When these words came out, it was equivalent to chasing her behind with a knife.

Time is tight and the task is heavy, Wen Lishu did not hesitate, and quickly sat back in the chair.

As soon as she sat down, she drank desperately.

Little by little, the drinks were wiped out, and she drank every bottle. Just encourage yourself and say that you are closer to three million.

With this conviction, she finally drank seven more bottles.

There were still three bottles on the table that had not been drunk, and she said that she had reached her limit, but she had to finish the task and had to continue drinking if she couldn't drink it.

She reached out and took the wine again.

I couldn't stop shaking my hands, and I felt that it was a waste of strength to even lift them.

She used her last willpower to wipe out one bottle, followed by the next, and when she reached the last bottle, she felt her lips go out of sorts.

She held the bottle hard, looked up and drank it desperately, but the bottle seemed to be impossible to drink, and there was always half a bottle left.

After that, a strong feeling of nausea surrounded her, and she couldn't continue.

Wen Lishu told herself over and over again that there was still half a bottle to complete, and she couldn't give up.

But no matter how strong her willpower was, she finally lost to her body, and she took the wine bottle down and put it on the table.

Her hand clenched the bottleneck hard, and then she breathed heavily, trying to dissipate the discomfort in her body.

But it didn't work out, she didn't continue to drink because of the short rest, on the contrary, the discomfort made her want to die even more.

She raised her head drunken and hazy, Song Qiancheng sat crookedly, holding her cheeks in her hands, watching a playful face, and waiting for her to finish drinking.

Seeing her stop, Song Qiancheng raised his wrist to look at his watch, and reminded faintly: "There are only three minutes left." ”

After saying that, he squinted and smiled.

Wen Lishu held on, trying to drink the remaining half of the bottle, but she was extremely uncomfortable now, and her body resisted so much that she didn't want to listen to the instructions of her brain, and she couldn't even lift her hand in life or death.

Seeing her like that, Song Qiancheng opened his lips lightly and said with a light smile: "If you can't finish drinking, I can only help you." ”

With that, Song Qiancheng snatched the bottle of wine from her hand, he got up from the chair, then walked around the bar, came behind her, put his arm around her waist, and scooped her up from the chair.

Song Qiancheng strode to the side with her, and finally threw her to the sofa not far away.

Wen Lishu was thrown like this, and she lay there dizzy, without any strength to get up.

She couldn't help ask, "What are you going to do?"

Song Qiancheng leaned down, raised her chin, and said in a demonic tone: "Three million wine, naturally there must be a way to drink it worth three million." ”

He let go of her jaw, then took the bottle and slowly approached her legs.

Wen Lishu's mind was in a daze at that time, until she came back to her senses and wanted to stop it loudly, but it was too late.

She finally failed to stop the evil bottle and abused her wantonly.

Under his violent treatment, the bottle of wine was finally drunk.

The time was just right, and it was drunk at the last second.

Wen Lishu collapsed on the sofa, bleeding from between her legs.

Song Qiancheng glanced at it, put the wine bottle on the table heavily, and scolded again: "Unlucky." ”

With that, he strode back to the bar, flipped through the papers, took out his pen and signed his name on the termination form.

The last stroke fell, Song Qiancheng threw the document to the ground, and then walked out in the direction of the balcony with his legs, and added: "Get out of me immediately." ”