When Pan Shijie arrived at the nightclub, he saw Gu Zijun already drinking alone in the private room.

They didn't dare to be outside openly. Pan Shijie also frequented this nightclub, so he was familiar with it.

He sat down next to Gu Zijun and asked with a smile: "Why does Mr. Gu have time to go out for a drink today? Did he encounter something good?"

In fact, what he said was purely funny. As long as you have eyes, you can see that Gu Zijun is not encountering a good thing, it is almost a funeral.

"Don't ask, don't worry, just drink with me today and you won't come home until you get drunk."

Gu Zijun picked up the wine glass, poured a large glass of wine and handed it to Pan Shijie, saying in a rather depressed tone.

Pan Shijie took a sip, frowned and said, "Damn, it's actually white. Brother, if you don't want to go home, I still want to go home. I don't know that I provoked a tigress recently. If something happens,

I haven’t stabbed the old man yet.”

"Are you afraid of a woman?" Gu Zijun sneered and said with disdain.

Pan Shijie immediately became anxious. Don't say anything to a man, don't say that men are afraid of women. If he did, he would be anxious.

So he rolled up his sleeves and said boldly: "Who is afraid of her? Who is afraid of her? Well, since you said so, I will drink it today, and I will drink it well, and you will be charged."

"Haha, this is what it looks like."

Gu Zijun smiled, raised his glass and started drinking with him one glass at a time.

Gu Zijun was holding his breath because he felt uncomfortable. He didn't care about drinking, he just wanted to have a good time, so that he could have a drink and forget about those troubles.

Pan Shijie is usually a good drinker, but he has been strictly controlled by his girlfriend recently.

But the more strictly this kind of thing is controlled, the more likely it is to create trouble once there is an opportunity. So now he is like a starving ghost who has been hungry for eight hundred years, and he goes completely crazy when he sees wine.

Not to mention, the two of them actually drank several bottles of wine.

There are all kinds of them, red and white, and I just need some beer.

In the end, both of them were so drunk that they almost turned into a puddle of mud. They hugged each other and talked a lot. Pan Shijie talked about how hard he worked.

He looks rich and majestic, but no one knows how miserable he is. The old man doesn't care, and he has a fiancée. Now his life is worse than death, worse than a pig or a dog.

Gu Zijun also talked, talking drunken words. But he didn't talk as much as Pan Shijie, complaining about his father, his fiancée, and this hard and cheating life.

He only said three words, and kept saying those three words over and over again, "Zou Xiaomi, Zou Xiaomi, Zou Xiaomi..."

He kept mumbling and shouting, as if the only thing left in his body, heart, and mind was this name.

Because he was drunk, he didn't even know that someone had entered the private room. The people who came in couldn't help but sneered when they saw how drunk he and Pan Shijie were, and then waved their hands and asked their men to separate the two.

Pointing at Gu Zijun, he said: "Put him to the car, you know where."

"What should we do about this?" His subordinate asked Pan Shijie.

The man took one look, sneered again, waved his hand and said, "Send it back to Pan's house! By the way, call Miss Wu and say that Mr. Pan is out fooling around again."

"Yes," the subordinate immediately agreed.
Chapter completed!