Fanhua was dragged to the original place by Wen Shan, and the two continued to fight wine.

"Su, host," the system in his mind said cautiously.

"How?"

"That, the main god Baba-" Favorability has dropped again!

The last time I first saw the hotel pool, the system found that the original value of the main god fragment to the host was -30, and after the hotel incident, it became -50.

Now, it's down to -70 again.

After seeing each other, you are about to become enemies!

It doesn't even know why? The main god Ba Ba is like this, the brutal host will be angry, miserable, miserable, the host is not willing to help this plane's Ba Ba anymore, what can I do?

Before it could finish its sentence, it was interrupted by flowers.

"Don't mention him! Didn't you notice the way he looked at me just now? Hate me, think I'm very rare him? Heh, hehe, hehe! ”

"Su, host, the main god Baba must not have done it on purpose, you can forgive him this time - Zla"

The system is silenced again.

Recalling Jiang Hannian's eyes just now, Fanhua was holding back a breath in her heart, and she couldn't wait to beat the person to the ground and tell him to sing conquest!

That breath of breath is now vented by her on the wine bottle!

She moved quickly, a few bottles of wine quickly stomached, and Fanhua, who had just been awake for a while, was paralyzed by alcohol again.

Then, he fell on the table and stopped moving.

"Ah Hua, Ah Hua?" Wen Shan drank slowly, not drunk yet, and hurriedly went to pull the flowers.

Finding that she was completely drunk, she had to resign herself to calling the waiter and dragging the drunk person to the upstairs guest room.

After helping Fanhua to the bed, Wen Shan also leaned on the side of the bed, and pointed at Fanhua with drunken eyes and shouted, "Ah Hua, you are really, really fierce today, the amount of alcohol is not as good as mine, and you drank so fast, haha, you lost, lost!" ”

Half-drunk, she heard the phone ringing, Wen Shan touched it, and took out the phone from the small bag hanging around her neck.

"Tell me to go home now, okay, okay, okay, stop chattering, I'll go back immediately, it's annoying......" Wobbly, Wen Shan went out of the door of the guest room.

Drunk, she had forgotten her friend who was still lying on the bed behind her, and when she went out, the door forgot to close.

In a private room on the first floor.

The handsome young man still grabbed the wine bottle and poured it into his mouth.

Under the light, his face was like a knife and axe, and the edges and corners were as clear as if he was a prince who came out of a comic.

It's just that at this moment, the prince is obviously very depressed and decadent, his eyes are confused and lost, and the bottle that has been opened is poured by him and poured into his mouth, and the choking taste makes physiological tears flow from the corners of his eyes, but he is still persistent, and continues to pour wine on himself.

The extra wine leaked from the corners of his mouth, wetting his entire chin, down his slender and white neck, flowing through the delicate collarbone, and into the unbuttoned shirt.

Every texture is just right, the skin is fair and elastic, and the collarbone is faintly visible under the light, not sloppy, but sets off a beautiful and languishing style.

The bottles fell to the ground and scattered haphazardly on the floor.

In order to make friends with Wang Daopan, he invited him to drink and sing K, and he accompanied him with a smile and a smile.

Even if Director Wang is not a famous director, he has no choice in order to save the emergency.

Today, this road is still blocked.

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable Jiang Hannian became, and the wine he gave to Wang Dao couldn't be wasted, so he just drank it himself!

Bottle by bottle of wine continued to pour into his mouth......

Soon, Jiang Hannian felt that his consciousness was a little blurred.

He remembered that he seemed to have prepared a room for Director Wang to rest, so he staggered and groped upstairs.

"308, found it!" He glanced at the number on the door and went to grip the doorknob.

"Hey, why can't you open it?" The handle is never unscrewed.

Jiang Hannian felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, walked to the side to support the wall, and retched a few times while holding his chest.

When he was comfortable, he turned around and went to twist the doorknob again—

This time, without screwing, the door opened.