As soon as he entered the door, Su Ye saw the shimmering crystal glass on the ground.
He is also in the bar business, and the top wines in this bar have unique and iconic crystals.
This is a luxury status symbol that has little practical significance, but is extremely expensive.
But now this symbol of luxury was shattered on the ground. Su Ye looked around and saw Lin Qingsong's cell phone lying on the ground. It had been broken into two pieces and he was declared dead in action.
The entire box was filled with a strong aroma of wine, and Lin Qingsong was sitting on the sofa, with more than a dozen trembling beauties sitting beside him.
Several beauties knew Su Ye, and when they saw him, they looked at him as if they were being forgiven, asking for help.
Su Ye sighed and waved his hand to let the little beauties go first.
More than a dozen girls immediately stood up and walked out without delay.
"Who asked you to leave?" Lin Qingsong's deep voice sounded, "I gave the money and she returned the money to me. You want to leave too?"
There was no light on in the private room. Lin Qingsong sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking down at the wine in the glass with a gloomy expression.
"It's okay, you can go." Su Ye sighed, waved his hand, and drove the little girls out.
Su Ye had never seen Lin Qingsong look so depressed. He didn't know how much wine he drank. There were four or five empty wine bottles on the table.
Lin Qingsong raised his eyes and glanced at Su Ye, put down the wine glass in confusion, and fumbled for something on the table: "Where is my mobile phone?"
Su Ye picked up the water-stained remains of the phone in the corner and placed it in front of him.
Lin Qingsong fiddled with the phone that had been broken in half, as if sighing or mumbling to himself: "Why hasn't she called me yet?"
Su Ye didn't know what to say, so he could only sit with Lin Qingsong. He was never good at comforting others.
Lin Qingsong and Jian Fangshu broke up a few years ago, and all he could do was to treat Lin Qingsong to dinner and relax with Tang Wan in some other way.
He is even more insensitive than Lin Qingsong when it comes to emotional matters, just like he feels that Jian Fangshu and Lin Qingsong clearly know why each other wants to break up.
Lin Qingsong clearly regarded Ren Zixian as a substitute lover at first, so why did he fall in love with her in the end?
Lin Qingsong couldn't figure it out either. He drank down the wine in his hand, and a burning tingling sensation burned his stomach.
The alcohol washed away his thoughts, causing his logic to drift away without a trace.
He remembered the afternoon when he first met Jian Fangshu. The memories of Jian Fangshu were always in the warm sunny afternoon.
It was during a school trip that Lin Qingsong stood in the souvenir shop of the art museum and looked at the dazzling array of exhibits.
Lin Qingsong didn't like talking to others, so only Jian Fangshu, who was in a different class, came over.
"What are you doing standing here?" Jian Fangshu was wearing a bright yellow skirt with a black ribbon, and two lively ponytails.
Lin Qingsong glanced at her without saying anything, then looked at the souvenir shop.
Most people would walk away if he didn't talk to him, but Jian Fangshu didn't. Instead, she changed the subject: "What kind of souvenir do you want? Is it a gift? I can help you choose."
Lin Qingsong then turned to look at her: "No need to thank you."
Jian Fangshu was a little stunned, then looked at the souvenir shop behind Lin Qingsong: "If you don't go there quickly, that limited edition card set will be gone. Only fifty copies are sold every day."
Lin Qingsong's expression changed. Seeing his interest, Jian Fangshu smiled and took his hand and walked into the souvenir shop.
However, the next day, Jian Fangshu met Lin Qingsong again, who was burning souvenir cards in the backyard of the school.
"Why did you burn it?" Jian Fangshu just squatted in front of the flames with Lin Qingsong, "Didn't you give it as a gift? Why did you burn it?"
Lin Qingsong pursed his lips and told her that there was a whole box of Kalin Xuedi.
"Then you can keep it for yourself," Jian Fangshu said, "Don't you like this set of cards?"
Lin Qingsong watched the burning flames devour the set of cards: "No."
He never asked Lin Xuedi who took him to the art museum, just like he never asked why his younger brother could learn painting, music, and dance to develop his own personal hobbies, but he couldn't.
Jian Fangshu sighed: "If you don't like it, just don't like it. If you meet someone you like in the future, don't refuse again."
His thoughts were wandering, and Lin Qingsong didn't know why he thought of Jian Fangshu at this time. He remembered Jian Fangshu's words, 'Don't refuse again when you meet someone you like'.
Meeting Ren Zixian was an accident. It was originally a dispensable gadget, but in a certain moment it turned into a star that could shake his thoughts.
Maybe he really likes her, he likes her calmness and never gets coerced by others, he likes her standing in the kitchen at night making him a bowl of supper, and he likes how cold she is to outsiders but how passionate she is towards Lin Qingsong.
Lin Qingsong was even ready to take Ren Zixian home for the New Year this year. At this moment, Ren Zixian said that he wanted to end the relationship.
He stumbled to his feet, stepped on the crystal glass on the ground and walked out: "I want to find Ren Zixian, I want to tell her..."
