One thought in love

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When everyone arrived, they were taken to the big bag by the waiter.

Feng Jiewei let Ru Xin walk behind the crowd alone, while he strode forward angrily.

"Jiaran, tonight is really costing your man!" Dong Feifei looked at the private room.

The KTV they came to was not cheap in itself, plus it was the largest private room, it was not cheaper than the dinner just now.

"Don't be polite to him." Fang Jiaran said indifferently, Wen Ren probably didn't listen carefully to the waiter's specific price.

Not long after they sat down, the waiter brought drinks and snacks. After all, KTV is not considered a professional restaurant, so the snacks can only be regarded as mediocre, not particularly good.

Just like other bars and KTVs, except for some packaged squid shreds, peanuts and other snacks, there are only fried chicken wings, French fries and popcorn.

This KTV is a bit better, and there are more burgers, grilled wings, cakes and so on.

Watching the waiters come in one after another, everyone holds a tray full of food, and the table is full in a short while.

With this posture, Wenren seemed to have ordered everything he could.

In addition to beer, pre-mixed cocktails, and some juices, there is a row of cartons of milk on the table.

After everyone was shocked by so much food, their expressions became even weirder when they found this row of milk.

What's happening here?And milk?

The driver took the initiative to drink the juice, Feng Jiewei sat silently on the sofa, chatted on WeChat for a while, then suddenly raised his head, and said to Wen Ren through a few people: "Let's play with the sieve! The loser will just do it!"

He pointed to the beer on the table.

Wenren glanced at the beer, smiled "hey", and said, "You seem to be driving tonight, right? Unfortunately, I am also driving, and you can't drink while driving."

He didn't care about this before, but now Fang Jiaran is in charge, especially in front of Fang Jiaran, Wenren dare not do it.

Feng Jiewei raised his eyebrows, and said disdainfully, "Are you afraid?"

"Hey!" Wen Ren rolled up his sleeves, and said, "You, Master Wen, don't know what it means to be afraid in this life. Let's not drink while driving, but I didn't say not to drink anything else!"

Wenren waved his hand, aiming at the rows of magnificent milk on the table.

"It's not much milk. It's a box of one liter. If you lose, you'll dry up the whole box!" Wenren said with a malicious smile.

"Hiss..." Gasping sounds came from all around. They often blow bottles when they drink, and blow Coke when they don't blow beer. It's just as uncomfortable, but they never blow milk.

This man is so creative!

Although they have never drank it, they can imagine the taste even if they think about it.

Milk is not drunk, but if you drink too much, your stomach will swell!
Not to mention the bloated stomach, just relying on the greasy taste of milk, if you drink too much, you will definitely vomit!

It is probably more uncomfortable to vomit than to vomit after drinking too much.

I guess I have the heart to not want to touch milk in this life, so don't leave any shadows in the future, just vomit when you see milk and smell it.

Feng Jiewei's face twitched, and then he sneered: "Okay!"

Wen Ren's cold "hey hey" smile really made people tremble to the bottom of their hearts and suddenly trembled.

Even Feng Jiewei felt a little guilty when he laughed.

Fang Jiaran shook her head, she knew why there would be more milk on the table for no reason, Wen Ren had already planned it.

"What are you playing, tell me!" Wenren gestured generously.

Feng Jiewei lowered his eyes and said, "Showhand!"

"Success!" Wenren said happily.

Fang Jiaran shook his head again. If Feng Jiewei knew what Wenren was doing, he would definitely not say that he wanted to play this. To be honest, no matter what the method of playing, if you play with Wenren, you will die as much as you want.

Wenren's kung fu, coupled with excellent hearing, is an excellent teacher in a casino.Qian, the one-handed control of the sieve is extremely precise, and the number of control points is so accurate that it is heartbreaking.

Not to mention the famous people, but any one of Chai Yu and the others would be able to blow up Feng Jiewei, an amateur player.

Originally, everyone was playing their own games, groups of three or five were playing dice, just like everyone else, there was always a Maiba in the KTV, sitting in front of the jukebox in the corner, guarding the jukebox, holding the microphone , singing one after another, the private room is never quiet.

