Big tongue?

Wu Jun was ecstatic.

Some people have a special physique, very supportive, not only do they not drink on their faces, as long as they are not drunk, even the drunkenness will not be reflected on their faces, but as long as the strength of the wine comes up, they will lie faster than anyone else.

This Chen Lang is probably this kind of physique.

Wu Jun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he was careful in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "Brother Chen, a large amount, if you drink like this, I can't accompany you myself." In this way, I called a few friends to come over, all of them are from Minghai Pharmaceutical Company, and I just took this opportunity to get together and see if there is any opportunity for cooperation. ”

After speaking, he didn't care whether Chen Lang agreed or not, he took out his mobile phone and called.

Not to mention, Wu Jun is indeed a character, and his face is definitely good.

Less than 20 minutes after the phone call ended, two men rushed over, and as soon as they entered the door, they nodded and handed out cigarettes and toasts, and they were flattering and unbearable.

"This is Mr. Fan, this is Mr. Qian, don't say much, you two have to help me accompany Brother Chen today, come, each of you will toast Brother Chen for three cups alone!"

Lin Miaotong is such a smart person, as soon as he looks at this posture, he knows that Wu Jun is not holding back any good fart, this is the rhythm of trying to get Chen Lang drunk.

"Husband, you have a bad stomach and can't drink anymore."

Naturally, this is just an excuse, Chen Lang's soft rice has always been fragrant, and his stomach is very good.

"It's okay, I've got it. It is rare for Mr. Wu to be so enthusiastic, and it is difficult to resist the hospitality, and he must accompany him to the end. Chen Lang quietly squeezed his eyebrows at Lin Miaotong, signaling that she didn't have to worry.

You are a waste of eating soft rice, and Lao Tzu is a wine fairy, I see how long you can pretend!

Wu Jun was ruthless in his heart, but his face was full of spring breeze, and he picked up his wine glass and said, "Haha, Brother Chen is arrogant, I like it." Let's continue, there is still a box here in Feitian Moutai, if you don't have a good drink, let's change the scene later, go to the bar and continue drinking. Come, I'll mention one first, and then, Mr. Fan, Mr. Qian, it's up to the two of you. ”

Chen Lang was silent and heroic to the end.

Mr. Fan and Mr. Qian are both old foxes, peeking at the beautiful and thrilling Lin Miaotong, how can they not know what Wu Jun's idea is.

The two thought to themselves, this matter is simple, as long as they help Wu Jun drink Chen Lang, everything will fall into place. If you're lucky, when Wu Jun finishes playing, you can still get a kiss on Fangze.

With dirty thoughts, the two suddenly felt that the blood of the beast was boiling, and Mr. Fan stood up with the wine first.

"Come on, thanks to Mr. Wu's blessing, I can get acquainted with a young man like Brother Chen, my old Fan is happy, I won't say anything, Brother Chen, it's all in the wine, you can afford me, let's drink three glasses alone."

"Good, good! It's just that this small cup is not enjoyable, so let's change to a big cup, right? Chen Lang seemed to be drunk, and as he spoke, he beckoned the waiter to bring five large glasses that could hold half a catty of wine.

Chen Lang opened all the boxes of Feitian Moutai, and then swung the large glasses and filled them one by one.

"Enjoy this, please three bosses!"

The three of Wu Jun looked at each other, and the corners of their mouths twitched in surprise.

One cup is half a catty, three cups is one and a half catties, looking at the middle of the posture without a break, to suffocate three cups in one go, this is especially to drink the rhythm of the dead.

No matter how much alcohol you drink, do you drink like this? Isn't this death?

Nima, don't this kid be pretentious, right?

Wu Jun glanced at Mr. Fan, meaning that you go up first, and then talk after drinking.

Lao Fan's momentum was completely lost, and he forced himself to squeeze out a little smile.

"Brother Chen, I'll make the first drink first."

After that, he took a long breath and poured half a catty of Moutai into it.

The liquor went down to the stomach, and the lower abdomen seemed to be on fire, burning the internal organs everywhere.

Lin Miaotong was stunned for a long time, and then finally came back to her senses and hurriedly pressed Chen Lang's wrist.

"Husband, you can't drink like this, you'll drink the dead."

Chen Lang gently took Lin Miaotong's jade hand away and said confidently: "It's okay, there are only two kinds of wine in this world that can get drunk with me, and you are one of them, as for Moutai...... Not intoxicating. ”

The other, of course, is the immortal drunk brewed by Dugu Qingtian.

It's not that Chen Lang deliberately exaggerated, after the dragon blood is integrated into his bloodline, it can be easily diluted and neutralized by the alcohol, and it has really become a luxury to seek a drunk.

As for the immortal drunk, objectively speaking, it is no longer a vulgar wine in the world.

