Madam, She’s Abusing Scum Again

In the bar.

Gorgeous lights illuminate the colorful goblet, and the night is so fascinating.

The men and women under the lights toasted and drank, entangled ambiguously, the ambiguous tones of the intertwined coveting anesthetize people's hearts and erode their souls.

At this moment, a man with disheveled hair and unconsciousness was sitting on the side of the bar.

A dozen wine glasses were piled up in front of him, and there was not a drop of wine left in them.

The man drank one cup after another, every time he poured it violently, without any brewing.

The moment Mu Nanfeng and Xu Yan walked in, they saw the person they were looking for.

They walked straight to the bar.

Mu Nanfeng stood next to the man and looked at him silently for a few seconds, but the man was still buying drunk wantonly.

Bai Ruiqian was not in the mood to pay attention to others at all. He only used wine to dispel his sorrows. When he raised the wine glass in his hand, Mu Nanfeng snatched the glass of wine.

"When will you still drink?"

Mu Nanfeng's voice was a little cold, as if a hail hit Bai Ruiqian's head straight, giving him a moment of sobriety.

Bai Ruiqian turned his eyes, raised his head slightly, and looked at the handsome and indifferent face. After a short while, he smiled silly, "Nan Feng, you are here, come, have a drink with me."

When he said that, he picked up an empty cup and raised his hand to admire Nan Feng.

He is already a little drunk, but his mind is still sober, not to the point of drunkenness.

Mu Nanfeng looked at him, feeling distressed.

Xu Yan sat on the high stool beside him, quietly looking at Bai Ruiqian.

She only felt that Bai Ruiqian was very pitiful at the moment.

Mu Nanfeng pushed away Bai Ruiqian's hand and said coldly: "Stop making trouble, you will die if you drink it like this."

He was obviously concerned about Bai Ruiqian, but his expression was frosty, as if a little angry.

I heard that Bai Ruiqian gets drunk every day, and he is worried that he will die, for fear that Bai Ruiqian will suddenly lose his life one day.

This time they were caught in the trap of the Bai family. They did not expect that Bai Ruiqian was forced to marry Su Jinxiu as his wife. He would definitely feel unhappy in his heart, but Bai Ruiqian could not continue to be so decadent.

Luo Ya'er's whereabouts are unknown, and it's not the worst news. As long as she is alive, Bai Ruiqian is also alive. Everything is impossible.

"Death?" Bai Ruiqian murmured and sneered suddenly, "It's fine if I die, maybe only death can resolve my pain."

The smile on his face is bitter, and God knows how uncomfortable he is now.

When he comes home every day, he faces a pair of inhuman parents and a loveless wife. His life has completely lost its luster.

It's better to die than to live in despair and pain.

Anyway, he is already a useless person.

The Bai family has forcibly resigned from his archaeological work, and after a while, he will be allowed to take over the work of Huaren Hospital, making him the most authoritative doctor and vice president in the hospital.

After all, he still couldn't escape such a fate.

Bai Ruiqian doesn't want to resist anymore. He just wants to live a decadent life. He just wants to get drunk every day, and then get a good night's sleep with the effect of alcohol, and repeat this life the next day.

The cold light in Mu Nanfeng's eyes gradually softened, and he sat beside Bai Ruiqian, saying, "If you die, I will dig out your coffin by digging three feet, so that you won't be stunned."

"Hahaha..." Bai Ruiqian thought this was funny, looking at Mu Nanfeng, stretched out his right hand and put his right hand on the other's shoulder: "Nan Feng, how can you learn to tell jokes now, it's so funny!"

He was dazed, his voice low and deep, half drunk and half awake.

Mu Nanfeng was speechless, pulling the topic back on track, and asked in a muffled voice: "When are you going to be decadent?"

"Oh..." Bai Ruiqian retched and replied vaguely, "Isn't it good for me to do this now?"

"Do you think this is really good? Do you really want to keep going like this?" Mu Nanfeng couldn't bear to see his brother so depraved. The more Bai Ruiqian did, the more sad he felt.

But you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep. No matter how much you say, Bai Ruiqian's left ear goes in and right out of his ears.

"I don't want to be useful?" Bai Ruiqian suddenly became sad: "I have nothing, I have nothing, I am a useless person."

Without the beloved woman, without the dream.

What is left in his life?

"You still have me." Mu Nanfeng's magnetic voice floated in his ears, and Bai Ruiqian suddenly raised his head to look at him.

There was light flickering in his eyes, a faint warm current flickered in his heart, his nose was sour, his body trembled suddenly, and his mouth made a choking sound.

Yes, he still has Mu Nanfeng and this good brother.

He is his last spiritual support.

For Bai Ruiqian, Mu Nanfeng is another self in this world.

They have been living in an abyss and hell-like environment since childhood, suffering inhuman torture.

No one knows each other better than them, and no one knows him better than Mu Nanfeng.

"Bai Ruiqian, you have to cheer up. As long as you are alive, there must be hope." Mu Nanfeng seldom said such nauseating words, especially to a man, which makes people get goose bumps even more.

If it weren't for Bai Ruiqian's death, he wouldn't want to say these things.

But at this moment, only he can persuade Bai Ruiqian, he is the only person qualified to persuade him.

If he even gave up Bai Ruiqian, then Bai Ruiqian's life is really nothing.

Bai Ruiqian looked down. When people are sad, they are most afraid of being comforted.

When I was alone, I didn't feel anything. Sadness and tears could be held back, but as long as there was a ray of light in my heart, the emotions that were on the brink of collapse would burst out uncontrollably.

Bai Ruiqian has been holding back for too long. Although he is a man, men will also collapse and need to rely on them when they are sad.

Mu Nanfeng is his support at this moment.

Bai Ruiqian sat on the chair languidly, half-hanging his head, crying bitterly.

Mu Nanfeng thought that maybe he would be better after crying, so he has been sitting next to Bai Ruiqian to accompany him.

Xu Yan looked at this scene with indescribable pity in his heart.

After crying for about an hour, Bai Ruiqian finally calmed down, and most of the wine was sober.

Mu Nanfeng and Xu Yan looked at each other tacitly, and the two seemed to be talking with their eyes.

After a while, Xu Yan took out a cowhide letter from her pocket. This is the letter she received today, and it was sent by Luo Ya'er.

There is no address, no signature, but Xu Yan knows who the other party is as soon as he sees the handwriting.

After more than three months, Luo Ya'er finally wrote her a letter, using such an ancient method, probably because she was afraid of being found.

The moment Xu Yan received the letter, she was very excited, because it proved Luo Ya'er's situation was very safe.

At the same time, she was also sorry, thinking that if this letter came earlier, it would be fine, so that they would not suddenly be fooled by the Bai family.

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