Charles smiled ambiguously, and curled his lips. "It could be better."
"Fuck off!"
Nan Fengxiao glared at him disgustedly, and went to get the wine again.
Charles has quick eyes, and before Nan Fengxiao has touched the bottle, he hides behind him.
"Visually, your drink has reached its limit."
There are five or six bottles of empty wine bottles on the table. He didn't want his life if he drank it like this.
Nan Feng Xiao Jian frowned, stretched out his hand, and said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, take it out."
"Howl—"
The south wind screamed into the fire, and he stood up suddenly, his head was a little dizzy, and the person was almost unsteady on his feet.
After recovering for a few seconds, Nan Fengxiao's fist had already greeted him and kicked Charles in the leg.
Charles bends down in pain, hugging his leg, swearing.
"court death!"
Nan Fengxiao snatched the bottle from Charles, bit it open with his teeth, poured it on the sofa, and poured it into his mouth facing the bottle.
Charles was just about to stop him, but he pulled his sore feet, cruelly, and just ignored him.
"Shao, a woman is opium, don't want to quit it. Look at your appearance, you have not only contracted it, have you been poisoned too much, right?"
Nan Feng Xiao was silent, his eyes gloomy, and he was pouring wine one by one.
"For her, I can't give up for a long time."
Charles stared blankly, and finally shook his head helplessly.
Once you have a dead hole, it is really impossible for you to do what you want to do without any distractions.
And you, Nan Fengxiao, as long as you have a dead spot, you will become vulnerable.
It's just that the authorities are fascinated, and the bystanders are clear, he never realized.
…
When night falls, the lights are on, the heaven and earth enter the most lively moment.
Nan Feng Xiao seemed to have changed his person, and fell slantingly on the sofa, only knowing that he was drinking glass after glass.
Obviously he couldn't drink it anymore, his eyes began to be confused, but his hands didn't stop.
"Howl—"
"Go away!" Charles wanted to persuade him, but when he slapped him away, the back of his hand was immediately red.
Charles frowned, his anger came up all at once, grabbed his wine glass, and fell directly to the ground.
Bright red and dazzling red wine flowed everywhere along the floor.
The scene was a mess.
"Are you the fucking man? Are you here to die for a woman?"
Charles is no longer in the way he used to be, pointing to Nan Feng Xiao and cursing.
Who is his turn to teach him
Nan Fengxiao struggled to get up, just standing up, his head was dizzy, and he fell straight to the ground.
"Are you tired of living?"
Even though he was drunk, the domineering he should have was no less, his eyes were still bitter, as if he was about to kill Charles.
Charles sneered, "Look at you like that, you can't even stand, so don't be cool."
He only dared to say this kind of seeking death when Nan Fengxiao was drunk.
As usual, he has no idea how many times he has been beaten.
Nan Fengxiao pressed his painful temple, his chest was stuffy, as if someone was holding a knife in it to seal it, and the pain was piercing.
"Shut up, don't force me to beat you." Nan Fengxiao has already become confused, and all his fists are weak.
With a "pop", the man had fallen on the sofa, his eyes confused.