"Say!" Ah Dong's eyes were full of bloodshots, and he stared at the boss, looking terrifying. "Are you really interested in Wan Qian or do you have some other purpose?"

The man looked stunned, but quickly adjusted the expression on his face.

"Brother, you've drunk too much." He stepped forward and tried to hold on to Adong.

However, Ah Dong didn't appreciate it, and slammed the cup on the table, and roughly brushed his hand away.

"Who's your brother?"

Gao Tiancheng stepped forward, "Adong, you're drunk, go, I'll help you go to rest." ”

Ah Dong staggered to his feet, his gaze crossed Gao and Jin, and finally fell on Wan Qian vaguely.

"Wan Qian, you say, am I drunk?" He asked thoughtlessly.

Wan Qian lowered her head, as if there was something in front of her that had attracted all his attention. She wouldn't answer.

Gao Tiancheng stood up.

"Adong, you're drunk." He straightened his face, Ah Dong raised his head to look at him, and in his drunken eyes, Gao Tiancheng turned into one, two, many, and then these many Gao Tiancheng became blurred, and he let out a breath of wine like a horse snorting, and Gao Tiancheng stood opposite him.

I thought to myself, this man looked like he had just been fished out of a wine barrel.

He walked over and held him up.

When do I need help?

Ah Dong thought.

I don't need to.

What's more, he's still a handicap.

"Disability."

Somehow, these two words were so easily spat out of his lips. Gao Tiancheng was stunned, Wan Qian said Adong, are you crazy?

Mr. Kim was busy playing the round.

"Drunk, he's drunk." Everyone knows that he is drunk, and everyone understands that drunk people sometimes just want to get drunk, and what a drunk person says is not necessarily the truth, but it must be something that has been held in his heart for a long time and wants to be spoken. If it is more or less visible, people need to use alcohol to export.

Wan Qian saw Gao Tiancheng's facial muscles trembling slightly under the light, he must have been angry, his anger may not be because of his disability, or it may not be because of Adong's blatant contempt for him, he may be angry just because he is his brother. Because they are brothers, people all over the world can dislike him, but he can't.

He didn't.

Wan Qian knew that feeling, like when she was with Wan Huan, Wan Huan blatantly betrayed her, and her heart was like a knife at that time.

Wan Qian gave her husband a look, and Mr. Jin moved his steps and came to Ah Dong's side.

"Come, I'll help you to rest." He said, turning his head to Wan Qian, "Wan Qian, go and help him make a hangover tea." ”

"You can also make hangover tea!" Ah Dong smiled, his body was crooked on the man, but he adjusted his lower plate and tried to stand up straight, but in fact it shook badly, but he didn't feel that it was himself who was shaking, it was the whole world shaking.

People who feel that they are wrong about the whole world are drunk people and are not sober. Who is sober and has such a cognition?

I didn't shake.

I didn't shake.

He thought.

The idea was unusually firm.

"I don't want you to help, I can do it myself." Adong

Stubbornly pushed the man away, reaching out to grab the wine glass in front of him, but the sound of a cup and plate sounded.

But what about the cups?

The cup did not meet his palm as expected.

What about cups?

Naughty mugs.

He thought that even a broken cup would dare to oppose me.

Ah Dong was furious, so he shot again.

"Hey, I don't believe it yet." He muttered vaguely in his throat.

Immediately, his big hand swept again, and he heard Wan Qian's scream.

On a night like this, the woman's screams made him feel slightly awake and slightly excited.

"Huh." He burst out laughing. It's just a cup, how can it be difficult for me?

He thought to himself, so he reached for the bottle, there were so many bottles, his hand had no clear goal, and whatever it touched was what it was. How good it would be if life was the same as the wine he wanted at this time, and whatever he met would satisfy his cravings! However, it can't be. No way. No way.

It's impossible how desperate those three words could be.

Ah Dong heard the sound of tinkling, followed by another exclamation from Wan Qian. He could barely hear what she was saying, but he could imagine that it must have been bad. Women just love to make a fuss.

Ah Dong thought to himself that all the troubles in her life were bigger than the ones she had created by herself now, but this stupid woman only chose to scream at such a time.

"It's not your husband." Ah Dong smiled, his face facing Wan Qian's direction, but in fact, his eyes could no longer find Wan Qian's face, "It's not your husband." "He repeats mechanically and vaguely." Wait until you get to bed at night and then scream at your husband. Hahaha. ”

Then I don't know if it was the left cheek or the right cheek, he was punched firmly, I don't know who hit him, it was really strong. Ah Dong fell to the ground on his back, grabbed the table on the way, and knocked down the chair, if Wan Huan didn't sleep well enough, he would definitely be woken up by the noise outside, but he didn't.

Ah Dong heard that he was panting, who hit him he didn't have a chance to see clearly, his back hit the ground first, a dull pain, but it was only a moment, then the back of his head hit the ground, everything in front of him became even darker, he closed his eyes in pain and despair, one cheek was a little numb and stiff pain, he wanted to reach out to comfort that cheek, after all, he had been with him for decades, and he had never left him.

