"Guest, you are drunk, do you want to call a taxi for you?" The young woman was afraid of something happening and was anxious to see this crazy guy away.
"I, I'm not drunk...I...can walk by myself." Although he stuttered a bit when he spoke, he still felt in his subconscious that he had the ability to take care of himself, so he pushed the woman away and reached out to help her.
his hand.
He felt that his shot was not heavy, but the woman was suddenly thrown out, and her back hit the bar, and she let out an "ouch" in pain.
"I... told you... I can walk..." Haoran looked at her drowsily, then stumbled towards the door. After only three steps, he lost his footing again and fell.
His forehead accidentally hit the flower stand in front of the door. After a sudden splash, the ground was covered with soil and broken branches and leaves splashed from the broken flower pot.
"Why are you sweating so much?" Sun Haoran felt some viscous liquid slipping from his forehead in a daze, and when he wiped it, his palms were all red.
"Ah! Blood!" The young woman behind him screamed.
"What's it called? Give me a dry towel!" The stimulation of blood made him wake up a little, but he didn't feel much pain. It was obvious that the excessive alcohol had paralyzed his sensory nerves.
The woman hurriedly ran to the bar and took out a snow-white towel, handing it to Haoran with a horrified look on her face. It was a trivial matter that the flower pot broke, but she was afraid that the man in front of her would be injured.
"It's all your fault, it's none of my business." The woman said in a voice as small as a mosquito's whisper.
"Tch, am I still going to hold you responsible?" From such a close distance, it was difficult for Haoran not to hear clearly, so he shouted disdainfully.
Taking the white towel handed by the woman, he covered the wound directly. The wound might still be bleeding, but he didn't mind. He turned over and got up and strode out of the bar.
After leaving the bar, Haoran took a deep breath of the night city air mixed with gasoline and perfume. He was very satisfied with his performance just now. What if he didn't have a job? What if he didn't have money? At least, he looked like a man!
Thanks to the bump just now, or at least the shock, he was no longer walking as crookedly as before. Of course, this was just his own idea. When he walked away aimlessly with drunken steps, the bar behind him
The door opened again. A slim figure looked at the back of the three-step figure, sighed, and followed from a distance.
"Wow..." After walking under a bridge, Sun Haoran finally couldn't help it, his stomach twitched and he started to vomit.
"Have you finished vomiting? Here." A crisp voice sounded in his ear, and at the same time, a white palm held a pack of napkins and stretched it out in front of him.
"Thank you." Taking the package of exquisite tissues that exuded the fragrance of flowers, he took out one and wiped the corners of his mouth awkwardly. Lowering his head, he happened to catch a glimpse of a pair of beautiful legs wearing pink sandals.
He looked all the way up his legs. At first glance, he couldn't help but stay in place. In front of him was a young girl under twenty years old, with very light makeup, which just made her oval face and snow-white skin
The look was extraordinarily elegant and refined. The weather at the end of August was still very hot. The long silk skirt clung to the girl's skin, wrapping her figure in an extremely exquisite shape. Especially the undulating curves of the breasts, which made men swoon at a glance.
There is a feeling of warm blood expanding.
"Have you finished reading?" the beautiful girl said with a charming smile, her voice was very seductive.
"Do we know each other?" Sun Haoran asked this stupidly. If he had met such a beautiful woman before, he would never forget her.
"That's right." The girl continued to say in her sweet voice: "I noticed you as soon as you entered the bar."
"Oh? Have you been following me?" Haoran was in a daze, but the alcohol concentration in his body prevented him from thinking further.
"Give it back to you." He endured the discomfort in his head and stomach and handed the remaining tissues back to the person.
"It doesn't matter, you can keep it for use." The soft female voice was very nice.
"I'm leaving, you can do what you want." Haoran felt that he was getting drunk again. The girl in front of him was very hot both in face and figure. He was afraid that he would do something unexpected under the control of alcohol.
matter.
"Hang on, judging from your expression and behavior, either you have been greatly stimulated, or you are at the end of your rope." The girl smiled sweetly again: "And these two kinds of people are what I need now.
"
"Who do you need?" Sun Haoran wanted to focus on that graceful figure, but unfortunately, his vision gradually blurred, and even the proud double peaks appeared in the double image.
"Boy, five thousand a month, will you come?" The woman in front of me looked as beautiful as a fairy under the halo of street lights.
"I... come!" The girl's originally very clear voice sounded very crisp and clear to the drunken Haoran. His brain cells that were unable to think caused him to misunderstand the girl's words. Haoran, who was controlled by his drunkenness,
I really want to pounce on him. As the saying goes, dying under peonies is like being a ghost!
However, before he could take any action, the power of alcohol was fully exerted. Suddenly his vision went dark and he fell to the ground. All the worries and desires in the world had nothing to do with him at this moment.
"Hey, are you okay?" The girl looked worriedly at the white towel soaked with blood on his head, and then gently moved his body.
It wasn't until a series of snores came out of Haoran's mouth that smelled of alcohol that she felt at ease.
"If you can't drink, don't hold on. It's really..." The girl's beautiful eyes were angry, she took out the mobile phone in her bag and dialed: "Hi, I'm Situ Muyun, help me move someone."
Half an hour later, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped next to Situ Muyun.
"Miss Situ!" Two sturdy men got out of the car and lowered their hands, waiting for her next instruction.
"That's the man on the ground, take him away." The girl pointed to Sun Haoran, who was drunk and unconscious on the ground, and motioned to the two of them.
"Understood." The two of them quickly put Sun Haoran, who was smelling of alcohol, into the car.
"Drive, go home. No, let's go to the hospital first." Situ Muyun looked at the bloody towel on the ground, sighed, and got into the passenger seat in the front row of the car.
Under the starry sky, the black car drove away, finally disappearing into the night.
"Where am I?" When Sun Haoran opened his eyes again, what he saw was a white rehydration bottle connected to the infusion tube. He seemed to be lying on a hospital bed, and there was a face with a very pretty face next to the bed.
The little nurse who looked like a red apple was staring at him with wide eyes.
"Where else? The hospital." Apple Face replied angrily, "You're young and you know how to drink. If your girlfriend hadn't sent you here, you would have died drunk on the street, right?"
"Girlfriend?" Sun Haoran tried hard to recall what happened before he fell drunk, but felt that his headache was about to split, so he had no choice but to hold his head and stop thinking about it.