Su Ye pulled him back: "Where can you go now? Haven't you confessed to her before?"
Lin Qingsong paused, and Su Ye continued: "I heard Tang Wan say, did you clearly distinguish your relationship with others from the beginning as a foster relationship, and still pay hundreds of thousands every month?"
Lin Qingsong remained silent: "Yes."
"That's it, then Xiaoqing..." Su Ye paused and said, "From the other party's eyes, you didn't intend to be serious. Even if you haven't told her about the substitute before, don't underestimate it. A woman’s sixth sense. Love and dislike can be felt in subtle ways.”
Lin Qingsong stopped talking. He had taken care of Ren Zixian for two years, and he had seen her a lot in the past few months.
"Are you going to let her always be like a concubine in the harem waiting for your occasional favor?" Su Ye said.
"She fell in love with me at first sight," Lin Qingsong sat down again, as if to convince himself, "She fell in love with me at first sight, why did she leave now?"
Lin Qingsong never believed in love at first sight, but now there was only this sentence that could prove that Ren Zixian still liked him, and he could only emphasize it repeatedly.
Su Ye poured him a glass of warm water: "Yes, she fell in love with you at first sight. In the past, she could rely on her own love for you to convince herself that one day the clouds would clear and the moon would shine. However, in the past two months, you suddenly treated her like this. Okay, then she met Jian Fangshu. What do you think she would think about two people who are so similar?"
Lin Qingsong's hand holding the water glass was shaking unconsciously. What would Ren Zixian think?
"I told her that I don't like Jian Fangshu anymore." Lin Qingsong said stubbornly, "I have already told her."
Su Ye could only follow his words: "You said it, but it's no secret that the lover around you is similar to Jian Fangshu. If not, she will know that she is Jian Fangshu's substitute from other places."
An idea flashed in Lin Qingsong's mind. Did he hear it from other places? Where else could it be?
A month ago, during the paint coffin project, Ren Zixian was taken out to watch a concert by Tang Wan. The little star was his former lover. His similar face and characteristics were enough for Ren Zixian to sentence Lin Qingsong to death.
Lin Qingsong felt his stomach hurt even more.
When Su Ye saw that he was silent, he patted his shoulder: "Logan Wan told me that Ren Zixian is a good girl, talented and wild. It's a pity that you broke up. If you know the crux of the problem, hurry up and get her back." , if it’s too late, it’ll be too late.”
Su Ye's purpose of coming here today was to persuade him to make peace. As long as Lin Qingsong figured it out, he would win the bet and the engagement would be cancelled.
However, things went against expectations. Lin Qingsong glared at Su Ye paranoidly: "I won't go."
Su Ye raised his eyebrows: "Don't you like her? Don't you want to chase her back?"
"Like?" Lin Qingsong seemed to have suddenly found consciousness. In a flash of lightning, he remembered Ren Zixian's lost look before, "Who said I like her? She likes me because she can't live without me. She will definitely do it. Coming back."
Su Ye didn't quite understand the drunkard's logic: "You don't like her? Then why are you drinking here?"
Lin Qingsong smelled of alcohol and his eyes were bloodshot: "It's just a little lover, I have plenty."
"Then you're not afraid of finding someone else if you're free?" Su Ye said, "That's fine. We can get together and part ways easily. If we don't have fate, we can only end up here. Come on, Master, I'll see you off in the Golden Sea."
Su Ye didn't know whether Lin Qingsong was really interested in Ren Zixian or whether it was just because he was dumped and his dignity was damaged, which created an extreme psychological gap.
But one thing is certain, that is, throughout the whole night, Lin Qingsong did not put his mind on Jian Fangshu, who had just returned to China.
This is enough to prove that even if Lin Qingsong doesn't go to Ren Zixian for peace, he won't go to Jian Fangshu.
The outcome of the bet is obvious.
Lin Qingsong used to work at the bottom of Lin's company. He was able to drink with his boss, and he was able to be brothers with his coworkers at the wine table.
But as his stomach became worse and worse, Su Ye rarely saw him drunk in recent years.
But at any rate, Lin Qingsong's wine quality is worthy of praise. He tried his best to clear his consciousness and try his best to make it difficult for people to see that he was drunk.
Su Ye carried him back to Jin Hai's villa. The villa was pitch dark and so clean that it didn't look like anyone was living there.
Lin Qingsong lay down on the sofa as soon as he entered the door, not forgetting to put his leather shoes outside, because Ren Zixian always sat on the carpet, and over time he also developed the habit of wearing shoes without stepping on the carpet.
"Just lie here." Su Ye took out his cell phone and called Wang Qi. "Ask Wang Qi to send someone to take care of you and find a doctor to prescribe some hangover medicine."
"It's okay, you can go, I can do it by myself." Lin Qingsong sat up. If Su Ye hadn't seen that his eyes were not focused at all, he would have really believed his lies.
As expected, Su Ye heard Lin Qingsong say: "I'll just ask Ren Zixian to make some soup for me later."
