge Yidu was reluctant and did not give him a chance to get angry at all. Today Wei Jiefang came forward to comfort him again, asking him to stay calm and give him a place to vent.

At night, Wei Desheng brought him here, hoping to take him to relax, but who would have thought that someone would come to cause trouble on his own initiative. It was fine when he was not drunk. He was really afraid that he would get drunk. If Xiong San and Zhang Shidong had not known each other, Wei Desheng would really want to vent his anger on Xiong San. In order to avoid this evil god, how many people have chosen to go out or stay at home in the past two days, for fear that he would meet this guy and become the target of his intentional trouble.

The acne pit was so depressed. I was squatting on the ground and feeling depressed. Why was I so unlucky? Why did I meet him?

Zhang Shidong leaned on the sofa in a daze. Xiong San seemed to see the heat and leaned against him. With his hands that were so agile that he could drop everything on your body, he gently pressed on his temple, helping him to drive away his drunkenness with special techniques.

Yue Tianlu and Wei Desheng did not choose to comfort him, but drank with Zhang Shidong. A jar of daughter Hong was divided by the three of them, and the smell of alcohol spread to more than ten meters away. With Wei Desheng's reminder, those who were not close to the Tong family of Ai and chose to leave and gave the battle to Zhang Shidong.

Make noise, don’t make noise, as long as there is a sound, the purpose will be achieved. Even if the big guys know clearly, they will do this and put their own postures out.

Zhang Shidong was really drunk. He rarely indulged himself intoxicated for a while until he finished drinking. He was helped by Xiong San to enter a huge room. The high-end bathroom that occupied the ordinary space was foggy. Xiong San surrounded the bath towel and worked hard to help him massage to relieve his pain after being drunk.

A strong smell of shampoo steam came suddenly. Xiong San was almost fumigated by the smell when dealing with wine all day long. He looked at Zhang Shidong's hand that poked out of the massage table and the water arrow shot out of his hand like a water spray gun. The smell became more and more intense. Xiong San walked to the controller at the door and turned on the exhaust system. Looking at Zhang Shidong who turned over and looked up and didn't care about his naked body, he spat coquettishly: "Stinky hooligan."

"I don't know who the hooligan is. I took off someone's clothes and my head hurts. It's really bad to be drunk." Zhang Shidong sat up, rubbed his temples, pinched his eyebrows, and got off the massage table and got into the surfing bath where the water had just been put.

Xiong San gave him a blank look, pushed open the door and walked out. Not long after, he brought in the cigarette and sour plum soup drink. He watched him drink a bottle of gully, and then said worriedly: "You looked terrible just now. I was scary."

Zhang Shidong took a deep breath, completely invaded his body into the warm bath water, spreading to his chin before stopping, and murmured: "I actually wanted to smash it here."

Xiong San sighed: "It's very troubled. Fame is not a good thing."

Zhang Shidong looked at her with a look: "Is it difficult to give up the road to Jianghu?"

Xiong San nodded: "That world belongs to me. It is more despicable but also real, and is more real than many seemingly real worlds. I have been to Yulong Snow Mountain and went to Himalaya. Some time ago, hiking into Tibet, and the hikers who were traveling with me were very professional. Everyone helped each other. Whenever you stayed at night, you will feel very disgusting. Now more and more people are using this kind of thing to contact women. I don't object to freedom, but some people... don't say it anymore. Compared with the entertainment industry, it's all clean, and I think the world is still suitable for me."

Zhang Shidong sighed: "Then do me a favor. I won't touch your bottom. I will ask someone to contact you and help me touch the bottom of this city?"

Xiong San looked at him without any surprise: "Then are we soldiers or thieves."

Zhang Shidong: "I will not admit anything except you. I will say it in advance, it is not exchange, but I think you are really suitable. I invested in a drama, and you will give you a relatively clean entertainment industry. Your experience is destined to become an excellent actress who can control any female role. Exercise hard, and maybe when I want to be a hiker too. Then you have to keep up with my speed and take you to places you dare not go."

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The night in Yanjing is destined not to silence, and it is always filled with the hustle and bustle of the metropolis. Even if the noise ends in the early morning, there are still buzzing machines and misty smoke to take over this prosperity.

The side courtyard of a courtyard at the base of the imperial city is under the guard. No matter how lively and noisy it is, it cannot enter. Every night at around 10 o'clock, the place will be calm. Occasionally there is a sound of vehicles entering and leaving, and the whistle will not be honked.

