As if in a dream, Chu Yang walked down the second floor with a slight stagger.
As he walked through the hall to the door, he grabbed the door, stopped and turned around, smiled at a few girls standing in the hall, and then walked down the steps.
Chu Yang knew that he had lost something today.
trust.
Or friendship.
Trust or friendship from a seven-year-old.
When Little Coquettish cried and shouted, "I misjudged you!", for some reason, his heart hurt. It felt like the pain of broken glass piercing into the flesh.
In a person's life, whether you want it or not, there will always be something to lose, such as the flying youth, the moment when the first love turns around, etc.
Chu Yang has always felt that in life, people have gains and losses, and this is absolutely normal.
However, what makes him feel proud and prideful is that he has always firmly maintained a friendship and trust that his brothers are willing to sacrifice their lives for.
If it hadn't been for everything that happened tonight, he would never have understood that there was such a transcendent feeling between him and Xiao Fengshao.
This kind of emotion, which a person rarely encounters in his life, was lost because of his temporary obsession with it.
Maybe never come back.
Chu Yang regretted, was upset, and hated himself.
After starting the car and driving on the highway, he suddenly had a strong urge to yell, get drunk, or even cry to vent his anger.
No matter when, Chu Yang would never yell or cry, but he wanted to get drunk, like a drunken drunk.
In provincial capital cities, both men and women, as long as they have money, can find a place to get drunk no matter what time of the day.
Chu Yang wanted to get drunk, very much.
So a few miles after leaving the bodyguard company, he entered a bar.
Chu Yang didn't look at the name of the bar. He just walked in and walked to the bar. He took out a thick wad of money and threw it on the bar. He said to the female bartender who was wearing a sexy black leather coat.
Say: "Give me wine."
"What kind of drink?" The female bartender looked at Chu Yang with interest as he reached out to unbutton his shirt.
"Strong liquor, the strongest kind."
The female bartender turned around and took a bottle of Martell xo, and said in a frivolous tone: "Handsome man, drinking alone is so boring, do you want me to accompany you?"
Chu Yang ignored her.
In his life, at least 1,397 beautiful women have used such words to talk to him.
Women, sometimes in his eyes, are far less than a bottle of strong wine.
Women are fickle, but strong alcohol only burns the heart.
Chu Yang opened the bottle cap and drank without using a wine glass. He raised his head to the bottle.
Eleven seconds and thirty-two, at most eleven seconds and thirty-two, he drank the entire bottle of spirits! The female bartender calculated silently in her mind and slowly opened her mouth. She has been working as a bartender for two years.
, I have never seen anyone drink spirits as mineral water in a bar!
Looking at Chu Yang's face that was rapidly flushing, she suddenly felt her heart beating very fast, and she even started to feel itchy and wet in one place.
Men are like wine, the stronger the wine, the more flavorful it is.
The female bartender understood this truth when she climbed into a man's bed for the first time at the age of seventeen.
"Uh... Phew!" Chu Yang put down the wine bottle and raised his head, exhaled a breath of wine, and smiled at the slightly bewildered female bartender: "Foreign wine is too weak, is there any domestic 62-degree roasted knife?"
Seeing the red-faced Chu Yang smiling at herself, the female bartender didn't know why. Her healthy and beautiful face was as red as if she had drank a whole bottle of strong wine. She glanced at her secretly and seemed not to notice.
When Fei Ge came here (the 'boss' who was in charge of watching the scene and the man who was pestering her now) took a look and said in a low voice: "Sir, we don't sell shabu knives here, they only sell some high-end liquor... If you
If you want to drink, you can go to my house, my dad has a few bottles of Shaojiao in the wine cabinet."
"How far is your home?" Chu Yang shook his head. After drinking a bottle of liquor in one breath, he felt a little uncomfortable.
"It's not far, just a few kilometers." The female bartender quickly replied: "It's a ten-minute drive at most."
Chu Yang closed his eyes and thought for a few seconds, then shook his head: "Forget it, drinking is mainly about one's mood. I'm afraid that after I go to your house, I will never find this feeling again. Again.
Get me a bottle of this."
The female bartender agreed with some disappointment, turned around and got him another bottle.
Chu Yang drank this bottle of wine relatively slowly, taking 17 seconds and 42 seconds.
Chu Yang, who raised his head, weighed the wine bottle until the last drop of wine fell on the tip of his tongue, then placed the bottle heavily on the bar: "Come again."
This time, the female bartender did not persuade him and brought him another bottle.
Chu Yang raised his head and drank.
Chu Yang, who had already drank two bottles of Martell
The corners of his eyes slipped and fell to the floor like tears.
Chu Yang is Gui Che and the king of killers. Although he can still drink, he is not a drunkard after all, especially when he is extremely depressed. Therefore, after drinking nearly three bottles of Martell xo, he was already a little drunk
. But he still slammed the bottle on the ground, lay on the bar and stretched out his right hand to grab the female bartender's hand. He said with a somewhat big tongue: "Here, bring me a drink."
When Chu Yang drank the second bottle of wine, everyone in the bar was attracted by him. They couldn't help but put down the wine glass in their hands, looked here with interest, and whispered about who this person was.
Where does this holiness come from to be so awesome?
