The corner of Xie Lun's mouth twitched: "... shut up the hell."
"By the way, I don't think this is very shameful. Aren't we all very happy?" Zhao Jingting looked honest and serious and could not refute, "Xie Lun, we are all gentlemen, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Yes, just say something nice. Didn't you feel so good last night? You were so excited that you almost cried. "
The corners of Xie Lun's mouth twitched to the point of numbness: "...Am I so excited? My tears are tears of grief and anger, tears of regret!"
"What's the sadness and anger?" Zhao Jingting looked curious, "What's the regret?"
"I am so sad and angry that you are a drunk who drinks wine as water," Xie Lun gritted his teeth. "I regret that I can drink three kilograms of daughter's red without changing my face, but I can't resist three ounces of burning knife!"
This is a long story to say.
Xie Lun was young. He was only about ten years old when he went to the battlefield on Luzhi Mountain. Naturally, he had never drank alcohol before he went to southern Xinjiang. However, the drinks he drank were all from the south. He was a big drinker of rice wine, but it was limited to rice wine. Later, when he returned to the capital with Lu Zhishan, he drank white wine a few times. Although Xie Lun felt that white wine tasted strange, he could still drink some, because He has never had a chance to drink wine, so Xie Lun doesn't know how good he is at drinking. He only knows that he is still a wine god.
So on New Year's Eve, two rough old men who were alone outside had a banquet with a group of soldiers and returned to the general's mansion. They still felt that they were still hungry for wine, so they got together to drink. Then…
There's no after that.
When Xie Lun woke up again, he found that he was in tragedy. After being stunned for a while, he suddenly discovered that Zhao Jingting, an old gangster, had really ulterior motives. Otherwise, why would he deliberately drag himself into his room to drink? And he got him drunk!
This is simply a premeditated crime!
Sure enough, after Zhao Jingting woke up, he was completely free of the panic and shock that made the man drunk after sleeping. Instead, he started clinging to him everywhere, just like a fly that only stares at rotten eggs...
Bah bah bah!
He is not a rotten egg!
Anyway, no matter how hard he fights, he can't get rid of that old gangster. The most terrible thing is that the old gangster Zhao Jingting still chases him to apply medicine to his place, saying that he has to bear the responsibility that a man should bear...
Xie Lun just wanted to beat that shameless old man to death with a stick, and he did so, but it was tragic again...
Xie Lun just wanted to beat that shameless old man to death with a stick, and he did so, but it was tragic again...
Because, for, he, beat, not, pass, Zhao, Jing, Ting, that, king, eight, egg! ! !
Because, for, he, beat, not, pass, Zhao, Jing, Ting, that, king, eight, egg! ! !
And every time he just started to show his teeth, Zhao Jingting would straighten him out and make him submissive. Then without saying a word, he would take off his pants to check his injuries, and actually apply medicine on him. Xie Lun spent three lifetimes in a row. The face of He Xia Sansheng has been completely humiliated. Of course he has to curse loudly, but every time he curses, that finger picks a certain fatal place and stabs it hard. The feeling... is simply too much.
He was about to cry in anger.
Go away and code~ Continue in the afternoon~