Although both of them said that they were here to hunt handsome guys, they didn't dress up at all, and even more, both of them were wearing ordinary clothes, which was in stark contrast to the beautiful girls in the bar wearing suspender silk skirts, but fortunately, the appearance and temperament of the two were not bad, and the slightly more mature men understood the beauty of these two women.

Yan Yu and Nanbei opened a card seat with a low consumption of 3,000 pounds, and Nanbei ordered several bottles of wine generously, preparing to get drunk with Yan Yu tonight.

As a result, they had only drunk a few glasses, and as soon as the heat came out and their cheeks were slightly red, several men in their thirties walked slowly towards their booths with wine glasses.

Let's be honest. Nanbei actually didn't have much heart to deal with these people, not to mention that these European men who came were all pretending to be wearing exquisite handmade suits, which made her inevitably think of Song Qingran.

Nanbei twisted his eyebrows, and his tone was cold: "I'm sorry, I'm married." "

She is looking for a reason casually, but these people have been in the party all year round, what kind of woman has not seen it, the more they are married, the more they feel emotional.

One of them hooked his lips and laughed, and lowered his voice: "Beautiful lady, is it your husband who made you sad, it's a pity." Your husband actually let you have such a delicate rose, and no one will water it. "

Yan Yu frowned, Nanbei raised her eyes expressionlessly, she was not in a good mood recently, coupled with the drive of a slight alcohol, she completely lost her usual good cultivation, the tails of her eyes were lightly raised, very seductive, her red lips moved slightly, but what she said was a cold and neat word: "Get out." "

Yan Yu only drank a little, and the drunkenness was not obvious, she looked at the appearance of Nanbei's cold face, and only felt so cute that it exploded, she curled her lips and smiled dotingly: "Beibei." You're so cute. "

Nanbei also smiled, and she poured another glass of wine.

Yan Yu held her chin with her beautiful hand and turned her head to look at her: "Those old men just now are not good, let's find a young fresh meat, good figure, great strength, and endless energy every day, how good." "

Nanbei smiled even deeper and teased her: "Then you can find one for yourself too?"

The two of them were talking. There was really a little fresh meat coming, the two little boys were sunny and young, tall, blond hair and blue eyes, looking a little shy and shy, as if they had mustered up enough courage to come over to say hello.

"Two sisters, can we sit down?"

Yan Yu didn't say anything, Nanbei narrowed her beautiful eyes, looking at the two young people, she didn't know what she was thinking, pursed her lips, and was looked at by her like this, one of the small fresh meat smiled a little uncomfortably, and scratched her hair. It seems that I want to leave.

Nanbei suddenly said softly: "Sit down." "

The little fresh meat's eyes widened slightly, and there was pure joy in the clear and beautiful blue eyes, and he sat beside Nanbei, those deep eyes looked at her like that, and the other boy sat beside him.

Both of them are college students, and the boy sitting next to the north and south is a native of northern Italy, with the enthusiasm and cheerfulness of the Italian nation, and a sense of distance left by the industrial development of the north, he is obviously very interested in the north and south, and has always cared about her.

"Sister, did you mean you're married?"

"Sister, aren't you happy? It's okay if you're unhappy, marriage is like this, my parents' marriage is not happy, but I still believe in love, because love and marriage are different. "

When he said this, his gentle eyes kept enveloping Nanbei, and he watched Nanbei drink wine cup by glass, and his voice was as mellow as red wine: "It's your husband who is not good." "

When Nanbei heard this, he tilted his head and looked at him. Her eyes were misty, and the tails of her eyes were slightly red because of the wine, and in the night light, it was very seductive, and she chuckled: "Do you want to come again?"

The boy's voice was clean: "Well, do it again." "

"Impossible. Nanbei was not strong enough to drink at this time, her cheeks were red, as if she was blushing, she was still smiling, but the corners of her eyes were a little moist, and the light was refracted and pitiful.

"It's impossible to do it all over again, it's too difficult, youth is only once, and my best twenty years are only once. She simply lay on the table weakly, "He used to be the only one for me, the only one he failed me, and he also said that he wanted to make up for me, how to make up for it, I was too painful......"

As she spoke, tears flowed down her cheeks.

The words were sour. She is the one who has witnessed Beibei and Song Qingran all the way, it is really difficult to break off the relationship for twenty years, Nanbei has already broken everything, but Song Qingran appeared again, they grew up together and have been together for so many years. As soon as he appeared, the hearts of the north and the south were in turmoil.

"We've been to bars together before, when we were underage and we came here secretly......"

The Italian boy mustered up his courage, stretched out his hand, and slowly hugged Nanbei, he was distressed, he said, "Sister, don't cry." "

His face flushed with shyness, his thumb trembled, and he gently touched the corner of his eye, his thumb was moist, and his movements were as soft as if he had touched a fragile glass.

Nanbei didn't dodge, just kept watching him.

