Chapter 838

Qi Qian let Luo Ziwen seriously think clearly, in the end his heart recognize or not recognize Wenna Yiner, is to be with each other. If we really want to be together, we should face it openly. Now Luo Ziwen's feelings are a little erratic, just like a boat in the sea has lost its direction.

At least, let Luo Ziwen find the right direction, Qi qian can give him more effort.

"I see." Holding his hands on the steering wheel, Luo Ziwen spoke faintly. Maybe, as Qi Qian said, it's no use even if he is in a hurry to see Wenna Yiner. If you don't deal with the feelings in your heart, what can you do when you see them? Do you ask each other to get back together with you? And then live a happy life? Not necessarily.

"Thank you, modesty. I'm a little thoughtless indeed. I still can't go to see winner now. Maybe it's better to go on like this." Finally, Luo Ziwen said such a sentence.

As a matter of fact, Luo Ziwen made a big decision to find Qi Qian today. He made up his mind to ask the other party to help him arrange a meeting with Wenna Yiner.

As a result, he suddenly changed his mind, and Luo Ziwen decided to disappear. His heart is indecisive, even do not know how to face the love. On the one hand, there was still a feeling for Wenner in his heart, which he could not give up. On the other hand, he doesn't want the tragedy to happen. He often thinks of how wenaiyiner betrayed himself, as if there are countless needles in his heart. Luoziwen can't accept such things, which blocks his love with wenaiyiner.

Finally, Qi Qian gives Luo Ziwen a few days for him to think about it again. Then he takes Qi Qian home and Luo Ziwen drives back to the Luo family's mansion.

In the house of Roche, a man sleeps in bed with big characters. Luo Ziwen's face is full of fatigue, and his hair is full of stinky sweat. He looks a little slovenly.

On the table, there are red wine bottles, which are drunk every night during sleep these days.

Luo Ziwen was not so happy before. Although he was the successor, he lived happily every day. He appointed talented people to deal with the company's affairs. In addition to working overtime occasionally, he had to help himself, and his life could be called leisurely.

But recently, this kind of leisurely and peaceful life has been completely broken. It's like a heavy stone smashing on the calm lake, splashing with water. The former calm no longer exists.

"Why... Wena Yiner, you have to show up at this time of my life. It's clear that my life is not as smart and comfortable as you, but you still show up." Getting up from bed, Luo Ziwen poured a glass of red wine and drank it again.

In the evening, the rosy clouds and the setting sun set off the beautiful time. The golden light fell on the wine body, echoing only a feeling of loss.

Luo Ziwen's face is scarlet. His shirt is untied. He begins to take off his clothes and go to the bathroom. He wants to take a bath. Maybe cold water will freshen him up a little bit.

At this time, the housekeeper outside the room came knocking: "Luo Shao, Miss Gu asks to see you."

Miss Gu? Isn't that Gu Ziyun? Hearing that his current girlfriend came to look for him, Luo Ziwen waved his hand and said he couldn't see him.

The housekeeper said, "Luo Shao, Miss Gu seems to have something urgent. Are you really missing?"

"It's all gone. Why are you so upset?" Luo Ziwen just wants to be alone now. No one else should disturb him.

The housekeeper outside heard Luo Ziwen's irritability, and he didn't dare to say anything more, so he even called it.

Come to the bathroom, as if isolated from the world, finally quiet down, Luo Ziwen sitting in a two meter long bathtub, is putting water began to take a bath. The cold water rushed through his skin, and his nerves seemed to be liberated.

However, I don't know if it's the reason for drinking. The cold warm water resonates with the blood, and a strong sense of dizziness rings on his head. Consciousness gradually blurred, the body weak, blood flow faster, a strong nausea from the stomach, he felt very uncomfortable.

What's going on? Luo Ziwen thought in his heart, but his consciousness became more and more blurred, and he seemed to faint.

At this time, Luo Ziwen knew that he had an accident. He wanted to call for help. Now his symptoms should be alcoholism caused by intense drinking and warm water bathing, which accelerated blood circulation. If he didn't call for help in time, he might be at risk of death.

But at this time, it was too late to call for help. The summoning phone in the bathroom was two meters away from him, which was still very close to him. However, he was physically weak and could not even maintain his mind, let alone walk out of the two meters to get the phone.

Bad... A strong sense of suffocation from the nose, black eyes, and finally he completely fainted.

As time goes by, many things turn around like lanterns. Luo Ziwen finds himself in a dark space. In this space, he floats in the air, surrounded by darkness, and the air is filled with the smell of death.

"Where am I? Is this hell?" Luo Ziwen cried anxiously, his voice full of despair. He remembered that he was drinking in the bathroom, because the bath made the alcohol flow too fast, leading to shock. So was he really dead?

No, I can't die yet! In his heart, Luo Ziwen cried desolately. He still had many things to do. He didn't enjoy the prosperity of the world enough. How could he die so simply. Also at this time, the dark space around him lights up, and what comes into view is a European style courtyard, with blooming flowers and fragrant, green plants and trees full of vitality. What's more interesting is that a butterfly still stays on Luo Ziwen's shoulder. Suddenly appeared in front of the scene, make Luo Ziwen think, this should not be hell, hell where there is such a good place, this should be heaven, originally he came to heaven! Can be reflected is still a despair, even if came to heaven, then he is not dead? He sat down on the ground and looked up, his eyes full of despair. At this time, a voice appeared: "Luo Ziwen, the dead, died of alcoholism. Now I will try you." The voice fell, and a young man appeared in front of Luo Ziwen. This man was strange looking, with a pair of pure white wings of angels, but the horns of the first devil, holding the Bible in his hand, looked mysterious and solemn.