Dear Mr. Lu

Chapter 17

When he was far enough, he stopped and swayed, holding onto a tree on the side of the road.

He covered his heart and gasped violently. His heart was beating so fast that his chest felt tight. He was exhausted and breathless.

Sure enough, sure enough, it was coming.

The Seven Colour Rainbow that he hadn't thrown up in time was no joke. If it hadn't been for the grand gift package that made his stamina and endurance stronger, if it hadn't been for the years of torture in his previous life that had given him an iron will, he would have dropped dead drunk long ago.

But no matter how strong his will was, his physique was there. He felt that all he exhaled was turbid air. There were phantoms in front of him, and his head was about to explode. Alcohol finally began to make waves in his body. He felt inexplicably excited and wanted to yell or dance.

Alcohol poisoning.

He'd checked the information. First excited, then suppressed, and soon he would lose consciousness and die.

He almost died like this in his previous life.

He leaned against the tree and took out his mobile phone. It was almost twelve o'clock. Should he take a gamble or should he go to the hospital?

He opened the address book. It was empty. He smiled bitterly. What number should he call for a taxi? Or just call an ambulance?

By the way, what number should you call for an ambulance? 110? It seemed to be the police. 112? Was it that? Oh, he remembered! He pressed the buttons one by one, 1-2-0. His vision was blurred and the numbers on the screen were overlapping. He took a few steps back trying to see the address on the facade so that he could know where he was.

There was a sharp beep, followed by a rapid braking sound. Luo Wencheng turned his head to face the dazzling lights, and his legs softened when the car was no more than ten centimetres away from him.

Fortunately, the wheels finally stopped at this moment, otherwise Luo Wencheng would have become a corpse under the car even if he hadn't died of alcohol poisoning.

The driver hurriedly got out: "Are you okay?"

Luo Wencheng nodded; his legs were soft and he couldn't stand up. His dizziness was overwhelming and he felt nauseous but couldn't vomit. He smiled weakly: "I'm fine, I didn't look at the road... sorry."

He propped his hands on the ground but couldn't get up. The driver couldn't bear to look at it and went to help him. Luo Wencheng barely managed to stand up with the driver's help and smiled at the man: "You are such a good person."

The fault was his, and it was nice that the driver didn't just poke his head out of the window and yell at him.

The driver who was issued a good guy card was a bit puzzled, but the young man had a nice smile. He was a little angry before but now the anger was gone. He couldn't help but be concerned, "Have you drunk too much? Can you stand?"

Luo Wencheng nodded, but as soon as the driver let go, he took a step and fell back again.

Lu Chong was sitting in the car. The class of the car was so high that even when it braked sharply, it didn't bump much. He didn't take it seriously, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep until he heard that voice.

He raised his head, and through the windscreen he saw the young man in front of the car, with a miserable white face and a smile that was worse than crying, looking like he was going to die at any moment.

Lu Chong hesitated a little and got out of the car.

When Luo Wencheng went limp and was about to fall, his arm was grabbed by a powerful palm.

The grip was a bit too strong, and it hurt him a little. He thought it was the driver, said "Thank you", raised his head and smiled apologetically, and then froze.

Wasn't this chance encounter a bit amazing? If this man was just his one-eyed benefactor, Luo Wenchneg would have been happy. If this man was just Lu Jiuye, Luo Wencheng would have been happy too.

But they were the same person.

Luo Wencheng struggled to keep his eyes open, looking at the excessively handsome, stern and cold face in front of him and thought to himself: liar.

He said he was waiting for his lover, but in fact, he was a veteran of carnal pleasures, changing bedfellows one after another, and falling for a man like Luo Wenjun.

Blind and lame and still denying it. Was it his hobby to pretend to be devoted and lonely even to a passerby?

But it was okay. Let's pretend together.