Chen Jing had seen the drunken Josson, but he had never seen him so, so chaotic even.

His body was full of vomit, and he was holding his hand tightly.

In this case, Chen Jing knew that he could not leave Josson alone.The cat was naked and took out her phone from her pocket.

I want to make a phone call to let her come and take a look at Josson.But the phone just dialed out, there is a delirious Josun came to say: "Little quiet, why look at you, I am so sad."

“...”

In the face of Josun's drunken words, Chen Jing also stood in the same place.And this phone, already came from the voice of Zisu: "Little quiet, ask me for coffee?"

Sue's words, Chen Jing did not respond.At this time, she was holding the phone, just looking at Josson in front of her.Or a drunken dream of death, but a pair of eyes is not turbid, but endless sadness.

“Speaking.”

On the phone, Sue’s voice was still thinking.Chen Jing subconsciously asked her: "If someone looks at you and says he is sad...Sister Su, what will you do?"

“Are you drunk?”

“No.”

“Josson is with you?”

“Aon . . . not either.”

"If you don't, don't think about it."

“Hmm.”

Then he added a word, a little panicked Chen Jing, and also hung up the phone.And this will be Josson, lying in his seat confused and breathing.Every time he gets drunk, it’s that kind of sex.

“Josson, I’ll take you back!”

“Aung...”

It would be Joss, completely confused.Chen Jing did not say much, and he helped his body out of the driving position.But soon, Josun's feet were soft, and he fell to the ground with Chen Jing.

“Oh hey!”

A cry of pain, Chen Jing has been pressed under Joe Song.It was hard to push him away, and then he couldn’t pull him up.

“Damn, how can I take you home?”

“Aunt . . oh...”

Josson still had his eyes open, but the whole person was stupid.Not just wine, but a confusion of thought.It was true, like a dream, true or false, he really couldn’t tell.

“Shut up, I really hate you.Why, leave me...why...I miss you."

The wine was hard, and Josson simply lay on the ground, watching her talk in her heart, what she had been hiding.

“Joss, wake up.”

“I miss you.”

"You're talking nonsense, and I'll leave right away."

“I’ve known you for five years, thank you.”Josong was really confused, and he and Chen Jing knew each other for five years.To be exact, more than eight years.

"If you thank me, don't bother."

“Five years, five years... I’m in love with you.”

Again nonsense, Chen Jing also in accordance with his previous words, turned away from here, soon to go to his car, again mobile phone, to call Xu Lin.

But suddenly there was a treachery, but he thought of something.Josson, drunk, has been talking for five years.

And what happened to her and Josson, the fifth year of her acquaintance?

At that time, the birch had not yet returned, and Josong had not met Xu Lin...

Chen Chen's mobile phone fell on the side.And she lay on the steering wheel and whispered, “Bastard, Bastard...”

Get out of the car and walk up to Josson for the second time: "Brother, I'll take you home."

A drunk person is to be coaxed.This time, Jossong climbed up himself and followed Chen Jing into his car.

Everything, that is as simple as that.

After a while, after giving the co-pilot position Qiao Song a seat belt, Chen Jing drove away here.

Just as she was driving for a while, not far from a Lincoln car, Xu Lin came down from above.

Not long ago she got a call that Josson was drunk in the company.She was in pretty good shape today, so she drove to pick up people in person.

Sometimes it is such a coincidence.

Just Josong, Chen Jing communicated, she could not hear.But far away, they look at the blurred figure, but can also guess what.

“Oh...”

She laughed, not bitterly, not sad.I’m just laughing at those two idiots.

Stupid to get out of here, did not know to close the door of the Josun car.

Stupid to love, but contradictory to each other.

...

Knowing that his legs and feet were not good, Chen Jing almost held Josong's body hard when he was down in the car.

"You'll wake up, I won't be able to carry you upstairs."

“Hold on...”

“Josson, you master!”

Most of his weight, Chen Jing cursed.Just throw off the high heels under your feet and help him go to the hallway.

Hardly got into the elevator, and Chen Jing, who was already gasping for breath, also threw him aside.I don't know how long it took, Chen Jing, who was mature enough, and he was dissatisfied with his small mouth.

“The big bastard!”

When he was active, he did not forget to scold White.It will be him, but he will sleep solidly.

The next time, Chen Jing was still tired.

“Oh hey!”

With a sigh and a busy hour, Chen Jing dragged the drunken Josong to his home.

I don't know if it was Josson, and even she had a lot of vomit on her.Chen Jing was clean, naturally unable to endure these.

He closed the door and glanced at Josson, who was sleeping on the floor.He held his breath again and took off his coat...Nima, it was dirty enough inside.

Simply, it's all off.

"It stinks to you."

Throw all the clothes behind.Chen quietly scolded, took off his clothes again, and hugged them to the balcony and threw them into the washing machine.

It’s too late to take a shower and go back to the living room.Her face was full of sadness.Chen Jing was no longer able to get Josun to bed.

He sat around for a long time, and he throbbed on Josson for a long time.It would spring, and it would be cold enough at night, and Josson, who was bare on the floor, would wake up.

“Hey, go to bed.”

“Ang?”

“Go to bed.”

Chen Jing had reason to be dissatisfied, so he spoke with some impatience.But a drunk man, hearing the confused brain, is another kind of cognition.

After drinking, this idiom is not nonsense.

A body flipped and pushed the squatting around Chen Jing on the floor.Needless to say, a strong and powerful kiss had been blocked on her lips.

And Chen Jing could only feel the wine with his mouth full, and...

“Go away... and go!”

With all his strength, he even broke Josun's lips, and the struggling Chen Jing shouted at him.But Qiao Song's strong body, still pressed on Chen Jing, did not give her any opportunity to refute.

"Josson, let me go, or I'll hate you for the rest of your life."

Not only that, Chen Jing's fingernails on the back of Qiaosong, leaving a scratch.

But this will be Josson, even can not feel the pain.There is no kiss, no thin.It’s just heavy, holding Chen quietly in his arms.

For a long time, Chen Jing had felt that Josun's back had been scratched by himself.In her eyes, she was full of tears.

"I regret breaking up with you."