Mr. Bai's little lady is sweet

Chapter 500 Can This Man... Can Pay For The Drinks?

"Let's go." Simeng said.

Wen Leyi was a little surprised: "Gone?!"

"Ang!" Simeng nodded, and lightly bumped Wen Leyi with his shoulder, his eyes lit up, gossiping: "But I saw that Commander He was out of his mind when he was compared, did he..."

Having said that, Simeng paused subconsciously, and raised her eyebrows slightly at Wen Leyi.

Wen Leyi's eyes met her eyes full of gossip, subconsciously coughed lightly, his face was calm, but his heart panicked a lot: "Senior brother, what is it?"

Simeng glanced around, and said in a low voice, "Of course it was Marshal He who confessed his love to you?"

Wen Leyi: "..."

Are they all on and off today?

Everyone guessed so accurately!
"You're thinking nonsense! How could senior brother confess to me? That's my senior brother!" Wen Leyi subconsciously denied it, her eyes fluttered unnaturally, feeling a little guilty.

Seeing that she still refused to confess, Simeng blinked: "Really?"

"Really not!" Wen Leyi's voice was a little raised.

"All right……"

Simeng took another bite of the apple, and murmured in a low voice: "Could it be that I read it wrong? But it is exactly the same as what is written in the book... Could it be that the few treasures of emotion I read recently are fakes??"
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After He Shiyu left Duanyou Mountain, he didn't go back to the hotel directly, but went to a bar near the hotel.

In the bar, the colored lights of Liuli illuminate every part of the bar, the deafening music sounds one after another, and the handsome men and women on the dance floor are all in high spirits, waving their arms and legs and dancing to their heart's content.

But all the hustle and bustle seemed to have nothing to do with He Shifu. He was sitting in the innermost booth on the first floor of the bar, which was the darkest place in the bar.

On the table in front of him were seven or eight bottles of highly alcoholic spirits.

He Shiyu picked up a bottle of wine, knocked it against the corner of the table, opened the cap, and poured it into his mouth, like drinking plain water, and the bottle of wine was gone in a few seconds.

The strong wine rolled across the throat, like a fireball rolling, burning and hurting.

But these pains were no match for the pain in He Shifu's heart.

The pain of not being able to stay with the one you love is even worse than cramp and peeling.

Like a puppet, he has long lost the elegance and elegance of the past, his hair is a little messy, his clothes are also slightly wrinkled, and there are a few drops of wine stains on his neckline.

Sitting in the booth, he kept pouring wine into his mouth, as if drinking to death.

The expression on He Shiyu's face was lonely and sad, his eye sockets were choked by strong alcohol, or reddened by sadness, and his warm eyes were bloodshot at the moment, ferocious and frightening.

The spirits were too strong and had a lot of stamina, and He Shiyu's drinking capacity was poor. At first, nothing happened, but after a while, the alcohol picked up, and he felt like the world was spinning, and he was in a daze.

He drank wine on an empty stomach again, and at this moment his stomach felt unwell, which was extremely uncomfortable.

But He Shiqi still didn't stop drinking, resisting the discomfort and throbbing pain in his stomach, and poured bottle after bottle into his mouth.

After drinking all the seven or eight bottles of wine on the table, he waved to the bartender: "Wine, bring me wine."

The bartender looked at He Shifu's drunken appearance, and then at the empty wine bottle on his table, startled.

I drop a mother!

After drinking so much wine, it's still all spirits, so nothing will happen?
Also... these wines are not cheap, this man... can he afford the wine? ?

Just when the bartender was hesitating, a slightly surprised voice came over: "Shi Yu?"

　Three shifts~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)