Refuse to raise the white flag, lost your game 1

  A few years ago.

  When the phone rang, Ye Qingwa was sitting in front of the dresser applying various skincare products to her face. The sudden ringing of the mobile phone made her frown, and she wiped off the remaining lotion on her hand with a cotton pad before picking up the phone.

  Unexpectedly, it was him on the phone - the man who had been her childhood friend and had always liked her.

  In front of him, Ye Qingwa never learned any reserve, pressed the answer button and put it to her ear: "Brother Zi Chen?"

  On the other end of the phone, however, there was something strange. An unfamiliar male voice cautiously asked: "Excuse me, do you know the owner of this mobile phone?"

  "What's wrong?" she said, already standing up and walking to the closet, probably guessing the reason. She pinched her phone between her head and shoulder, "Is he drunk again?"

  "Yes, would you mind picking him up?" The man was probably a bartender and spoke very politely.

  "Okay, I'll be right there. Please take care of him for me." After saying that, she hung up the phone, grabbed her clothes and quickly put them on, then grabbed the car keys and rushed out.

  On the stairs, he bumped into Ye Qingnan who was going upstairs. He grabbed her: "Qingnan, where are you going so late?"

  "Of course I have something to do when I go out, and I'll be back early." She struggled free from his grasp, waving at him, "See you later, brother."

  She rushed to the bar, stopped the car and leaned on the steering wheel panting heavily, her heart still a bit uneasy. She had been too worried and had even forgotten that she had just gotten her driver's license. Fortunately, nothing bad happened along the way.

  She tidied up her hair and clothes before getting out of the car and walking into the bar.

  The name of the bar was Night Color, and Liang Zichen liked this bar the most. Ye Qing'ao naturally knew what the reason was, but now she didn't want to delve deeper into it, because that reason would soon no longer affect him.

  Liang Zichen sat in the private room of a bar, leaning against the sofa at an angle. There were many empty bottles on the tea table, and even some on the floor. When Ye Qingyao walked in, she accidentally kicked several of them, producing a crisp sound.

  He was no longer drinking, half-closing his eyes and leaning against the back of the chair, seemingly already drunk. She ran over to sit beside him, gently shaking his arm: "Zi Chen gege?"

  Actually, sometimes she would find it laughable that he was drowning his sorrows here because of a lost love, while she had come running over to keep him company. But more often than not, she felt a sense of triumphant joy, for the woman who had changed Liang Zichen had already left, and no one else could threaten her own position.

  Liang Zichen slightly opened his eyes, but his gaze was unfocused. After drifting over Ye Qingyao's face for a moment, he softly called out: "Gu Yi?"

  At that moment, it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her head. Ye Qingwa's passionate heart turned icy in an instant, but she still forced a smile: "Zi Chen Gege, I'm Qingwa."

  Liang Zichen's eyes finally began to gather, and when he heard her respond like this, he seemed to have reacted, forcing a bitter smile, straightening his body: "It's you."

  "Brother Zi Chen, have you had too much to drink? I'll send you home?"

  "Sorry about that." He stood up cooperatively, although a bit shaky, but still didn't lean on Ye Qingyao's support and walked out of the private room by himself.

  Ye Qingying walked alongside him, taking quick steps, afraid he would fall. After he safely sat in the car, he put his hand on his forehead and looked at the woman beside him: "Did you just get your driver's license?"

  Yeqing smiled: "So you knew all along."

  "Hmm, are you sure it's safe for you to drive?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical of her driving skills.