He smiled lightly and said, "When you go out, I'll treat you to a drink."
Mo Shen looked at him expressionlessly and refused directly: "I won't go."
Bo Jinyan raised his eyebrows and said, "No one has ever been able to refuse my invitation. Are you sure you want to refuse?"
What Bo Jinyan said was completely inconsiderate. He was a man who had been hurt by love. He raised his hand and opened his mouth to cut off all his escape routes.
"Come out with me, or I will kill you. Don't cry too hard then." Mo Ye glared at him impatiently, and that look translated into one sentence: Are you done yet?
Bo Jinyan said: "Anyway, if you don't understand it, you might as well go out with me and I'll have a drink with you. Maybe you'll understand it after you drink too much."
Mo Ye still refused to straighten it out, so Bo Jinyan raised his hand and played with his sleeves gracefully, with a hint of malice on his face: "I'll give you one last chance. Answer me after you figure it out."
Mo Ye stared at him with an almost cold face.
Is this person still his friend? I have never seen anyone more extreme than him.
…
In the end, Mo Ye was dragged out.
He was sitting on the bar counter of the bar with a very ugly face, as if he was going to fight with Bo Jinyan if he wasn't careful.
Bo Jinyan ordered seven or eight glasses of strong wine, placed them in front of Mo Ye, and said, "Drink all of this. You will feel relaxed after drinking it. At least tonight you will not have random thoughts anymore."
Mo Ye stared at the wine, raised his head with a gloomy face and said, "Do you think I can drink now?" His wound has not healed for a long time. Isn't it too dangerous to drink at this time? What if the wound becomes inflamed?
manage?
When Bo Jinyan saw how much he cared about his life, he couldn't help laughing: "I've never paid such attention to you before."
Mo Ye pushed a few bottles of wine in front of him and refused them coldly: "I won't drink anyway, to save my life."
Bo Jinyan nodded and agreed: "It's good to cherish your life."
After saying that, he picked up a glass of wine and drank it down. Mo Ye couldn't help frowning when he saw this: "Didn't you quit drinking and smoking? Aren't you afraid that Gu Luoqi will settle the score with you if you drink like this?"
Mo Ye raised his eyebrows and joked indifferently: "Today is a special situation. Gu Luoqi will not ask me to check."
Mo Ye frowned and finally realized something was wrong. He laughed speechlessly and gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't you bring me out just to have a logical excuse to drink."
Bo Jinyan sneered and said, "I'm not as timid as you."
Do you still expect yourself to be capable in front of Gu Luoxi?
He could remember Bo Jinyan's daily cowardice in his heart.
Mo Ye gave him a cold look, picked up a glass of wine and drank it down in one gulp.
Bo Jinyan teased coldly: "Don't you want to drink?"
Mo Ye took another sip of wine, and the strong alcohol burned his throat, causing pain.
But Mo Ye felt very good. He drank a glass of wine indifferently. His face felt a little hot, but his brain nerves seemed to be much more active.
Alcohol is really a good thing, one or two glasses can get you drunk.
"Are you feeling better?" Bo Jinyan asked calmly.
Mo Ye nodded, and his mood indeed improved a lot. After a few glasses of wine, he suddenly felt enlightened.
Bo Jinyan: "You can drink whatever you want today. As long as you still have breath, I can revive you."