Ah Dong tried several times, but in the end he had to give up because he couldn't find his goal. He gasped like a fish out of water, and then breathed so long that he couldn't stop chewing on the pitiful air with his teeth, but he thought he could hear the air being torn and cut by his teeth.

He opened his eyes, and the lights above his head glowed in colorful circles. He wanted to laugh, but found salty tears oozing from the corners of his eyes. He ignored them and let them flow, if they really wanted to.

Eventually, Ah Dong found that they were no longer under his control, and they kept rushing out like water that had opened a floodgate.

Someone kicked him like a dead dog, not too hard, like a woman.

It's Wan Qian.

He thought.

No one would come up to him, they were his best friends in this world, born and died together, and yet they ignored him simply because he was drunk. Of course, they will find the best excuse for themselves, such as not wanting to see him so self-defeating, and not wanting to see him make a fool of himself.

However, Ah Dong clearly knows that he has made a fool of himself and suffered a lot in this half of the world.

He had been looking for this opportunity for a long time, and now he had found it in a foreign land. Why can't it be vented?

Why not?

Why not?

The tears came even harder. He imagined another self leaving his shell, and another sober Adong standing next to this man who was drunk like a cat, looking at him, like a man who had been abused by life and had failed to the ground.

Let him laugh.

Adong, who was lying on the floor, thought sadly. He raised his arms and tried to hold himself. But that embrace, even if he was familiar with the road, could not give him real comfort.

He still wants more, what he wants, or will never achieve in his lifetime. He had two options: the first was to adjust his goal and replace the one that tortured him; Another option is......

No!

He has no way out, he has no second option. No. This incident was destined to be a point of no return from the day it began.

He lay down, his face pressed against the cold floor, his arm between his eyes and the floor, and he heard a man's whimper in pain, without any disguise.

The man must have been heartbroken.

Ah Dong thought to himself, if only I hadn't been drunk to this extent now, I could comfort him, whether he needed my comfort or not. But now he's too drunk.

"Mr. Gao." Wan Qian still uses the same title as she has always been. "How? Let Ah Jin help him into the bedroom. He was too drunk. ”

Everybody knows.

Gao Tiancheng nodded.

"You sleep in another room today, I'll prepare for it later, don't sleep with this drunk, I'm afraid he will make you sleep badly, he can toss as much as he wants."

Gao Tiancheng nodded, the restaurant was in a mess, Mr. Jin had already helped up Ah Dong who was crying like a child, Ah Dong didn't pick people now, as long as it was a hug that made him feel warm, he threw himself into the man's arms without hesitation, and then put his whole face on the other party's chest, and said something inexplicable and heart-wrenching to others. It made Mr. Jin look embarrassed, and it was not easy to push him away, and he didn't want to just give in. had to be half-coaxed and half-deceived, like a child, and dragged him to the room.

"I don't sleep." Ah Dong was furious, "I don't sleep. ”

But then, his knife-sharp language became like a rag, soft and as if it had weathered the vicissitudes of the world.

"I don't sleep."

The last time, his tone became decadent and stubborn, like a foolish child.

After being drunk, Adong seems to have doubled in weight, and he staggered when he walked.

This made it even more difficult for him to help, and on several occasions he stumbled and almost brought Mr. Jin down.

The door was in front of him, and Mr. Jin opened it with ease, and Ah Dong could barely take a step, so Mr. Jin had to drag him up by the armpits like a dead dog.

And yet he's really heavy.

Mr. Kim gasped, at first he tried to adjust his breathing, but then he realized that everything was in vain, so he gasped in relief, and the smell of body fluids and liquor steaming and fermenting on the human body was emanating from Ah Dong's body.

It smells terrible.

However, there was nowhere to escape his nose, so much so that he sometimes had to stop halfway through, then pin his face to the side and take a few breaths of fresh air.

The beds were neatly made, but Mr. Kim began to worry about the new ones. I don't know if Ah Dong will vomit at night, if he does, then Wan Qian will be busy.

As soon as this idea came to mind, Mr. Kim himself was startled.

How could there be such an idea? Wan Qian is completely a mature and skillful household woman in front of him, so what is he like now? Like a newlywed husband who knows hot and cold?

Yes, this should be his current character.

The man in his arms was slammed into the bed, and his body kissed the bed and let out a muffled grunt.

There was already sweat on his forehead, and Mr. Jin stood still at the head of the bed, and did not immediately move on to the next step, but reached out and pulled out two tissues from the tissue box on the bedside table, wiped the sweat away, and then began to carefully examine the drunk Ah Dong. This kid is very big, his body is strong and strong, his hair is thick, thick and dense, a bit like a water weed, this kid is not bad, and his face is angular.

He ...... with Wan Qian

Forget it, Wan Qian never told him about this paragraph. Besides, before he married her, he also knew that the woman named Wan Qian had a past.

(End of chapter)