But after Wenren and Feng Jiewei had played for a few rounds, everyone gathered together, stopped singing, stopped playing dice, and all looked at the two of them.

To be precise, it is seeing and hearing people's various ravages.Trapped Feng Jiewei.

There were four empty boxes of milk on the table. Even though the lights in the KTV were not bright, Feng Jiewei's face was still pale, and he belched a milky breath, as if he was about to vomit at any time.

With a "snap", the lid of the dice box slapped on the table, Wenren leaned back lazily on the back of the sofa chair, and gnawed at the milk on the table with his chin.

"Dude, let's drink!" Wenren said with a smile.

Feng Jiewei turned his head, looked at the milk carton and hiccupped again, his stomach constricted and he almost vomited it out.

"Jiewei, why don't you forget it?" Dong Feifei persuaded.

Feng Jiewei's face was very pale. He reached for the milk box, opened the lid, and smelled the milk smell, and felt nauseated again.

Wenren leaned forward slightly, put his elbows on his legs, and said with a smile: "Yes, let's forget it! It's not a big deal, don't take it so seriously."

It's okay if the people don't say anything, but when his joking voice sounded, even if Feng Jiewei wanted to forget about it, he couldn't swallow it.

Without saying a word, he lifted the milk carton and poured it into his mouth. In the end, he barely took a sip. When he took the second sip, his stomach suddenly swelled and contracted, and the fishy and greasy taste of milk started from his throat. Jumping up, full of nose and mouth.

The disgusting feeling went all the way to his throat, making it impossible for him to swallow no matter how hard he tried.

A strong fishy smell rose to the throat with the gas in the stomach, and the feeling of nausea and nausea became stronger and stronger with the gas coming out of the stomach.

Feng Jiewei's face was pale and pale, as if he was about to vomit suddenly, his cheeks swelled up like air, his throat slipped, his head leaned forward and then retracted immediately
He put the milk on the table with a "bang" and stood up to rush out.

But there was an extremely long table in front of him, and there were people sitting on both sides.

The people on both sides had shrunk their legs extremely vigilantly, planning to make way for Feng Jiewei.

It's a pity that even so, the narrow road can only allow people to walk sideways, and the speed is extremely slow.

Feng Jiewei simply stepped on the table, stepped on the table and ran to the door.

Seeing that he had already walked to the door and had his hands on the doorknob, Feng Jiewei suddenly couldn't hold on and bent down suddenly.

"Ouch..." His stomach constricted violently, his throat tightened, and he made a loud vomiting sound.

Then I heard the sound of water splashing to the ground, a piece of milky white liquid, mixed with the previous dinner, was all spit out, exuding a sour stench.

Others in the room almost spit it out when they saw it, the smell was so disgusting.

Just as the sound of vomiting fell, the cheerful opening song of "Crayon Shin-chan" sounded in the surprisingly good sound quality in the private room.

As the butt-exposing child turned his head down, revealing only two hill-like buttocks, and writhing incessantly with the music, Xiaoxin's lyrics of "Gulu Gulu" also rang out.

When Feng Jiewei was vomiting, such cheerful music suddenly sounded, and it was the cheap "Crayon Shin-chan", especially when coupled with the movement of twisting the buttocks on the screen, it was particularly hateful, obviously You are provoking, gloating!

Everyone was curious as to why this music sounded at this time, so they all turned their gazes from Feng Jiewei to the jukebox, just in time to see Wenren leaning lazily on the back of the sofa, looking at the screen with satisfaction, with a smile on his face. Very satisfied smile.

Anyone who reads it will know that this song was ordered by him.

Finding that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Wenren seemed completely unaware of what was going on, and was very pleasantly surprised: "I didn't expect this song to exist here! It's really good!"

After Feng Jiewei vomited at the door, he still felt uncomfortable, and with the music of Crayon Shin-chan constantly ringing in his ears, his heart was full of humiliation.

At this time, Ru Xin also put aside the feeling of being angry with him, and ran over immediately.

(End of this chapter)