Chapter 27 Lin Su's Frame-up
Fan Shengmei stared at the wall clock, the hour hand was approaching twelve o'clock.
With Meng Yanchen's upbringing, he would not be unaware that this call was abrupt and completely inconsistent with his usual restrained style.
Unless there are special reasons.
"Meng Yanchen,"
Fan Shengmei's voice unconsciously lowered, "Is there something wrong?"
From the other end of the line came the crisp sound of a glass tapping on the table and Meng Yanchen's slightly heavy breathing.
Silence spread across the airwaves, with the jazz melody of "Someowatchoverme" faintly heard in the background.
"It's okay."
Meng Yanchen's voice was slightly hoarse from being drunk.
"It's too late, go to bed early."
Meng Yanchen was in a bad mood.
Fan Shengmei pursed her lips and mustered up the courage to speak.
"If you're not home yet and you have some free time...would you mind getting a drink?"
As soon as she said it, she regretted it, her heart beating so fast that it seemed like it was going to burst out of her throat.
The two fell into silence again, so quiet that it seemed as if only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.
Suddenly, a low laugh came from the other end of the phone.
The laughter came through the airwaves, carrying the magnetism and gratitude soaked in alcohol.
"Okay, I'll send you the address."
The moment she hung up the phone, Fan Shengmei pressed the phone against her chest and almost screamed.
He jumped for joy on the sofa twice and rushed into the bedroom like a whirlwind.
"Sister Fan, what happened?"
Guan Guan stared at her disappearing figure in amazement.
Qiu Yingying put her arm around her shoulders, looking as if she understood everything.
“Spring is coming.”
In the bedroom, Fan Shengmei stared at the wardrobe for three seconds.
It was already early morning, and it would take at least half an hour to get from Ode to Joy to the bar.
Thinking of Meng Yanchen's low mood, she didn't want him to wait too long.
I grabbed a smoky gray knitted suit.
She quickly put on some foundation in front of the mirror, applied a light layer of lipstick, casually tied her hair into a Korean high ponytail, grabbed her bag and went out.
At the entrance, Qiu Yingying was clinging to the door frame and laughing slyly.
"Sister Fan, why are you still going out so late?"
"Something's going on!" Fan Shengmei bent down to put on her shoes, her voice filled with unconcealable joy.
"Which Party A has something to do so late at night?"
Qiu Yingying waved her phone and jokingly asked, "The client's father with the last digit 6668?"
Fan Shengmei pretended to hit her, but before leaving, she warned the two little kids,
"Everyone, go to bed early, you hear? You all have to go to work tomorrow, remember to lock the door."
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On the other side, after Meng Yanchen hung up the phone, he opened Fan Shengmei’s circle of friends.
The light from the screen reflected in his slightly drunk eyes——
Wearing a high-end imitation dress to a cocktail party, all the photos were of celebrities’ backs;
Ordering only a vegetable salad at a fancy restaurant;
She took photos of her favorite luxury bags and jewelry, and the accompanying text was almost always product descriptions copied from official websites;
I have seen several properties I like before and said I am considering them, but I still live in 2202;
There is also a sentence that Meng Yanchen thinks is the most useless inspirational quote - don't ask whether making money is tiring, ask whether your youth is worth it.
Who on earth said this to confuse the public?
I guess most of them are people who will be reincarnated.
In his eyes, Fan Shengmei's circle of friends is a mirage. It looks very grand, but it cannot stand scrutiny at all.
He clicked on the photo of her wearing a high-end imitation dress, and thought of the poorly imitated bag she was holding when they first met, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"He really has a criminal record."
Meng Yanchen suddenly wanted to know, if she really had all these, would she really be happy?
"Mr. Meng, the wine you requested."
Lin Su came in again with a tray.
"Put it on the table."
Meng Yanchen didn't even raise his eyelids. "Bring in the wine I saved. You don't need to come in again."
Lin Su bit her lower lip and didn't move, "You drank too much..."
Meng Yanchen did not respond, but picked up the wine glass and drank it all.
Seeing this, Lin Su had no choice but to retreat silently.
Meng Yanchen suddenly felt dizzy and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground.
The room began to twist and deform, my breathing became heavy, and my eyelids drooped as if they were filled with lead.
He tried to grab the armrest of the sofa, but fell into it - this was not an ordinary drunken reaction.
Lin Su knocked on the door with the wine in hand, but there was no response.
She looked around, made sure no one was paying attention, and then pushed the door open and walked in.
"Mr. Meng?"
Seeing the limp Meng Yanchen, she frowned slightly - the effect of the medicine came faster than she expected.
She put down the tray and leaned over to check on Meng Yanchen's condition.
My fingertips gently traced his handsome outline, muttering to myself,
"Such a pretty face...why can't you like me?"
"But I really like you. You said I was a moth and Xu Qin was a butterfly..."
His voice was filled with morbid persistence. "Then I'll show you how a moth flies into a flame."
(The famous scene in this chapter has been greatly edited and did not happen.)
Meng Yanchen suddenly opened his eyes, untied his tie with one hand, and said lightly,
"Is the performance over? I'm just drunk, how could I not know whether it was done or not?"
He struggled to get up and walk out, but was grabbed by Lin Su.
"stop!"
Suddenly, a stronger dizziness came over me, the blood boiled in my veins, and a feeling of heat swept through my body.
He suddenly looked at Lin Su, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes.
It was obvious that the drug Lin Su had given him was not just an ordinary drug, but...
“Just because you haven’t done it before doesn’t mean you won’t do it next time.”
Lin Su unbuttoned her clothes, took off her coat, and walked closer to Meng Yanchen step by step wearing a thin suspender.
"Soon...you'll really need me..."
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