As she spoke, Ryoko Hirosue blushed, added another pair of cups and chopsticks to the tray, picked up the tray and walked towards Yoshino. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The little old man was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed knowingly, and hid to the side to steal the fun.

Ryoko Hirosue came to Yoshino with the tray in front of him, put the tray down gently, put away the wine and food and cups and chopsticks, and sat down beside Yoshino: "Come, Yoshino-san, I'll drink two cups with you." ”

Yoshino didn't expect Hirosue to come over to drink with him, and he was at a loss for a while. Instead, Yoshiko Hirosue generously poured a glass of wine for him and herself and said, "Yoshino-san, cheers to our acquaintance!" ”

Yoshino was stunned: "You ......"

Hirosue drank all the "Nissin" shochu in the cup, and smiled at Yoshino: "Don't worry, you don't have to pay, today - I'm in for a treat!" ”

Yoshino was a little puzzled when he heard this, although he vaguely guessed that the boss's unusual behavior tonight might be related to his farewell last night, but he didn't plan to talk much until this guess was confirmed, and only mechanically followed Ryoko Hirosue to pour soju into his stomach.

This "Nissin" shochu is an old brand in Japan, and those who don't know how to taste it will only feel a hot and spicy sensation flowing from the mouth to the stomach, and the taste is no different from that of Chinese yakiniku knives, full of killing taste and burning sensation. However, some Japanese people can taste a little sweet and mellow from this hot and spicy burning sensation.

Yoshino and Yoshiko Hirosue are old drinkers, and the other is the proprietress of an izakaya, so they are naturally experts in how to taste this "Nissin" shochu. But tonight, the two of them really "don't know the taste of drinking". Ryoko Hirosue poured the highly concentrated alcoholic drink into her stomach cup after cup, as if it were not an intoxicating liquor but just ordinary plain water. Yoshino, too, followed Yoshiko Hirosue, you and I drank one cup at a time, and even poured this liquor into his mouth tacitly without the other party's persuasion.

Coming to Naniwa izakaya was an "unplanned event" for Yoshino. He originally planned to go directly to the cafeteria of the Shanghai Dispatch Army Headquarters to rest after filling his stomach, and then go back to the dormitory to rest, and continue to go to the intensive care unit of Gabriel Hospital in the second half of the night to keep vigil for the "shameless female traitor" She Manshi. It was only when he passed by the "Naniwa" izakaya next to the headquarters of the Shanghai Dispatch Army, thinking of the dim lights inside, the fragrance of the food, and the proprietress who gave him her body last night, and suddenly gave him an urge to go in and sit.

After the fourth cup of shochu, Yoshino finally understood why he had the urge to come in and sit down - the dim light, the smell of the food, and the graceful hostess...... All of this gave him a sense of home, and he should have had a home long ago in his early thirties.

"But she's a widow!" Yoshino poured himself sake and said to himself, "And I'm still an unmarried, innocent boy!" ”

He was talking to himself here, only to hear the words from Ryoko Hirosue next to him: "He's coming, he's finally here, I thought he would never appear again once he went!" Hey hey ......"

Although both of them were a little drunk, as veterans of the "alcohol test", they were still a little sober and naturally understood each other's self-talk.

Here, Ryoko Hirosue cried with a "wow": "What's wrong with the widow...... A widow is also a woman and knows how to love...... Widows are responsible for household chores and are more painful...... The widow will take care of you wholeheartedly, and the widow will satisfy you wholeheartedly...... Widows don't look for other men outside, and widows know how to cherish them...... The widow's bed is also the best! ”

It is estimated that even the most philosophically minded woman in the world can't think of her remarks, and even Ryoko Hirosue herself has never previewed it, but after listening to Yoshino's complaints, she actually said it in one breath, without thinking about it at all, and without any consideration for etiquette, righteousness, and shame, the effect of this alcohol not only made her speak, but also made her say what was in her heart without any scruples. Moreover, she did not blush at all after saying that, because her face was already red like a flame under the influence of alcohol.

After listening to Ryoko Hirosue's confession of true feelings, Yoshino didn't say anything, and he didn't know if he heard it in his ears, so he only said to himself: "Mature woman, widow, widow? ? Is this my life? I'll never get an innocent virgin? Is this my fate? As he spoke, Yoshino burst into tears.

After another glass of wine, Ryoko Hirosue could no longer sit still, and her body leaned to the right and leaned limply against Yoshino's body. In fact, Yoshino itself can barely sit still, where can he withstand this reliance of Hiromo? So the two of them fell off the high stool next to the table together with a "grunt". Fortunately, I didn't feel any pain, and after falling down, the two of them leaned against the baffle under the table and snuggled up to each other, and the posture was as affectionate as possible.

"Wine, another bottle ......," yelled Ryoko Hirosue.

"I won't invite you to drink, you can drink too much!" Yoshino said drunkenly, he couldn't even speak.

As soon as the little old man who ran the hall heard the boss's instructions, he hurriedly brought another bottle of soju over, and couldn't help but laugh when he saw the two of them drunk like this. However, he did not make a sound, but put the wine bottle in the hand of the proprietress in his hand, and took down the wine glasses of the two people on the table and placed them. As for the leftovers of the two, the little old man did not move, because according to his experience, at this time the drunkard needs liquid food instead of solid food.

Putting down the glass, the little old man quietly walked away, and when he passed by the guest in the raincoat, the little old man squeezed his eyes at him again, and the guest in the raincoat smiled at him meaningfully.

……

It was already evening when Dong Jintao and Ah Lian settled in their new residence in the Hongkou Japanese Concession.

Ah Lian was full of praise while touching the oak furniture in the room, and asked Dong Jintao with a little doubt: "Lao Jin, there will be no ...... in this house." You can't have that kind of thing, right? ”

"What's there?" Dong Jintao asked pretending to be puzzled.

"That's it...... That's the kind of ...... That kind of thing! Seeing the smile on the corner of his mouth, Ah Lian had already guessed that he was pretending to be confused - having lived with Dong Jintao for so long, she certainly knew the temper of her other half. She threw herself on Dong Jintao's shoulder with a sneer: "You are bad...... You're so bad! I know that people are scared and pretend to be confused, and people ignore you! ”

Dong Jintao smiled and took Ah Lian into his arms, his right hand stroked along her smooth back all the way to her plump buttocks, and then touched the parts below her from behind, and his left hand supported her back, but it happened to be on the strap of her bra, and he couldn't help but feel distracted.