Xia Meng never thought that Yang Can would be such a person. Today, he is too fierce, completely different from his usual giggles. Xia Meng feels like she doesn't know him, and she just doesn't know why. When he was angry, he couldn't understand Lao Hei by the way and complained that he had broken Yang Can.
Every woman always has a very strict standard for the man she valued. It is obvious that today's Yang Can broke his standard in Xia Meng's mind, which made her feel very disappointed.
"Girl, don't be angry, in fact, what you said is reasonable, I really bullied people today." Yang Can snorted, and his blushing voice improved a lot: "But I have the confidence to bully... Have a conscience and bully people like this. Maybe outsiders look like we are lawless. There will definitely be many people who call old black soldiers like me a stain on the country, but what? I don’t care, girl, honestly, you Don’t think about the regulations or laws. You should think about what you should do on the spot..."
Before Xia Meng could speak, Zhou Haoran patted his thigh. Thinking of Wang Gang’s rude and rascal look before, and thinking of the wrong case, he nodded boldly and patted his thigh: "This bunch of bastards, it's me, I I must have let Old Hei unload his legs today."
"A bastard... If Nanchu Satellite TV is mine now, I will immediately take out the people behind Wang Gang and let him pay for today's affairs, my Yang Can person! My company! My woman! As long as it is... it belongs to me, who dares to touch it, even the king of heaven... Grandpa would dare to shave his skin..."
Zhou Haoran is usually impulsive and doesn’t know how to drink. It’s understandable to speak so loudly, but this old man is so excited that it was really unexpected. In fact, Xia Meng was thinking about Chen Guoqing’s bruised and bruised photos, and she couldn’t help but feel that There is some truth in Yang Can's arrogant remarks.
But when he looked at Yang Can again, he saw that his face looked like a smile, but he was very abusive. When he yelled at herself, Xia Meng felt sour, and her eyes were red and tears were about to fall.
"Sister, don't cry first, you didn't notice. He is already drunk." Old Hei smiled in Xia Meng's ear and reminded him.
How did Xia Meng know that Yang Can's drink volume was good, but there was still a certain gap between him and Lao Hei. They dried a bottle and a half in a row, and Yang Can was already dizzy.
Although Yang Can does not drink alcohol easily, if he encounters someone who really wants to drink at that time, he must be drunk every time he drinks. If he is not drunk, it is because he has to be sober and take care of those who drink less than him, but if there is an old black, he does not need to. Restrained, thinking about shocking Zheng Chucheng's stubbornness, he felt very comfortable and refreshed, and unconsciously he became a little bit presumptuous.
Xia Meng's small face was still a little aggrieved, and she didn't believe it, so Lao Hei unconsciously moved forward, moved the wine bottle aside, smiled and said to him, "Little sister, or I will tell you the story of Yang Tou. Well, do you want to hear the story of him getting drunk?"
Xia Meng had no idea about Yang Can before. She only knew that he had served as a soldier. She nodded with curiosity in her heart. After careful observation of Yang Can, she found that he was still humming with Zhou Haoran, but he didn't seem to have any central thoughts. I finally believed that he was really drunk.
"There is a saying in our army that wine taste is like character, Yang Tou's alcohol volume is not the top-notch, but the wine gall and alcohol volume are excellent, and he will never make trouble after drinking, but he has three fatal vices." Hei He said with a smile.
"Vice?"
"First, he showed his amazing jumping ability when he was drunk, second, he slept wherever he went after he was drunk, and third, he likes to find a sturdy man in the street to follow secretly after being drunk, and only follow him. Don't do it..."
Everyone has "problems" after being drunk. Some people love to cry, some love to laugh, some love to sing, some are impulsive, and some love to sleep, but like Yang Can who has so many "problems" after being drunk, Xia Meng is really a little bit sick. I don't believe it, the first two are barely understandable, but the third one is unbelievable. Is it possible that Yang Can subconsciously likes men
Then, Lao Hei laughed and told about the incident he had witnessed after Yang Can was drunk. He vaguely remembered that it was the first drink they had just met. It was a holiday. After being drunk, Lao He took Yang Can to watch basketball. It is said to watch basketball instead of playing basketball because although Lao Hei liked to play when he was young, but his left hand was injured in that kidnapping, and now his fingers can no longer bend too much angle, he just loves to watch if he can't play.
A few soldiers from the armored regiment were playing halftime in the army that day, and their level was indeed declining. Yang Can pulled a chair and sat on the edge of the basketball court, squinting his eyes half-asleep and sneered at the armored group's buddies. .
"Why are you laughing, or you come up and try?" A soldier was irritated by Yang Can's sneer, and his mouth became dirty. Of course, he certainly didn't know that this was the old king of Yan.
"Bring it!" Yang Can didn't care about the uncleanness of the soldier's mouth. He stretched out his hand for the basketball. He saw Yang Can dribble the ball with one hand, and ran to the basket with the ball a few steps from the sidelines, and vacated with the help of running. Jump up and dunk with one hand! success!