The boy said, "I'm going to be distressed." "

Nanbei shook his head: "He didn't say that, he would say, he would cry out and cry." She was talking about Song Qingran, who was the same age as the boy.

Her thinking was chaotic, and she slowly stretched out her hand and held the boy's face, her nose was sore, and the tears rolled down again.

"Our child is gone, he's still so young...... I can't forgive myself. I am a sinner......"

Yan Yu has always known that it is herself who has never been able to forgive, she blames herself for not protecting the child in her womb, and she is looking forward to the arrival of the child.

Nanbei said: "You are also a murderer...... You killed this kid with me......"

In another booth not far away, the man sitting was Song Qingran, he admitted his despicability, he followed Nanbei to the bar behind him, and there were bottles of wine in front of him, he didn't plan to drink it, but since the car accident, he has paid more attention to his health.

But when he saw that Nanbei had left the young boy behind, his face sank, and he couldn't help clenching his fingers, staring at the two of them with a gleng eye. He restrained his impulsiveness, watched the boy hug Nanbei, wiped away his tears for Nanbei, and watched Nanbei hold the boy's face.

Song Qingran's chest was so sour that it was corroding like sulfuric acid, he poured the wine, and drank it cup after cup, the liquor was scorching. The physical pain could not compare to the pain in his heart, and his bones turned white with force.

He told himself over and over again that he was not qualified to stop her, that she was free, that he had lost her, that she could be with anyone.

Song Qingran seemed to be masochistic, and his eyes were not leaving the north and south and the little foreign boy. Looking at it, he looked like a resentful woman, his slender fingers touched his cheek, and pinched his abdominal muscles through his clothes.

He is old, and he is no better than the young.

Kitaku likes young people.

Song Qingran didn't know how much he had drunk, but he felt that his head was heavy, his stomach was burning, and his waist, which was injured in the car accident, was also aching.

He looked in the direction of north and south, but there was a mess over there, he couldn't see north and south, he could only see a few men in their thirties blocking her and Yanyu.

I don't know what happened, Nanbei seemed to lose his temper, and the wine bottle crackled and fell to the ground.

Song Qingran's face was cold, he gritted his teeth, shook his heavy head, and walked over to the north and south.

Yan Yu drank less, she supported Nan Nan, frowned, stretched a beautiful face, and her tone was angry: "These gentlemen, what do you want to do?"

These men were the first people to come to talk, but they were driven away by the north and south, and those two little fresh meat didn't know where to go.

A man laughed, he was very drunk: "Asian women are very casual, don't pretend, you just pasted the appearance of those two hairy boys, we all saw it." "

"Can you play with those two boys, or can't you play with us?"

He said that he began to move his hands and feet, and his hand directly touched Nanbei's face, with an obscene expression: "I like to ...... with a married woman the most."

Before he could finish his words, his face was smashed hard by a sharp fist, making him grin in pain, and he turned back angrily: "Who?"

Song Qingran's face was expressionless, and his lips tightened. The veins on his temples bulged faintly, and he said, "She's not someone you can touch." "

These men saw that Song Qingran was just a single drunk, and he was Asian, and laughed mockingly: "Heroes save beauty? It's a pity that these beauties seduce ......me by themselves."

Song Qingran didn't say a word, he raised his leg and hit the man's lower body, and the man hurriedly covered it. Song Qingran clamped it with his backhand, and slammed his knee into the man's abdomen, pressing him to the table.

The spilled liquor on the table seeped into his nostrils, and his cheeks were still crushed by the broken bottle, and blood flowed.

Nanbei and Yan Yu didn't expect that Song Qingran would suddenly appear here, Yan Yu pursed his lips and frowned at Song Qingran, he was also drunk, and he dared to do it to so many people in a bar when he was drunk?

Nanbei looked at Song Qingran, her brain was now in a dull state, but she suddenly saw that behind Song Qingran, several other foreigners were about to smash the back of Song Qingran's head with broken wine bottles in their hands.

Nanbei's pupils shrank, her eyes widened, and she shouted, "Qingran ......"

Because of his drunkenness, Song Qingran's reaction was sluggish, he turned around and stopped the man who was about to smash his head, but he didn't expect that the other person's wine bottle was straight into his waist.

Song Qingran's face turned pale with pain for a moment, and the piercing pain flowed down the spinal cord in his lower back, he gritted his teeth, endured, snatched the wine bottle with his backhand, and smashed his eyes cold and cruelly towards the forehead of the person who came without hesitation.

Seeing Song Qingran like this, the foreigner was afraid, the owner of the bar had already called the police, the horn of the police car was getting closer and closer, and it stopped at the door of the bar, and the blood on the foreigner's forehead flowed straight down his eyes, and he even suspected that this Asian man wanted to kill him directly.

Song Qingran's hand held the table, and his back hurt so much that he couldn't stand up.

This is the sequelae left after the car accident back then, usually the weather is cold, he will have a faint pain, not to mention, like today, being directly stabbed into the wine bottle, he can feel the hot water slowly seeping out from the back of the waist.

It hurts so much.