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Chapter Two One (2)

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    With pain as if my head was about to explode, I sat up and beat my forehead with my hand.

    I found myself lying on the bed in a hotel with my upper body naked, and immediately became nervous. The girl in the blue halter top came out of the toilet last night, "You're awake."

    Now I can clearly smell the smell of "Forget-me-not". My clothes and that girl's clothes sloughed off the ground like snakeskin. Although I don't remember it at all, I can guess what happened last night.  I suddenly became nervous.  Although I have seen many episodes of the eighteen bans on TV or novels, and I have fantasized about such things happening, but when it really happened to me, I felt very entangled.  I feel more like I was raped.

    "Don't worry, I didn't make you responsible for anything." The girl's eyes were sharp, and she seemed to see clearly what I was worried about at a glance.  She walked to the mirror and started blowing through her wet hair, "What's your name?"

    I didn't speak, and I didn't know whether I should answer. I bent down and picked up the clothes on the ground.

    "My name is Xia Yu." Then she turned around and smiled again.  This smile is very strange, with the melancholy of w, but also a little bit of innocence.  However, what is in this look, I still can't understand.

    He put on his belt and checked his pocket for his phone and wallet.  I announced my name, "Ye Xiao."

    "Hehe, interesting name." Xia Yu coiled up her blow-dried hair and tied it with a rubber band.  "Can I avoid it? I'll change my clothes."

    His face suddenly became hot, and he turned around immediately.  When Xia Yu turned around and smiled at me just now, I noticed that her whiteness was not caused by lighting or cosmetics, but an almost sickly whiteness of her own.

    "I mean you go to the toilet." Xia Yu put her hands on her waist.

    I didn't come out of the toilet until she yelled "Okay".  And when I was in the toilet, I kept thinking that Xia Yu didn't look like those prostitutes who were reduced to bars all day long, she looked like an ordinary Shanghai girl.  But, "Why?" I couldn't help asking her.

    "Because you are very similar to him." She had already changed into the blue camisole from yesterday.

    I didn't think of this answer. The answer I thought of was "Give me xxx money, or I will sue you for rape." Such blackmail words.  When Xia Yu said that, she was unhappy, maybe I shouldn't ask this question.  I guess it's like in most golden eight o'clock TV dramas, a woman is reduced to the world of mortals because of a heartless man.  But I happened to be the one who picked up the wallet, but I felt that I didn't eat fish but caused a lot of trouble.  Because I don't have any memory of the scenes that should be banned in the eighteenth night last night, and I don't even feel like they happened.  I think I'm at a loss, even though Xia Yu didn't make me responsible, what should I do if after a few years she brings a child who is already capable of making soy sauce and calls my father.  And what's worse, what if I can't control my stomach at that time?  I frowned suddenly and fell into deep thought.

    Xia Yu looked at my distressed expression and laughed. At first, she just smiled, but when she saw my more confused eyes, she let go of her voice and laughed, "Look at how nervous you are, you look like a man. Don't worry,  Nothing happened last night, after I carried you back, you took off your clothes and fell asleep immediately, I slept in the bed next to you."

    After she finished speaking these words, I spent fifteen seconds to sort out my thoughts and finally came to the conclusion that "I was tricked".  When I wanted to talk to her about it, she said "see you next time" and went out.  When she said this, it seemed that she was sure that we would meet again in the future.  But this is also true, because if Xia Yu doesn't come to me, I will go to her.  Because she didn't settle the bill for the hotel, and what's more, it was a four-star hotel.

    After Xia Yu left, I found a piece of paper on the table in the hotel: You really resemble him, but you are cuter than him.

    Then I applied a lip print with lipstick.  I touched my mouth, even though nothing happened last night, the kiss in front of the toilet was real.

    Since paying for the hotel almost used up my royalties, it also shattered my dreams of better food.  After that, I had to eat pickled melons for another month. When I was considering whether to buy some pickled radishes, Jian sent an invitation card, saying that he was getting married.  I can finally have a day without eating pickled cucumbers.

    They chose to hold the wedding on a day of national celebration - National Day.  And he has already chosen a name for his son. Jian's surname is Cai, so he is called Cai Guoqing.

    On the day of the wedding, the house that Jian bookedThe size of the hotel is quite large, and the entrance is full of wedding vehicles.  It seems that everyone likes to catch up with a certain festival and get married together. This makes me very puzzled. Marriage is such a lifelong event that you have to get together. It seems that when eating instant noodles at school, you must eat them together.  It's also about being happy together.  But I haven't heard of people choosing which festival to go to divorce together.

    There are several tables of wedding wine in the entire hotel. As soon as I entered the hotel, I saw Jian standing upright at the door like a piece of wood. I went to say hello to him. Today Jian looked a bit awkward in a neat suit.

    "Where's Mrs. Cai?" She glanced around and didn't find Shen Ying who was about to become the fucking National Day.

    Jian shrugged his shoulders, "Not yet."

    After signing at the door, I went into the "Acacia Hall" to find my seat. I was sitting at the main table, which made me feel very honored.  Jian held a total of about forty tables. I really don't know where so many relatives and friends come from. After thinking about it, I think more of them should be friends and relatives.  I was a little dazzled to see so many festive heads surging.  Because there is not much left to digest the pickled melon at noon.

    After finding the main table, I pulled out the chair and sat down, looked at my phone, half an hour before the wedding.  The people sitting at the main table are all close friends of Jian and Shen Ying.  And I was the first one at this table.  On the table was a bottle of Wuliangye, Great Wall Dry Red, Heineken, and Coke, as well as a pack of Zhonghua and Golden Shanghai, but only Daqianmen had two packs.  There is also a glass container on the table that looks like an ancient sailing ship, half filled with water, and a candle in the shape of a heart floats on the water.  There is a card with a name on the table for each seat, the one on my right is Jian, and the one on my left is

    I looked at the card and my brain short-circuited for three seconds. Jian is a bastard, and the name of w is written on the card.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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