The soldiers present were all stunned. Yang Can's height was no more than 1.8 meters. No one in the armored regiment of this height could dunk, but they were even more surprised at the back.
Seeing a "click", Yang Can did not manage the heat well after drinking, and the army's basketball hoop was in disrepair. He actually pulled the basket off. After Yang Can let go, the basket and the fixed basket were both It droops down.
While the members of the armored regiment were all stunned, Yang Can whispered and cursed with the basket in his hand: "The Tofu Dregs Project" fell asleep on the ground, and the tall image he had just established was immediately extremely ugly. His sleeping position was destroyed.
Xia Meng couldn't help but laughed out loud and looked at Yang Can. Sure enough, he was already asleep on the table, who had talked a lot just now, his eyes were full of gentle "color," as if he had seen another unknown side of this man.
"As for his stalking of the big guy, it's even more extreme... Although not many times, the consequences are very serious. One time someone even took a case."
It was an afternoon after the mission was completed in Beijing. The boss celebrated that he was drunk. Yang Can silently followed a big man behind him that night, scaring them to death, waiting for the police station to find someone to follow him to the door. , And continued to insist on stalking Yang Can at the door of others, Yang Can's wine hasn't woken up yet.
"Why are you following people?"
"I am a scout..."
Although Yang Can was not sober in the sober room at the time, there was still a working mode in his subconscious, and he claimed to be a scout to the outside world.
"Scout? Scout, how did you detect other people's players in Beijing Guoan?"
"He may be a special spy!" Yang Can said to the police in a serious manner.
"Huh? Spy, where is the spy? There are spies this year? You watched too much 007, right? Why do you say that someone is a spy? If there is a spy, I should send you to the National Security Agency, right?!"
"The National Security Agency is our subordinate agency... I'm sure, I monitored his voice to foreign telegrams, I can't hear it wrong, I saw him after I heard the telegram, and then I followed him!"
"telegraph!"
"Yes, it's the sound of a telegram."
Yang Can was released that night. The police station thought that he was an auditory hallucination after drinking. It was conjectured that when Xiaoxue went to protect him, Yang Can, who had already woken up more than half of the wine, insisted that he heard the telegram: "I am Professional intelligence special forces, how could I get it wrong?"
Lao Hei finished the story in an almost exaggerated tone. Xia Meng was already listening to her eyes widening. She looked at Yang Can and felt that the image of the normally hippy smiling man in her heart suddenly became blurred, as if It seemed to be farther and farther away from her.
It's such a person, who doesn't seem to have much culture. It turns out that there are so many stories behind him. Since he has so many experiences, why does he come back to be a reporter? What kind of motives does he have? This made Xia Meng extremely curious.
Yang Can was already fulfilling his second "bad habit" at this time, and he was already drilling under the table. Old Hei frowned and patted Yang Can: "Yang Tou... Yang Tou..." Yang Can mumbled without responding.
Xia Meng didn't even know that this was the first time Yang Can was drunk since he came back. Yang Can said that he was sober and unconscious, and he was extremely excited. At this time, there were a few glamorous women with snow-white thighs and towering ru rooms, Yang Can. He had the urge to hug them affectionate, but he didn’t completely lose his mind. He knew this was a public place, so he suppressed the impulse, but it felt weird. At this time, his consciousness energy was a little out of control under the action of alcohol, and he was everywhere. 』Flying but unconsciously.
"This can't work, Yang Tou, Yang Tou, come here, take my key, and go to the hotel next door, room 3027. Our two brothers will talk to each other tonight, and I will send your brother back." Old Hei also shook his head and took a picture. The room jam was in the vague Yang Can's hands, and Zhou Haoran was picked up.
Xia Meng was a little uncomfortable, and looked at the old black in surprise and protested: "He is so drunk how can you leave him alone? Are you afraid that he will follow the big guy?" Her tone was very complaining.
"It's okay, he is like this. Although drunk but obedient, he will do what you ask him to do. Don't worry about him. It's okay to follow people at most once a year." The little girl Meng is really wordy.
"No, this is too messy. If you don't send it to him, I will send it..." Xia Meng bit her lip, hesitating for a long time and finally decided to help herself.
"Are you sure? I don't think it's necessary anymore..."
"I think it's very necessary..." Xia Meng held Yang Can's hand and said bitterly to the old gangster. The more I thought about it, the more I thought these soldiers' minds were filled with paste and how could they deal with a drunk person like this. What
Lao Hei had no choice but to give up. Yang Can finally didn't know how he came to the hotel, vaguely remembering that he had entered the revolving door of the hotel, and Xia Meng next to him had been saying "careful" all the time.
When he found the room, Yang Can felt relaxed no matter what, he instinctively took off his clothes and went to take a shower.