Yang Can is pressing the iphone mobile phone that the old K has applied for, doing preparations for the interview in the afternoon. I didn’t expect this little girl to come out suddenly. It’s strange, when did I have such a deep friendship with her, and looked at her helplessly. : "I said Senior Xia... In theory, we are competitors. Is it necessary to share information?"
Xia Meng couldn't help being speechless when she heard the sarcasm in his words, but suddenly she remembered something and pointed to Yang Can: "Okay, you heartless guy, don't forget that I told you, Zhang Jie It’s gay gossip."
This arrogant little girl still makes Yang Can really speechless, can this false information be compared with the real information
"Nothing to say... Don't think that I am naturally beautiful..." Xia Meng gained the upper hand for a while, and her pretty face looked triumphant.
"Then what do you want? You don't want me to taste the favor, right? I don't have any opinion..." It made no sense, and Yang Can started to play rogue at all, with a serious expression about to twist off his collar.
"Taste the meat...you think I dare not want it..." Xia Meng blushed first, and then she rushed up and pasted her unwillingly, holding her chest up as if someone was afraid of whom.
From a closer look, this young girl can indeed be regarded as a beautiful embryo, with elven clear eyes, fair and smooth skin, and a vigorous literary atmosphere. No matter how you look at it, it is lovely.
"You really dare." In just a few seconds, how could Xia Meng, who is a girl with affection, compare to Yang Can's cheeky. After losing the battle, she blushed and stepped back, pouting and muttering, raising her hand. He took the wine bottle next to him: "If you want to make amends, drink it..."
"Change the beer?" Yang Can frowned and waved at the Wuliang Liquid.
"You are a big five and three rough man, what kind of beer do you drink? It's a man, let's white..." Xia Meng imitated the tone of a northerner with that Taiwanese accent. Xing Yuanyuan stared at him with contempt, thinking that Yang Can's behavior was related to him. This seems to be half a catty of alcohol and looks seriously inconsistent.
Originally, Yang Can had no problem drinking a pound of white wine, but this meal was lunch. In the afternoon, he had to go to the park with a missing girl in a city. The news was connected to the public security bureau’s network through an iPhone modified by old K. The valuable information he got, the subject matter of the next issue of Nan Zhou Magazine would have to rely on this. He didn't want to abandon his business for personal reasons, so he shook his head.
"Sister... Forget it, if he doesn't drink, don't force it. Why do you want to be disappointed? Come, let's drink with you." The young trainee reporters at the same table have been jealous at Xia Meng for a long time, seeing Xia Meng look a little depressed. Seeing the opportunity quickly "plugged in" in.
Xia Meng is really a bit sulky with Yang Can, and secondly, he is unwilling to discourage everyone. After all, they are all reporters. It is inevitable that there will be situations of mutual care in the future. It is necessary to build a good relationship, and there is also Ace Weekly on this table. A few of them started drinking with them with a smile.
At the beginning, these people were very polite, saying "random" in their mouths, but then Xu Yang had already started to fight with the newspaper bosses loudly. The atmosphere was lively and warmed, and these people began to archeologically. Xia Meng, the only girl at the table, guessed the boxer.
Although Xia Meng seemed to have a strong literary and artistic atmosphere, she was very enthusiastic in nature. Those who came were not afraid, and fisted with those people one by one. After drinking a lot, a layer of blush appeared on her pink and white cheeks. Increased a bit coquettishly.
Sure enough, nine out of ten people actually had the guilty heart of getting Xia Meng drunk and taking advantage of the opportunity. Every time he used mind-reading skills on such occasions, Yang Can felt that he was as pure as a sacred person.
Seeing that the eyes of Xia Meng next to her were a little bit "confused", she finally couldn't help but whispered to her kindly, "Girl, don't drink, they are pouring you."
Xia Meng glanced at him, then sighed and leaned in his ear to explain in a soft voice, "I know. But you can't drink it. They are all accomplices. After offending them, they will have no place to go to the scene. I can't wait. You come to protect me when I go home."
Looking down and seeing an address uploaded on his mobile phone, Yang Can suddenly understood that this little beauty also seemed to be a smart person, but she was just a little reporter who could not help but socialize.
She really regarded herself as a friend, didn't she think she was also a man? Could it be that the man nurtured from the army is so ineffective? Yang Can "touched" and "touched" his chin unconsciously.
"Sister, let's punch again..." Seeing the obscene little flat head on the other side ran over excitedly with a glass of wine, Yang Can felt sick in his heart. He hated this kind of unfamiliar person's act of drinking and drinking. Are you happy when people are drunk
It’s just a Taiwanese girl who is less than twenty years old who was so irritated by a group of "sex" wolves, do you still have "sex", the one who lost our motherland, raised his hand to block it: "Man, she can't drink anymore. , You have to punch me to accompany you."
As soon as I said this, the faces of other people were not good on the spot. Yang Can’s heroic action to save beauty immediately became the public enemy of this table of men’s "sex". The collective sent contemptuous glances, and a few people's glib tongue began to ridicule. The ground was booing.
"Brothers of Nanzhou Magazine, don't do this, eat, everyone is happy, don't disappoint."
"You're not Xia Meng or someone like him. It's not your responsibility to block alcohol."
"Knowing your South Weekly's scenery today, it won't be so overbearing..."
She said she was about to pull Yang Can away and continued to look for Xia Meng. Yang Can was not in the mood to talk nonsense with them. He smiled and put his arms on Xia Meng's shoulders, "What's wrong, Xia Meng is my friend. Help her block it." Yang Can looks like a flower protector. Yang Can looks very easy-going at ordinary times, but once he decides something, he won't let it go in one step.
