Chapter 300: 300: The Drunk Jiang Demon (First Update)
Jiang Zhi grumbled, “If she doesn’t co to pick up tonight, I’ll just stay here.”
Qiao Nanchu: “…” This childish ghost!
“Got any booze? Join for a couple of drinks.”
Qiao Nanchu fetched a bottle of foreign liquor and two glasses, “You don’t plan to settle down here if Zhou Xufang doesn’t co for you, do you?”
How could he, he’d just go back on his own.
Jiang Zhi opened the bottle and poured himself a drink, “I’ve been with Zhou Xufang for so long and we’ve never argued, this is the first ti.”
Zhou Xufang is usually quite obedient.
Qiao Nanchu took a sip; the alcohol was a bit strong, “You call that an argunt?”
Jiang Zhi turned a deaf ear and continued talking to himself, “I need to teach her a lesson, otherwise she’ll ss around again next ti.”
Qiao Nanchu chuckled, “You think that’s going to teach her a lesson?”
At this point, Jiang Zhi’s mind was full of Zhou Xufang; he ignored Qiao Nanchu’s words and sunk into deep lancholic thought, “I’ve run away from ho, she should be anxious.”
“Why don’t you just pitch a tent in front of your house?” Qiao Nanchu teased him, “Jiang Zhi, I never realized it, but you’re quite good at playing these gas.”
Other people’s girlfriends are the ones who make a scene.
But with Jiang Zhi, it was him who threw tantrums left and right, just like those won in palace dramas who plot and sche for favor and affection every day.
Jiang Zhi kicked the leg of the coffee table, “Just drink with , no talking.”
Qiao Nanchu didn’t bother with him.
Jiang Zhi was a “sickly child”, more accustod to milk than alcohol. Drinking glass after glass on an empty stomach, it wasn’t long until his cheeks turned rosy and his eyes began to mist.
He flopped back, bonelessly, “Hand a phone.”
“Where’s yours?”
“Gave it to my girlfriend Zhou Xufang.”
Qiao Nanchu tossed him the phone.
He logged into WeChat and posted a status on his Monts.
Fangbao’s Boyfriend: [Dog] GIF
The first to reply was Xue Baoyi.
Married with Children replied to Fangbao’s Boyfriend, “What are you doing posting a dog?”
After Xue Baoyi beca a father, he changed his nickna to that, and this rustic form of bragging was often laughed at by his fox and dog friends.
But Xue Baoyi didn’t care; he thought those who laughed at him were just jealous.
Fangbao’s Boyfriend replied to Married with Children, “I’m at Nanchu’s house.”
Married with Children replied to Fangbao’s Boyfriend, “I asked why you posted a dog.”
Fangbao’s Boyfriend replied to Married with Children, “Jiangfeng Mansion.”
Married with Children replied to Fangbao’s Boyfriend, “????”
Qiao Nanchu: “…”
As if afraid Zhou Xufang wouldn’t know where he was.
Jiang Zhi’s tolerance was diocre; he hadn’t eaten dinner and the empty stomach made the few drinks hit hard. His eyes hazed, face flushed, he lay there, resembling a delicate, dewy peony.
Like a spoiled beauty, too lazy to pour, he clutched the bottle and coquettishly gazed, “Isn’t your doorbell broken?”
“It’s not broken.”
He frowned discontentedly, “Why won’t it ring?”
Qiao Nanchu drank listlessly, “No one’s pressing the bell.”
The tipsy fellow was illogically insistent, “It must be broken.”
Qiao Nanchu didn’t feel like talking nonsense with him anymore.
He nudged him, “You go leave the door open.”
“Go yourself.”
So be it.
Jiang Zhi grabbed the bottle and headed out, then didn’t co back; he sat at the door, drinking.
With the liquor bottles emptied twice over, his eyes beca blurry, cheeks glowing red, mist in his gaze, a slight rosy halo around him, with the tips of his eyes slightly upturned, half-closure revealing a blend of three parts drunkenness, seven parts languid charm.
Qiao Nanchu leaned against the door, watching the guy, and was glad he wasn’t into that sort of thing; the little demon sat there acting all haughty and refined.
The usually clean and tidy little demon was sitting on the ground, peering out into the hallway every now and then with eyes that could ensnare one’s soul, “Why hasn’t Zhou Xufang co yet?”
Qiao Nanchu had drunk less, and was like a sober person, “Call her.”
He humd dismissively, using a bottle to knock on the door, “No.”
Fine.
Qiao Nanchu let it be.
Before long—
Restlessly, he ruffled his dull matte blue short hair, urging impatiently, “Call Zhou Xufang and ask her where she is?”
This tornting ancestor!
Qiao Nanchu licked his lips, pulled up his phone’s contact list, and found the number, but before he could press it—
The person started acting up again, “Don’t call, it makes look too spineless.”
“…”
Qiao Nanchu just wanted to kick this drunkard out with one foot.
“If your girlfriend made you angry, would you scold her?” His voice was hoarse from drinking.
“No.”
His girl was young; he didn’t dare to scold her, afraid she’d cry.
Jiang Zhi’s head hung low, like a frost-stricken eggplant, entirely wilted: “I scolded Zhou Xufang today.” He regretfully kicked an empty bottle on the ground, “Why did I scold her, I should have talked to her nicely.”
Afterward, he started to talk to himself.
“Would she be angry with ?”
Pulling on his hair in irritation.
“If she’s not angry, why hasn’t she co to pick up?”
He clung to the door, his peach bloom colored eyes glistening as they looked out onto the corridor.
He looked and looked, hoped and hoped, but Zhou Xufang still didn’t show up, and he began to doubt himself, plunging into a deep sense of panic and unease, “Zhou Xufang doesn’t care about anymore.”
“She doesn’t love anymore.”
“…”
He couldn’t listen to it anymore.
“Enough, don’t drink anymore.” Qiao Nanchu pulled him up, “Get up, I’ll take you back.”
Jiang Zhi shrugged off his hand, his handso face cold, “Who wants you to take ? I want Zhou Xufang to pick up.”
Damn it.
If it weren’t for the fact that this guy had had too much to drink, Qiao Nanchu would have kicked him already. He threw his phone on the ground, “Drink all you want, I’m going to sleep.”
Jiang Zhi didn’t bother with him and went to grab two more bottles of alcohol from the liquor shelf.
After Qiao Nanchu finished washing up, there was no more noise at the door. Jiang Zhi was lying on the couch, fiddling with his phone, not knowing what he was posting.
Qiao Nanchu went to the bedroom and dug out an old phone, and when he turned it on—
That guy had posted ten Monts in a row, all of them featuring dogs. The dogs weren’t the point; the point was that he had turned on his location, indicating that he was at Jiangfeng Mansion.
Still, it was no use. Zhou Xufang hadn’t co to pick him up, and Jiang Zhi ended up staying the night.
In the middle of the night, Qiao Nanchu was shaken awake.
“Nanchu.”
“Nanchu.”
Qiao Nanchu threw a pillow at him, “Will you ever quit it?”
Jiang Zhi had sobered up a bit, “Do you have any milk at your place?”
Who drinks milk in the middle of the night?
“No!”
The corners of his mouth downturned, inkiness swirling in his eyes, “Then I’ll go out and buy so milk.”
Qiao Nanchu said, “Get lost.”
So, at three in the morning, Jiang Zhi went to the convenience store at Yuquan Bay to buy milk. With a bag of milk in hand, he walked around and ended up at the bottom of building 17.
Zhou Xufang was crouched there.
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