Brother Fei, who had dragons and tigers tattooed on his arms and thought he could make the earth shake by stomping his feet on the street, although he admired Chu Yang deeply in his heart, he still said to his companions insincerely: "Look, look at that ###
, he must have been dumped by a woman."
Brother Fei, who wanted to watch the joke on the sidelines, felt worried when he saw Chu Yang drink the third bottle, smash the bottle to pieces, and then grab the female bartender’s hand and continue to ask for wine.
Damn, he wasn't happy anymore, and he put the wine glass heavily on the table: "I'm sorry for the neighbor next door. This pretty boy dares to act cool in front of my wife. It seems that he really lacks discipline."
"Yeah, Brother Fei, look, look, he dared to hold Xin'er's hand, do you want to 'remind' him?"
Fei Ge stood up and glanced around. He was observing how many people came from Chu Yang.
There were about fifty or sixty people in the bar, some men and women, some sitting and some standing, some walking out and some coming in... One was wearing a white sportswear and a hat on his head. He couldn't see.
Someone, male or female, walked in. After she (he) came in, she (he) lowered her head and hugged her arms, leaning on the window sill beside the door, as if she came to the bar not to drink but to be in a daze.
"Damn it, there are more and more people pretending to be cool these days... Let's go over there." After spitting at the man in a white sportswear who looked like a Muslim, Fei Ge pointed at several of his buddies.
He waved his hand and walked towards the bar first.
The man in the white sportswear raised his head, with a pair of eyes brighter than the brightest star on the cold winter night, and looked at Fei Ge and the others coldly. However, when her (his) eyes moved to Chu Yang
When I was wearing it, the ice in my eyes melted into water instantly like encountering the scorching sun in June.
After the female bartender Xin'er was grabbed by Chu Yang, her heart beat wildly. If she hadn't seen Brother Fei and the others coming over, she would have said to the boss, "This is my friend."
, he drank too much, I want to send him home.' Then he took Chu Yang back to the bed in her own home.
With some people, you don’t necessarily have to have him/her all your life. As long as you have each other for one night occasionally, it can embellish your entire ordinary life.
"Sir, you have drunk too much. You can't drink any more." Xin'er glanced at Fei Ge who walked to the bar with a worried look, and then persuaded Chu Yang who kept asking her for a drink.
Fei Ge touched his chin and walked to Chu Yang's side, tilted his head and glanced at him first, and then said to Xin'er: "Xin'er, if they ask you to get the wine, just take it. What nonsense are you talking about?"
Xin'er glanced at Brother Fei timidly and said boldly: "Brother Fei, he has already drank three bottles. If he drinks again, he may be in danger of alcohol poisoning."
"He fell down after drinking to death. No one forced him anyway." Fei Ge sneered and looked at Xin'er sideways: "What's wrong? Are you feeling distressed?"
Xin'er sighed inwardly and had no choice but to turn around and get another bottle of wine. She forced a smile and said, "Where is it? I'm just afraid that something might happen to my guests."
From the time he drank the first bottle to now, it had only been a few minutes since Chu Yang came into the bar.
Although Chu Yang drinks a lot, so much so that he and Gu Mingchuang once drank eight bottles of liquor and still completed a task that other killers seemed impossible to complete. But that time, it was because
To celebrate Shang Lige's complete recovery from death, he was in a very good mood at that time, and it took him an entire afternoon to drink the wine.
But now, when he feels that he has lost the innocent friendship of Xiao Fengshao, he has unconsciously had the idea of torturing himself, especially after drinking three bottles in such a short period of time. Although he has an astonishing amount of alcohol, he can
He still felt that his head was getting more and more painful, and his calves were starting to feel weak. He looked at Fei Ge who was standing aside with a somewhat astigmatic look, and asked with a smile: "Who are you? Standing here like ###,
Do you want to drink with me?"
Brother Fei looked down upon the kind of guy who came to the bar to get drunk after being dumped by a woman. If Chu Yang hadn't held Xin'er's hand, he wouldn't have bothered to come over to join her.
Now, after hearing Chu Yang say these words, Brother Fei, who wanted to show off this guy, was not angry.
Seeing the pile of money that Chu Yang threw on the bar, Fei Ge was not angry. In fact, he immediately changed his mind and thought that he could win some money from Chu Yang through some small means. So he stretched out his hand and slapped Chu Yang.
He snapped his fingers and signaled Xin'er to get him a bottle of wine.
Xin'er immediately understood what Fei Ge was going to do. She looked at Chu Yang with some worry and helplessly took a bottle of wine and handed it to Fei Ge.
Fei Ge clearly saw the worry in Xin'er's eyes when she looked at Chu Yang. This made him feel even more unhappy, but on the surface he said with a smile: "Okay, I'll drink with you.
"
"Okay." Chu Yang nodded. Just as he was about to raise his head to drink, Fei Ge grabbed his hand: "Drink slowly, buddy. Let's make a bet before drinking."
"Betting? Drinking means drinking. What kind of bullshit bet are you making?" Chu Yang asked inexplicably, and then he understood: "Ah, I know, you are thinking that I have drunk too much, and you want to lie to me.
Spend the money? Ha, ha, ha. Go, I’m not in the mood right now. If you want to drink, drink it. If you don’t drink, get out of here.”