Miss Xiao has been crying for a long time. So much so that the quilt and pillows on the bed were wet with tears.

But no matter how much sorrow, shame, and despair filled her heart, she couldn't keep crying. Because this is Cheng Li's room, Cheng Li will come back at any time, this is his power. The little bit of fragile self-esteem that remained made Xiao Shenglan never want to see him again—at least not tonight.

So Xiao Shenglan could only pack up her exhaustion, put on her clothes, and leave the room.

But she didn't want to go back to her room. Because the mother is there, and the brother is there. If they saw what they were like, they would ask, right? But how could they answer?

Can you say to yourself: your daughter, your sister, like the meanest of whores, runs to other men's rooms? Shamelessly stripped naked and tried to seduce him. And then pathetically failed?

Of course I can't say it. Even if the consciousness is already worse than a prostitute. But in front of her mother and her younger brother, she still barely wanted to save the last bit of face.

So now, she just wants to drink, she just wants to get drunk.

Staggering, Xiao Shenglan walked to the lobby of the inn, with red eyes, and hissed to the shopkeeper: "Wine! I want wine! Send it immediately, the more the better!"

The shopkeeper, who was settling accounts, was taken aback by her. Looking at Miss Xiao again, her eyes were red and swollen, her sideburns were scattered, her clothes were disheveled, and she looked extremely embarrassed.

Although the shopkeeper was full of doubts, he knew that if he wanted to be safe, it was best to do more things and talk less. didn't ask the reason at the moment, just ordered the shopkeeper to bring the wine up.

The wine was delivered quickly. Although it is not 30 years old, it is also a good sorghum wine. Xiao Shenglan directly picked up the wine jug and poured it into her mouth. Pour it all down in one go. Half of it went down the throat, and the other half fell on the clothes.

She was dressed very little. After the clothes are wet with wine, they cling to the skin even more, outlining a beautiful curve that is exquisitely bumpy and convex, and the heart of the person is directly inspired.

The shopkeeper next to him was already looking straight in the eyes. If she was looked at like this by other men on weekdays, Xiao Shenglan would definitely be ashamed and annoyed, and it was even possible to teach the second child of this shop a lesson. But now......

Xiao Shenglan doesn't care anymore. She almost doesn't care about anything now. The only thing that still cares is wine.

"Where's the wine? Why is it running out of wine so quickly? Send it up, I want it!"

With red eyes and a hoarse voice, she slammed the table hard. Whether it was the shopkeeper or the shopkeeper, she was taken aback. I have been in this business for so long, and I know that alcoholics are such things, whether they are really drunk or fake, they must not be offended. So the helpless shopkeeper had to ask the shopkeeper to hurry up and get the wine again.

Wine came again, and several jugs at a time. Xiao Shenglan couldn't wait, grabbed the wine jug and poured it into her mouth. At this moment, she just wants to get herself drunk as soon as possible.

Getting yourself drunk won't solve anything. But at least, Xiao Shenglan can escape for a while. In the drunken country, there is no responsibility and no trouble. She can indulge in happiness forever...... Forever......

But wine is such a strange thing. When you don't want to get drunk, you tend to get drunk quickly. But when you really want to get drunk, you often can't get drunk at all.

One two or three, four five six. Under the table, five or six empty flasks were already piled up. But Xiao Shenglan is still so sober. Instead, I feel colder and colder.

So she cried again. She lay on the table, buried her face between her arms, and began to cry bitterly. While crying, he also scolded.

"Liar, liar, what wine gets warmer the more you drink, and the more you drink the water, the colder it gets. It's not the same thing at all. All men are not good things, they are all liars who deserve a thousand cuts!"

She cried very sadly and helplessly. It looks pitiful. What's more, she was originally a very young and beautiful girl. Therefore, as long as you are not hard-hearted, you will definitely want to hold her in your arms and stabilize her.

Of course, people like the shopkeeper and shopkeeper in the inn are at most just thinking about it. If they really want to go up to comfort Miss Xiao, they will never dare.

But they didn't dare, and naturally others would.

After crying for a while, Miss Xiao went to grab the wine jug again. But I don't know how to do it, I grabbed it and grabbed it, but I couldn't catch it. She was already upset, and now she was even more annoyed. She jerked her head up, about to have a seizure. Suddenly, his hand was cold, and he had already grabbed a cold wine jug.

"Girl, what good wine can you have in a shop like this? ”

Miss Xiao instinctively tightened her fingers and grabbed the flask.

Perhaps, it was because she had nothing left but this bottle.

So for her, everything is fake, only the wine in the bottle, is the most real.

It doesn't even matter who is talking around or who stuffs this bottle for themselves. Miss Xiao raised her neck and poured herself three mouthfuls in succession.

After these three sips of wine, Miss Xiao felt that she had been slashed three times by a sharp axe. She immediately couldn't help coughing loudly, choking as she coughed, and even choked on tears. I couldn't sit still anymore, and I was about to roll under the table.

A hand, a broad and powerful hand, a hand with warmth, reached out in time to support her.

Xiao Shenglan's delicate body trembled, and she tried her best to open her eyes wide, looking at the person who helped her. Then she saw a man.

A very well-dressed, very handsome and dashing man, who looks very gentle.

He seems to be in a good grade, but of course he is not old. There are no wrinkles at the corners of the eyes. Once you laugh, the mature feeling that is unique to middle-aged people is so thick that it seems to overflow.

This kind of gentleness, this kind of maturity, happens to be the charm that can make the girls feel the most.

I poured several pots of wine before, and I was still very sober. But now, with only three mouthfuls, Xiao Shenglan has already been drunk. She opened her drunken eyes, bared her tongue wide, and said vaguely, "You...... Who are you? This wine ...... Be...... What wine?"

The middle-aged man said softly: "In Xia Yang Buqun." As for the wine, it is called an axe. Doesn't the girl think it's okay?"

Xiao Shenglan was stunned for a long time, and suddenly laughed stupidly. "Good wine, good enough. Come again, come again!"

Yang Buqun said gently: "The girl may have encountered something unhappy. But it doesn't matter, it's the so-called drunkenness to relieve a thousand sorrows. I'll be here with the girl next. Drink, right? Together, let's have this toast. ”