Dear Mr.Shi

A dice three, a dice four, two add up to seven!

Hancici smiles triumphantly.

She said, "pa!" He picked up his dice cup with a loud sound, and then "Hua la la la" shook it up. I don't know how many times. Then he gently put it down, took a deep breath, and then opened the dice cap with some trembling. But after seeing the dice points clearly, the smile on his face disappeared.

"A total of five, Miss Han, you lost!" Li qianze looked at her with a smile.

Han looked back and glared at Li qianze, "who said I lost, two wins in three sets, don't you know?"

With that, she picked up the bottle of VSOP on the table, poured a full glass with a wine glass, and then drank it in a forthright way. After drinking it, she belched, "I lost. Go on! I'll come first this time! "

Put down the cup, she picked up the dice cup and shook it up.

Song Qinghuan was a little frightened. He had all kinds of ups and downs in his heart. He glanced at the window beside him to protect himself from the cold.

He was sitting lazily on the chair, holding yingbai and the wine glass with his slender fingers like jade. Sometimes he shook the golden liquid in the glass, and the light from the corner of his eyes fell on her carelessly, with a kind of fatal danger, like a warning, like a threat, like a joke on life.

At the moment in addition to want to burst foul language, she only has another idea, want to end quickly, want to get away quickly.

After shaking a few times, hancici put the dice cup on the table, gritted her teeth and lifted the lid of her dice. The number on it made her exclaim and laugh: "haha, eleven o'clock!"

Song Qinghuan glanced at her, picked up his dice cup and gently shook it up, thinking that if he could lose, there would be another chance?!

Did not expect that she really lost, actually shook an eight, all kinds of disdain their crow psychology, should not be so negative want to lose, the next must want to win!!

Hancici laughed wildly: "aha, I won. Give me a drink now! Go on with the third

Feeling that her fortune had changed, she poured a glass of wine and put it in front of song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan frowns. She can't drink, and the wine is not good. She doesn't want to drink.

I bit my lip just to say I don't want to drink, my warm big palm suddenly fastened her wrist.

Song Qinghuan's body is slightly stiff. She doesn't need to look down to see who is holding her hand. She turns her head and looks at the people around her to keep away from the cold. Her face turns red with anger.

I really want to slap the table and get up. I'll give him a heavy blow and yell: I'll quit!

But no, she has to be in time group.

After taking a few deep breaths, song Qinghuan compromised and picked up the wine glass with his other hand.

Looking at the turbid liquid in the glass and smelling the strong alcohol smell of the liquid, she closed her eyes, looked up and drank the wine.

Alcohol stabbed into the throat like a small needle, hot and spicy flow into the body, the stomach as if it had been splashed with sulfuric acid burning pain.

When she put down the glass, the wine immediately spread, dizzy her cheeks red like blood.