As soon as I heard this, I saw that Xia Meng didn't refuse. A small portion of the people in the room understood the meaning, and they stopped talking after they hid. Only the few unwilling people looked at each other.
"Brother, don't be brave, our Nancheng rules, men help women block wine on the wine table, one cup counts as three cups." One of them reminded maliciously.
Yang Can couldn't help but sneer in his heart. He had been in the army for a few years, and his accent was indistinguishable from Nancheng. These bastards wanted to fool themselves. I have lived in Nancheng for so many years. Why haven't I heard this rule
"Then follow your rules." Yang Can didn't care about the other side's tricks, and picked up the wine glass lukewarm.
"Okay! This is what you said, then let's come." The little flat-head smiled obscenely. Yang Can, the stupid big man, is really the same. At first glance, there is no brain. You can drink anymore. We still have so many people. Even if you are Qiao Feng alive, we can still kill him.
Yang Can lifted up his sleeves and started punching with this guy. This group of people played very simple. They were the most old-fashioned fifty and fifteen. They shouted numbers, and they were ordinary punches.
While staring at the consciousness on the head, Yang Can shouted: "Fifteen! Ten!" After a few times, the other party's consciousness was too messy, and he couldn't figure out the details, so he lost a hand. After everyone burst into laughter, Yang Can raised his head and drank three cups refreshingly.
"Yang Can, let me come." The slightly drunk Xia Meng saw Yang Can who was not going to drink alcohol. She was so moved by someone to drink alcohol for her. She secretly pulled down his sleeves. If you don't hold him now, these people are afraid that they won't spare him if they don't pour him under the table.
Feeling the spicy sensation from burning his throat, Yang Can came up with interest, waved his hand and said broadly, "No, it's not enough just now, change the cup, use the big cup..." The waiter called the waiter to take the small cup of liquor. Change to a tall red wine glass.
Everyone looked at each other and thought to themselves, this one was too impulsive, using a red wine glass. So lethal, can the stomach stand it? If you lose three cups at a time, you should be sent to a doctor, right
Xia Meng was even more shocked, and she immediately understood that Yang Can must be bluffing to scare others, right
Yang Can’s outrageous shout also made people at the nearby tables look over curiously. The people at the wine table loved the atmosphere. Many people raised up yelled okay, but they made it happen. The people at this table are a little nervous.
Looking at the wine glass full of wine, the little flat head looked a little hesitant.
Yang Can snorted in his heart, what he wanted was this effect. In behavioral psychology, hesitation, thinking, and nervousness, these emotions will slowly gather consciousness and force the appearance of gaseous words. Just now, the other party was too nervous, no Taking winning or losing as a matter, I can't "touch" it.
This is the end of the matter. With so many people as witnesses, no one will be able to come to Taiwan regardless of whether the two sides win or lose. Well, if you go together, there will be more opportunities to meet in the future? I can't afford to lose this face, Xiaopingtou carefully rolled up his sleeves and began to officially open his fists.
"Come on... Ten! Fifteen!" Yang Can looked at the clear numbers on the opponent's head, while aggressively punching the other person. Under the witness of the people at the table, the mind-reading technique accurately predicted the opponent's Minsi, easily won this one.
"You drink!" Yang Can "dang!" He slapped the table, and didn't mean to let go of the small flat head. Such a bold atmosphere caused the people around him to loudly applaud.
"Yang Can! Handsome!" Xia Meng next to him hooked Yang Can's shoulders with joy and clapped her hands. Seeing that her face flushed from the suffocation, she couldn't help but laugh.
After losing the punch, the little flat head raised his head helplessly after holding the large glass of wine, coughed twice, his face was flushed with choking, and he called out: "It's full... Let's come again!" He still has a little drink. He didn't want to lose face in front of Xia Meng.
Come again? Do you really want to get on the pole with me? Yang Can sneered in his heart. You guys still dared to fight with me. I thought that when I was in the army, I fixed the perverted drunks in the army for a few days. , Since you want to experience the taste of gastric lavage, then I will fulfill you.
"Five! Fifteen! Twenty!" Amid the shouts of wine orders, time slowly passed...
The unwilling little flat head fell down, and he went to the toilet with an amazing amount of alcohol and vomited in the toilet. The lucky moustache blushed and crooked to one side, and two of them even crooked directly on the bench...
Amidst the chaos of the table, Yang Can still sits beside Xia Meng calmly, with five grains and ten bottles of five grains of "liquid" in front of him lying crookedly, with a look on his face. The classic line of Feng Xiaogang in the movie "Kung Fu": "Who else!" Looking at the others at this table.
Those who were arrogant and arrogant before, already felt that they lowered their heads and did not dare to make a sound, for fear that they met Yang Can’s eyes, and they had been on the wine table for a few years, but they really hadn’t encountered anything like that. It's a domineering character like Yang Can, where is this person, the whole one-punch god...
Twenty-one punches in a row, twenty-one consecutive victories... This... Who would believe it!
Liu Yong, who had just changed positions with Xia Meng at the next table, had already opened his mouth and was stunned. At the beginning, he couldn’t help showing that Yang Can was his brother’s excitement. It has turned into shock, scratching his head and dare not dare. The look of confidence.
"It's really amazing. Twenty-one streaks, this can be on the front page of tomorrow." The people next to them all looked at Yang Can with the expression of watching the Discovery show, and sighed.
When Xia Meng looked at Yang Can with a slightly hazy look, she was clearly admiring, and she was already wondering if she was already drunk. All of this was a dream.