The security force is tight on the outside and loose on the inside. The faint light separates the famous residents from each family. At night, there are few connections and avoid suspicion during the day.

Yun's family has a yard here. No matter how late it is every day, Yun Ge will drive the eternal white Jetta and return here. If his grandfather is not asleep, he will take a look. When he sleeps, he will ask about his grandfather's condition for the day. If he is uncle and elders come back to live, he will also greet him.

The yard in the corner belongs to him, and there is a small door leading out, and his car usually parks there, and he will not pass by other people's doors every day when he leaves.

In the modernly decorated room, Yun Ge stood against his desk, staring at the map on the wall in a daze. He always felt that the map of China was very beautiful and he liked it since he was a child. He could clearly retell any marks that could be seen on the map. Looking at the map would give him a feeling of having everything.

Gentle footsteps sounded, and a graceful figure walked in from outside, with thin eyebrows, thin eyes, thin lips, Jiao Yuer, the ambition girl of the Jiao family, and the wealthy wife of Ning Jiutian, the young mayor of Pingjiang City, did not cause Yun Ge to have any abnormal movement. Obviously, she often comes here.

For an ambitious girl, Pingjiang is too small, and even Beihai is too small to be her stage. She has not taken the warmth seriously yet. She believes that Ning Jiutian will return to her side sooner or later and accept her control.

"Xiaoyun, are you very unhappy?"

Those who can call him Yun Ge with his name of his disliked breasts must be close people. Jiao Yuer, who is three years older, has taken him to play with since childhood. It can be said that Yun Ge grew up with Jiao Yuer. When he grew up, the relationship between the two was not as distant as the relationship between the two families. Yun Ge used the small door of the yard to be specially reserved for Jiao Yuer.

Yun Ge put down the pen in his hand and rubbed his eyes: "Even though he knew he was like a clown acting, he still had to insist on acting; even though he knew that it was too much, it was too much, but it was too much. Everyone underestimated Zhang Shidong."

Jiao Yu'er looked in a certain direction: "He didn't underestimate Zhang Shidong, he said it a long time ago, right?"

Yun Ge's eyes flashed with a splendor, Jiao Yu'er knew that she had said the wrong thing, so she turned a corner: "Ning Jiutian also attaches great importance to him."

"I really hope he stayed in Yanjing and hadn't made a good move yet. Every time he came with strength, the wind swept the clouds and left, wait."

Yun Ge's smile was quite cunning under the dim light.

Jiao Yu'er walked over and leaned gently into his arms: "I will stand by your side forever."

Yun Ge didn't move, Jiao Yuer raised her head, looking for his lips, with a touch of emotion in her eyes, and a gentle moan was humming in her nose.

Yun Ge stood there calmly, gently pushed Jiao Yu'er away, looking out in a daze: "Ning Jiutian is a good man. You are not sure. I will be a good husband. You have no choice. After so many years, can't you face reality? If you still think about him, go find him and stay by his side. You still have no confidence in him and don't believe that he will change from a paranoid to an ambitious person, right?"

Jiao Yuer glared at Yun Ge hard and turned her body to walk out: "You and Ning Jiutian will never find the difference between you and him, even if you become the number one young man in Yanjing one day, the same."

He closed the door and left, and his figure disappeared under the dim light. Yun Ge sat calmly in the chair, opened the drawer, and looked at a photo here, his fingernails gently stroked the boy's face in the middle, once, twice and three times...

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At the same time, in the backyard of a private library in the suburbs of Beijing, a little snowflakes fell scattered under the night sky. The yard was cleaned spotlessly, and most of the snowmen piled up in the corner were melted by the sun during the day.

A table of eight immortals and a man in long gown.

A pot of hot soju wine, a stroke of dragons and phoenixes.

The unkempt middle-aged man drank half a pound of white wine inside with a wine pot, laughed loudly, and the brush in his hand jumped onto the paper. The pen walked around and put down the brush. In the angry eyes of the woman behind him, he smiled happily: "Go to sleep now, go to sleep now."

He walked into the room with big strides and there was a single bed in the room full of books. The middle-aged man lay on the bed and snored suddenly started in less than half a minute.

The quiet woman in the courtyard looked at the words on the paper. She did not have the style of a famous master, but she had a domineering attitude of no other than me in the world. The two words were given to a person who had never lived before. She only smiled and slapped the table and said loudly that she was in a daze in the middle of the night.

Looking at the two big words on the paper, the woman murmured: "Zhang Shidong, can you let him out?"

Resist anger!

Who is angry!
Chapter completed!