"Drink a few fewer drinks, maybe you won't be able to get down and get into the next game."

Zhao Zhen sneered and said again and again.

After drinking the second bottle, even Zhao Zhen began to drink a little strongly.

Zhao Zhen felt that Yang Lei seemed to be nothing on the surface, but he was pretending that he was fine.

Zhao Zhen believes that Yang Lei must lie down on the stomach for the third bottle.

Therefore, Zhao Zhen asked Yang Lei to make the third bottle and a few cups.

It's not a kind reminder, it's a strategy.

Once Zhao Zhen took the lead in the third game, he drank a few more glasses.

Then in the fourth game, Zhao Zhen tried his best to have a draw with Yang Lei.

In the fifth game, Zhao Zhen didn't think he would lose to Yang Lei.

Yang Lei's face showed a sneer, and he looked at Zhao Zhendao:

"Mr. Zhao, what you just told me is exactly what I want to tell you."

"Why don't you drink a few less glasses in the third game to save your strength, after all, you're old."

Yang Lei stared at Zhao Zhen and said with a hint of mockery.

Mother's a chicken, I don't know what to do, toast and don't eat and drink.

Okay, since you are so confident and so arrogant, Lao Tzu will play with you, Zhao Zhen was furious in his heart, and his face was gloomy as water.

"Mr. Zhao, Yang Lei, you can start." Sun Qian spoke, interrupting the two to continue arguing.

The corners of Yang Lei's mouth hooked up a sneer, and he looked at Zhao Zhen with arrogant, cold and arrogant eyes.

Yang Lei stretched out his hands and picked up the two wine glasses, and still poured them into his mouth together.

Yang Lei drank even faster than in the second game.

This made Zhao Zhen very unhappy.

However, Zhao Zhen was not far behind, and also picked up two wine glasses and drank them.

The speed was no weaker than in the second game.

The four of them were dumbfounded and swallowed their saliva, this is too fierce.

This is the third bottle.

Under the stunned gaze of the four, the third bottle was drunk in less than forty seconds.

Zhao Zhen has ten cups, and Yang Lei has also ten cups, and no one is ahead of anyone.

Zhao Zhen's face was slightly red, and Yang Lei's face was also slightly red.

It's just that what the four of them can't see is that Zhao Zhen's head is already a little dizzy.

Zhao Zhen's gaze at the object was already a little dizzy, his eyes were full of stars, and his ears were buzzing.

This is already Zhao Zhen's drunken performance, but fortunately, his consciousness is very clear.

Zhao Zhen has not yet reached the point where he can't get up from lying down, and he still has the potential to go down.

On the other hand, Yang Lei's face was also slightly red, but his confident expression and arrogant smile made people really feel itchy at the root of their teeth after seeing it.

It's really annoying, is this still a human, how old are you.

After dropping three bottles of liquor in a row, he can still laugh and stay sober, what a ruthless person.

Even Wei Qing was impressed with Yang Lei at this moment, and gave a thumbs up in his heart.

Even if Yang Lei couldn't win in the end, Wei Qing admired Yang Lei very much.

This is a man who is ruthless enough to himself.

"Mr. Zhao, how is it, can you continue to drink?

If not, you just admit defeat, don't put the rest of your life into it and it's not worth it. ”

Yang Lei looked at Zhao Zhen and sneered:

"It's not an outsider here, and it's okay to admit defeat, isn't it just a contract."

After Zhao Zhen heard this, he slapped the table and smiled angrily:

"Boy, don't be complacent, whoever loses won, it's not necessarily that.

Until the end, anyone can win or fall.

It's not that you're scared and want to persuade me to admit defeat. ”

Yang Lei said with a smile:

"I'm thinking about your body, I'm afraid that after this time, you won't be able to have sex again."

Insult.

This is naked humiliation.

Zhao Zhen's eyes showed anger, glared at Yang Lei viciously, and then looked at Sun Qian and said:

"Manager Sun, pour the wine."

Two madmen who don't want to die.

Sun Qian cursed in her heart, but she still did so and filled the twenty cups.

"Mr. Zhao, Yang Lei, you can start." Sun Qian said.

This is the fourth bottle and the fourth inning.

Yang Lei no longer has the patience to play with Zhao Zhen.

In other words, Yang Lei must not let Zhao Zhen drink down, but he must win him.

Because once Zhao Zhen drank and fell down, he was unconscious, who would sign the contract.

Therefore, in this game, Yang Lei must drink more than Zhao Zhen.

Therefore, when Sun Qian finished speaking, it was the moment when it could start.

Yang Lei's hands were as fast as thunder and lightning, and his hands smoothly picked up four glasses of wine in a posture that ordinary people could not complete.

Liu Hong, Zhang Jie, Sun Qian, and Wei Qing were dumbfounded, and the same voice appeared in the hearts of the four of them at the same time:

He's not going to have four drinks at once, is he?

Oh, my God~

The four guessed correctly.

Under the shocked and incredulous gaze of the four people, Yang Lei, with superb skills, actually poured the wine in the four wine glasses into his mouth at the same time, and spilled it out bit by bit.

It's still better than drinking.

This special is clearly an artistic performance, which is too special to compare.

The four of them watched fascinated, and their eyes were as wide as bells.

Even Zhao Zhen was dumbfounded, and scolded Yang Lei in his heart for being a madman, an out-and-out madman.

Yang Lei didn't have time to deal with Zhao Zhen, and the four cups took less than three seconds before he drank them.

Four more cups followed.

Then four more cups.

Then, there were two glasses left.

The fourth game is over.

Yang Lei drank fourteen cups, and Zhao Zhen only drank six.

Looking at Zhao Zhen, he couldn't support it anymore, his head was dizzy, his face was red, and his eyes were very red, which was a sign of drunkenness.

Looking at Yang Lei again, although his face is much redder than at the end of the third game.

But looking at his mental state, it is as good as before.

Metamorphosis ~

Liu Hong, Zhang Jie, Sun Qian, and Wei Qing looked at Yang Lei strangely.

No wonder this soul faint dared to compare wine with Zhao Zhen from the beginning, it turned out that he was confident.

But that time when he was at my house, why did the three of us only drink a few cans of beer, he got drunk, and even behaved indecently.

Liu Hongdai frowned slightly and said secretly.

That time, it was because Yang Lei was in an extremely bad mood, and because Wei Zisu wanted to leave him ruthlessly, that he was drunk.

Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk.

"Mr. Zhao, I don't think there's any need to continue."

Yang Lei looked at Zhao Zhen, who was a little uncomfortable and even a little painful, and said:

"In case you fall down and drink unconscious, not only can't the contract be signed, but I also have to be responsible for you."

What Yang Lei said is true, if he dies of drinking, it will be difficult to do.

Zhao Zhen raised his head, his eyes were red and scary, his head shook slightly, his face was hideous, he pointed at Yang Lei, and scolded:

"Boy, what the hell are you talking about, you dare to say that I can't?"

"Do you know that you're insulting me?"

"I, Zhao Zhen, drink with others, and I have never lost. You dirt bun, dare to say that I can't do it. ”

PS: 5th update.

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