"Didn't you just drink eight more glasses of wine than I did, damn it, what was so good, what was there to show off."

Zhao Zhen's eyes were red and scary, pointing at Yang Lei's nose and scolding.

It can be seen that Zhao Zhen is already drunk.

Also, his wine is quite bad.

Wei Qing was a little embarrassed, he didn't know what to do, whether to persuade or not?

If Yang Lei only drank one more glass of wine than Zhao Zhen in the fourth game, then Zhao Zhen could still win.

Or, the two may continue to compete.

But Yang Lei drank eight more glasses than Zhao Zhen at once, and in this case, Zhao Zhen was drunk and began to curse.

And Yang Lei was just red, and he was very conscious.

Zhao Zhen's state at this time, Wei Qing was not easy to dissuade, he was also afraid of angering Zhao Zhen and being fired.

Liu Hong, Zhang Jie, and Sun Qian were also helpless, and looked at Yang Lei.

A hint of coldness flashed in Yang Lei's eyes, and he had a good fight, nothing about it.

But this thing dares to scold him, which Yang Lei can't tolerate.

However, Yang Lei also disdains to be like a drunkard, which is really boring.

Zhao Zhen didn't admit defeat and felt that he still had hope, so good, just continue to compare.

Yang Lei gave him this opportunity.

Yang Lei looked at Sun Qian and said:

"Sister Qian, what are you doing in a daze, I didn't see that Mr. Zhao was angry, and he wanted to continue to compare with me.

Pour wine. ”

Zhao Zhen also looked up at Sun Qian, his eyes flashed with lewd~ light, and he smiled and said:

"Sun Qian, pour the wine quickly, wait for Lao Tzu to win this little bastard, the three of you are my people tonight.

Look at how Lao Tzu plays with you, especially Liu Hong. ”

Half in the bag.

Thoroughly drunk.

I've started to talk gibberish, and I can't control myself at all.

Liu Hong's face was slightly ugly, and she looked at Yang Leijiao and snorted.

Yang Lei's face was also very unpleasant, but he was holding back.

For the sake of the contract, he had to endure it first.

"Sister Qian, pour wine." Yang Lei said again.

Sun Qian had no choice but to nod, and then filled all the twenty wine glasses on the dining table.

Yang Lei looked at Zhao Zhen and sneered:

"Mr. Zhao, don't you still drink, don't you still think you can win me.

It was like a man standing up and coming to finish the game with me.

Don't look like a loach, it's soft, it's not what a man should be. ”

Humiliate.

The humiliation of Chi Guoguo.

After Zhao Zhen heard this, he raised his head violently, staring at Yang Lei with hideous scarlet eyes.

"Boy, what the hell do you say who is soft." Zhao Zhen pointed at Yang Lei and yelled fiercely.

Yang Lei sneered:

"If you're not, sit upright and compete with me."

"Of course, you don't have to hold on, you can admit defeat.

I can tell that you're already drunk and you're starting to talk nonsense.

It's just that for the sake of face, you are carrying it to the death. ”

"But my ugly words are ahead, if you dare to say a dirty word again, believe it or not, I won't let you out of this private room."

After Yang Lei finished saying this, a murderous aura suddenly erupted from his body, and his eyes suddenly turned cold, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, shooting towards Zhao Zhen.

Zhao Zhen was stared at by Yang Lei's cold and scary gaze, and he shivered, like falling into an ice cave.

Even the strength of the wine has gone a little, and Zhao Zhen secretly said in his heart that it is a terrible momentum and gaze.

Even the big names in the officialdom he have seen are not as terrifying as Yang Lei's sky-high momentum.

Wei Qing on the side was also taken aback, he really didn't expect that the momentum on Yang Lei's body would suddenly change.

It was as if hell had torn a hole open, and a Shura came out.

Although Zhao Zhen was angry in his heart, in the face of Yang Lei's cold gaze, where did he dare to say half a sentence of nonsense.

"Okay, like." Zhao Zhen gritted his teeth and said.

If you want him to admit defeat, you might as well kill him.

In the fourth game, Yang Lei had already drunk eight more glasses of wine than him, so he didn't believe it, this kid surnamed Yang was really the reincarnation of the god of wine.

Yang Lei's cold gaze was retracted, revealing his skills again.

Four cups at a time, as smooth as drinking boiled water, drinking extremely chic and happy.

And Zhao Zhen picked up the first glass of wine, and as soon as he took a sip, he spit it out.

After Liu Hong, Zhang Jie, and Sun Qian saw it, their eyebrows frowned slightly.

Especially when the third daughter saw the slightest trace of blood in Zhao Zhentu's filthy ~ filthy things, they became worried.

Wei Qing's brows also furrowed deeply, Mr. Zhao This is a precursor to stomach bleeding.

If you continue to drink like this, it will not be far from real stomach bleeding, or even death from drinking.

On the other hand, Yang Lei ignored Zhao Zhen, and drank four cups again, and it was already eight cups.

There were eleven cups left on the table.

Before Zhao Zhen could react, Yang Lei had already drunk it all.

In this game, in the fifth game, Yang Lei drank nineteen cups, while Zhao Zhen didn't finish a single cup.

Zhao Zhen made an uncomfortable 'oh' sound from his mouth and lay on the table.

He wanted to remember it very much, but his head hurt badly, he was dizzy, he vomited very strongly, and his whole body was very unwell, and he couldn't get up.

"Mr. Zhao, are you okay?" Wei Qing frowned slightly, helped Zhao Zhen up, and said worriedly.

Zhao Zhen's face was red with a hint of whiteness, and his eyes rolled his eyes, which was the rhythm of wanting to faint.

Yang Lei snorted coldly, stepped forward, and stretched out his hand to quickly connect a few points on several acupoints on Zhao Zhen's body.

Wei Qing, who watched it, was quite surprised and shocked.

Without waiting for Wei Qing to ask Yang Lei what he was doing, he saw Zhao Zhen vomit again.

This time, Zhao Zhen vomited even more, and he couldn't wait to spit out his intestines.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine if he spit it out." Facing Wei Qing's gaze, Yang Lei said coldly.

"You'd better be fine, or you won't be able to take on the responsibility." Wei Qing said with a grim face.

"Are you threatening me?" Yang Lei's gaze turned cold again, and he was extremely cold.

Wei Qing shuddered, like falling into an ice cave, and although he gritted his teeth angrily, he didn't dare to speak anymore.

After a while, as Yang Lei said, Zhao Zhen's alcohol strength disappeared a lot, and the red on his face faded a lot.

"Mr. Zhao, how do you feel?" Wei Qing saw that Zhao Zhen didn't vomit, sat with his back against the chair and closed his eyes, and hurriedly asked.

Zhao Zhen waved his hand, his eyes were still closed, and said:

"I miss Zhao Zhen, who drank and beat invincible opponents all over the time, and even sat in today's position.

I never thought that one day I would lose out to a junior in drinking. ”

"But today, I lost, and I lost without a complete body, and I was convinced."

At this time, Zhao Zhencai opened his eyes that were still red, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, and looked at Yang Lei and said:

"Boy, I have to say, you are very powerful, and you are ruthless enough to yourself."

Yang Lei sneered, looked at Zhao Zhen and said:

"I'm willing to gamble and lose, and sign the contract."

PS: Today's 6th update. Tomorrow is guaranteed to be ten watches.

(End of chapter)