However, this kind of arrogance would disappear every time in front of Zhao Jingting.
If you like someone, it will be impossible to take your eyes away from him for a moment, so Liao Chongwu's eyes are all about Xie Lun. From Kulun to Qinghai, and now to the Tubo Plateau, his eyes can only see Xie Lun, so He also knew clearly who the person could be in Xie Lun's eyes and who could be in Xie Lun's heart.
He couldn't help but feel a little sad and lonely.
"Xie Lun, why him?" Liao Chongwu's eyes followed Xie Lun's and fell on Zhao Jingting in the noisy crowd in the distance.
Zhao Jingting had obviously drunk too much at this time, and his bronze cheeks were slightly rosy. He was arm wrestling with a young deputy general. It must have been a stalemate for a long time. The young deputy general was already red in the face and had blue veins on his forehead. , the green blood vessels on his neck also bulged, the originally handsome young man gritted his teeth and stared at the wrists held by the two of them. On the other hand, Zhao Jingting had a relaxed look on his face, and was still joking with the booing soldiers around him. After being coaxed by the gang of brats, Zhao Jingting, amidst the laughter of the soldiers, picked up a bowl of wine and drank it while holding his neck. The wine slid down his chin and flowed through his sliding Adam's apple. , and finally rolled into his lapel.
"Snapped!"
After finishing the drink, Zhao Jingting suddenly threw the white porcelain bowl on the ground, and at the same time stirred the deputy general's wrist to the bottom, and then everyone screamed.
"You can't control it," Xie Lun squinted and stared at the man in his family. He looked at Zhao Jingting's shiny lips, the lines at the corners of Zhao Jingting's eyes, and his strong arms. He felt itchy in his heart and felt warm in his body. , and felt that his waist seemed to be getting softer. He cursed the old gangster in his heart, picked up the white porcelain bowl, and drank half the bowl slowly. When he put the bowl back, he saw that Liao Chongwu was still there. Sitting in front of him, Xie Lun suddenly frowned, "Why are you just sitting here with me?"
"Xie Lun..." Liao Chongwu looked at Xie Lun's vigilant and disgusted face, his heart ached with pain, but he also felt a lot of reluctance, "If you met me first, would I also have a chance? "
Xie Lun frowned even more, making no secret of his disgust for Liao Chongwu: "Why do you think you will have a chance? Is it because of your wretched appearance? Or is it because you can't hold two taels of wine?"
"But, he is old, he is almost fifty!" Liao Chongwu stared at his scarlet eyes and roared in a low voice, excited and puzzled, "Xie Lun, how old are you? You gave your best years to He is gone, but how long can he stay with you? He is old! Do you still want to be a widow for him?"
"bump!"
The next second, Liao Chongwu suddenly fell to the door two feet away, lying on the cold brick floor like a puddle of mud. He spurted out two mouthfuls of blood, and then suddenly fainted.
The two guards at the door were so busy that they wanted to check on Liao Chongwu, but Xie Lun shouted coldly from behind: "No one is allowed to help him! Just let him lie like this!"
For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Xie Lun. With a face that could not hide his anger, Xie Lun kicked the ten-pound wine jar at his feet to the ground. Immediately, the wine spilled on the floor. He stood up suddenly, stepped on the drinks on the floor, and walked straight out of the hall. When he passed by Liao Chongwu, he kicked him hard before he walked into the backyard angrily.