C43 (2/2)

Under the influence of the alcohol, Zhang Song could not help but feel intoxicated. Zhang Song looked at the group of mesmerized men and women dancing in a frenzy, then looked at the girl sitting beside him. He couldn't help but feel a little unable to control himself. F * ck, I'm not a calm Liu Xianhui, why would I pretend to be a saint? Only an idiot would not take advantage of a beautiful woman in his arms!

Thinking of this, Zhang Song suddenly felt his entire body was scorching hot. He did not care about anything else, and suddenly hugged the girl tightly in his embrace. His hands involuntarily touched the girl's chest and back. Zhang Song no longer cared about it. The burning hot mouth was covered the cherry lips of the girl in his embrace, and the girl took the opportunity to put her tongue into Zhang Song's mouth. While she was talking, Zhang Song's hand was even tighter on her breast, back, and buttocks. The pretty girl's eyes were slightly closed, her cheeks were flushed, and she was panting heavily...

Just as the two were having an intimate moment, Zhang Song accidentally knocked over a wine bottle on the table and poured a large bottle of red wine over Zhang Song's head. Zhang Song couldn't help but quiver. What am I doing? Did I fall into someone else's trap?

Zhang Song quickly sat up. He looked at his disheveled clothes, the naked pretty girl in his arms, and then looked at the group of devilish men and women. He simply didn't know what he was doing, much less where he was. He quickly helped the girl up and said, ”I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that to you.”

”No need to apologize, I did it voluntarily. As long as you like it, I'm willing to do anything you want me to do.” The girl said lovingly.

Zhang Song gently caressed the girl's long, elegant hair. ”Idiot, how can I endure such a thing like you?”

The girl choked with sobs and said, ”You are a man worthy of love. I hope that I can stay by your side and protect you for the rest of my life. I will fulfill your needs as long as you don't mind me.”

”Yes, from today onwards, we will be together. As long as I, Zhang Song, am here, I will not let anyone bully you.”

Zhang Song and the girl dressed and then went outside to sing in the room. The girl sang a song in English about the theme song ”MyHeartWillGoOn,” which was followed by a song called ”CryOnMyShoulder.” The girl's voice was very good. Just a slight touch was enough to make her sound like a pure singer. After that, the two of them sang a song called ”A Promise of the Tides” by Zhang Xueyi and a song called ”Happy Lovers” by Zheng Yuan. They coordinated very well and the beautiful melody brought their hearts closer to each other. Zhang Song really hoped that the beautiful love story would happen between him and this girl, but he knew that it was only a dream. In reality, he already had Mu Xinyi.

In his dream, Zhang Song had let go of all of his fatigue, allowing himself to relax completely. From then on, he exerted more and more pressure on himself, until he almost couldn't take it anymore. That night, Zhang Song smiled as he slept through his beautiful dreams, never waking up. Perhaps he was too tired, but on that night, he finally fell into a deep sleep, temporarily leaving everything behind. But could Zhang Song get what he wanted and have eternal love between Mu Xinyi and himself? Facing Zhang Song's future path, was it the Sun Path or the Thorny Twists? Could he change his life? How could he find it?

Early the next morning, Zhang Song woke up from his beautiful dream. When he woke up, nothing had happened. Nothing had changed. It was as if time had not turned, and he was still himself after all. Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, Zhang Song stared blankly at his own reflection in the mirror. In the mirror in the bathroom, Zhang Song stared blankly at his own reflection in the mirror.

He smiled helplessly at the mirror, but his smile was mostly filled with a sense of loneliness and vicissitudes. He gently swayed his neck back and forth as he tried to wake himself up. Why was he so sentimental at such a young age? Was this an experience? Was it a form of maturity? However, he was truly too tired. So the price of maturity was this kind of pain that pierced the heart, yet he was powerless to redeem it. He could only allow it to develop and give no room for redemption. Young people, sad departure; the story of youth, painful heart; the dream of youth, unattainable; the traces of youth, like thrown stones, can not find the track, can only be remembered in the heart, but can never find the ring back...

After washing his face and rinsing his mouth, Zhang Song put on his coat. Without missing anything, he left the house and walked towards the company. The company wasn't far from where he lived. As long as he crossed a main road, he would arrive at the company, therefore, Zhang Song didn't need to squeeze into public transportation with those workers who got up early to go to work, because they were in a hurry. Perhaps their boss also thought of this problem, and rented such a close place for them to sleep in, which made it convenient for everyone and also didn't need to squeeze into public transportation with others. This was also the reason why Zhang Song had coincidentally bumped into Chen Yuxin last night and saved her from the hands of those two hooligans. It was because that bar was the only way for Zhang Song to get to work. At this time, Zhang Song walked to the entrance of the bar. Zhang Song raised his head and looked at the tightly shut door of the bar. Zhang Song smiled helplessly as he thought about the passionate and disorderly scene that followed the arrival of night. He did not linger and directly walked past the bar, walking towards his company.

From home, Zhang Song took a total of 20 minutes to walk to the company. After a short while, he had already seen his own company's shop. Zhang Song looked around and made sure there were no cars, then he crossed the zebra crossing and arrived at the other side of the street. Just as he was about to enter the company, someone said, ”Little Zhang, it's so early.”

Zhang Song smiled and replied, ”Morning, Little Tan.” In the company, Zhang Song and Tan Wenhao were around the same age, so the two of them got along very well. From being strangers to getting to know each other, they became very good friends.

After greeting each other, the two walked towards the company together. As they walked, they chatted about nonchalant topics. Their conversation was accompanied by laughter and jubilation that filled the city in the morning.