Fuck you uncle!

Wu Jun was fed a mouthful of dog food for no reason, disgusting to death, and said angrily: "Brother Chen is domineering, but we can't just talk about it and not practice, this drinking method was proposed by you, the first cup of Mr. Fan has been dried, according to the rules, you have to drink a catty." Manly man, a mouthful of spit and a nail, I don't think Brother Chen will suck his own face, right? ”

"I've always liked to slap people in the face." Chen Lang said with a smile, "It's no problem for me to drink it, I'm afraid that Mr. Wu will admit it." ”

"Cut! I don't have this word in Wu Jun's dictionary. I'm going to put my words here today, as long as Brother Chen can bear it, he hasn't drunk it thoroughly......"

Wu Jun gestured: "Let's drink without stopping!" "Wu Jiu Literature

"Refreshing!"

Chen Lang had a full glass of wine, a pound of wine in his throat, his face was not red or panting, and he didn't even burp a single wine.

Wu Jun's eyes almost fell out.

In less than half a minute, he killed a pound of fifty-three degrees of Feitian Moutai, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe it.

Is this still human?

Lin Miaotong was nervous on the side, alcohol poisoning is still a trivial matter, in case of stomach perforation, it will be troublesome.

Chen Lang poured the wine again and said, "Mr. Fan, the second glass!" ”

"I ......" Lao Fan didn't dare to say anything with a bitter face, the fire in his stomach has not eased up, if he comes another half a catty, he will have to go to the hospital to report.

In fact, to be called to the town by Wu Jun, Lao Fan and Lao Qian have a lot of alcohol, but no matter how big the amount of alcohol is, they can't drink this kind of crazy wine.

Wu Jun glared at Lao Fan fiercely, and said coldly: "Mr. Fan, do you want Mr. Lin to see a joke?" ”

Lao Fan was helpless, he couldn't afford to offend Wu Jun at all, so he had to grit his teeth and pour it violently.

Chen Lang still has a crisp and neat wine style, one pays two, and he doesn't drag the mud and water.

As a result, when he waited for the third cup, Lao Fan finally poured half a cup into it, and suddenly his stomach was overturned, and a sour breath rushed straight to his brain.

Lao Fan couldn't hold it anymore, so he turned his head and squirted out a sip of wine.

"I ...... I...... I really can't drink it, I've never seen it like this, so I took it. ”

Wu Jun raised his chin at Lao Qian, and said arrogantly: "Mr. Qian, it's time for you to respect Brother Chen." ”

Counting the previous ones, this must be more than three catties, this kind of drinking method of killing 800 enemies and losing 1,000 people, Lao Tzu will see how long you can last.

Lao Qian also saved the same thoughts as Wu Jun, swept away the malaise just now, and went into battle with vigor.

The result was naturally still a tragedy, and he overturned it directly without drinking the third cup.

Five pounds!

Wu Jun said angrily: "Go on!" I did it! ”

Chen Lang was not drunk at all, and said with a smile: "Please." ”

One cup!

Two cups!

Wow!

Wu Jun couldn't stand it anymore, and suddenly fell on the chair and vomited.

For a while, the room was full of filth and sourness.

"Mr. Wu, there's still a cup left."

Wu Jun wanted to get up strongly, but suddenly there was a sharp pain in his stomach.

It's over, the stomach is perforated!

Wu Jun was drenched in cold sweat, and his face was almost deformed in pain.

"No, I seem to have a perforated stomach, call an ambulance for me."

Chen Lang said with a smile: "Then how can it be done, after saying three cups, Mr. Wu is still one cup away." ”

"I ...... I admit it, you're not a person, how can anyone drink so much? Wu Jun said hatefully.

"Just admit it? Do I remember that Mr. Wu just swore that he wanted to drink without stopping? ”

Lin Miaotong covered Xiaoqiong's nose and frowned: "Husband, forget it, call an ambulance quickly, if it drags on any longer, it will really kill you." ”

Chen Lang sneered: "Don't worry about it. I arranged an ambulance before I entered the box, and I was waiting in the parking lot to take the three CEOs to the hospital at any time. ”

"Groove! You did it on purpose! Wu Jun was furious.

Even the ambulance was arranged for them in advance, and this drinking game was clearly a big hole dug by Chen Lang.

Chen Lang took a few bites of food slowly, and then sneered.

"That's right, I did it on purpose. Mr. Wu, the taste of self-consumption is not pleasant, right? Don't hide anything in your trouser pocket, take it out. ”

"How do you know?" Wu Jun was so shocked that he forgot about the stomach colic.

"If you want to know, you'll know." Chen Lang smiled coldly, "Get me drunk first, and then find an opportunity to drug my wife, Wu Jun, you are not small!" ”