Hang up the phone, Su Cen headache sleepless all night.
In fact, Mrs. Fu is not bad for her these days.
Just after the car accident, there are quite some complaints.
Now it’s like reaching a critical point, anything can become a fuse, Su Cen can only watch helplessly, endure Mrs. Fu’s sharp words scolding, but helpless.
“Aaron Anderson, you really give me a difficult problem.”
Su Cen pouted and lowered his head.
The voice is low, and with a trace of unwilling grievances.
She glanced at her mobile phone dejectedly. On the cover, Aaron Anderson held her, and there was a rare smile on her indifferent face.
What about her?
Laughing like a flower, nesting in the man’s arms.
There are many things these days, so Su Cen has no idea to deal with them. Now when he turns on his mobile phone, the screensaver has not been changed, and it is still the only photo of two people.
Now it is like expired arsenic, which is really a mouthful of sugar and dregs.
In the end, I couldn’t be determined to delete this photo and put it in the dustbin completely. But turned to browse the web, in fact, these gossip entertainment news, Su Cen is the most disdain to pay attention, but now browse at a glance.
-I feel uncomfortable in my heart. What is the way to relieve my sorrow?
-Hello blogger, drink, get drunk and solve thousands of worries.
Su Cen didn’t hold back in the end. He opened a few cans of wine for himself, and finally he was dizzy and awake.
It is said that when she is drunk, she suddenly thinks that people on the Internet are really vicious, and they are all deceptive liars. Where can they solve their worries, they are even more sad.
“Hiccup.”
A wine hiccup hit, Su Cen in a hurry also don’t know what he pressed.
She knelt on the floor and looked at the flat plate on the sofa with her eyes closed. It was a boring variety show, and the two hosts laughed exaggeratedly, all of which were very boring topics.
I don’t know what’s funny.
“Doodle…”
“Beeping…”
How did the floor start to shake? Su Cen narrowed his eyes and looked away from the flat plate. The wooden floor sitting underground shook once and for all.
She looked over in a daze. “Oh, the phone rang.”
“Hello, who is it?”
“Why don’t you talk? Oh, it seems that I am drunk.”
Su Cen listened to the other end of the mobile phone, and there was no sound all the time. Only then did she remember that people who were drunk on the Internet would have hallucinations in front of her eyes. She refused to admit that she was drunk, but the facts were in front of her.
“It turned out to be an illusion…”
Su Cen giggled, originally very crisp, with wine hiccups, but a little wronged: “Hey, I’m really annoyed.”
At this point, there was no further silence on the phone.
Su Cen listened in a daze as if a voice exactly the same as that of the host on TV asked her.
“What are you bothering about?”
“Everything is annoying, why is it so difficult to get married, it is not good to live alone, there is no concern, and it is a hundred.”
A tear patted on the floor. Su Cen belched with his mobile phone. He didn’t know what he said in a confused way, but there was no one talking around.
She thought to herself that it was an illusion anyway, and it didn’t matter if she said two more sentences occasionally.
“I really hate getting married.”
“…”
“Aaron Anderson is a love rat, which is not good at all.”
“…”
“But I can’t forget him, not to mention that he is not love rat, but I am too stupid.”