Sitting on a stool, Li Sirui dangled a glass of spirits. The other hand grabbed the phone and used his free thumb to fly back and forth on the keyboard, busy like a Hokage.

He is trying to make Yin Laiwen change her mind.

Yin Laiwen said on the QQ of her mobile phone, you are too perverted, I am not suitable for you.

He didn't give up and asked: Why?

Yin Laiwen said, I suspect that you don't love me, it's your brother. Maybe you don't call your brother or lover in private.

He replied angrily: What nonsense are you talking about?

She said, why didn't you think of me when you met your friends in the southern hemisphere?

It's a shame that my best friend still misses your dead friend!

I'm still confused and messed with you for two years!

With all due respect, Lisley, you men who claim to be particularly handsome should be imprisoned in concentration camps to work as coolies. It's not that you can do whatever you want if you're handsome, you know, scumbag!

He made a ghost send a sentence: I have no credit and hard work in the past two years, right? I wanted to change it, but I didn't even have time to add a question mark and sent it out. I hate sending a message but not revoking the function.

The anger pouring out from the other side was reflected in a bunch of exclamation points:

Li Sirui, are you interesting?

Where is your credit and hard work!

Do you want me to thank you for helping me eat the leftovers for two years!

Do you feel like you've worked hard to move to a dormitory?

I didn't do you any wrong!

I gave you this thing for nothing!

……

Li Sirui couldn't bear to look directly at the exclamation mark behind him. I pressed the phone screen, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Just as he was about to talk to the bartender about another drink, a familiar figure caught out of the corner of his eye.

He and a few of his classmates shone at the school recruitment fair. Before the first semester of the senior year began, a group of five or six people went to this economic and trade company in the same city to report.

The little girl at the front desk and the personnel specialist in charge of recruiting their group of student soldiers are methodically going through the entry procedures for everyone.

Li Sirui tugged at the sleeve of his dress and whispered to Zhang Saiwen, it's a pity, if only I could see the sister who preached to us that day.

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the preaching sister was wearing a dark professional attire. The cloud bun is fragrant, the eyes are like autumn waves, the eyebrows are like daisies, and the high heels are knocking on the ground.

The male classmates were all shy and secretly presumptuous to look at this fruit that looked like it was ripe on a tree, exuding an attractive fragrance, and couldn't wait to fall into their arms in the next second.

After completing the entry registration procedures, everyone consciously stood in a row, and as usual, a leader came to preach again, and then took away the interns in their own department.

Zhang Saiwen rushed to Sister Xuan, who was about to enter the elevator, and the two whispered something in their ears, muttering something and smiling as they spoke.

I saw my sister smile like a flower and returned to the front desk and said to the personnel commissioner, show me the files of these classmates. It seems that our department also has two intern quota indicators.

She held a large stack of forms that everyone had just filled out, and walked over to confirm with Zhang Saiwen quietly.

Then he took out two entry registration forms and waved them at the front desk: I took these two little ghosts away, little sister, you remember to go through the later procedures for them. Get their work documents ready, and send them to me later.

After speaking, he beckoned to Zhang Saiwen and Li Sirui, and then turned around and left cleanly.

Li Sirui followed Zhang Saiwen and entered the elevator with a stunned expression. I wondered what this guy was talking about?

In the elevator, the two people looked at each other, nose and heart. portrays the image of a novice who has just entered the workplace.

Li Sirui rubbed the swivel chair behind him and laughed silently.

A cup of tequila in the left hand and a cup of bourbon Manhattan in the right hand. He floated softly into the corner of the plausible shadow where the light shone through.

Uninvited, he sat down and didn't speak. Gently push the scarlet bourbon Manhattan over the small square table in the booth. Then gently put down that cup of tequila in front of you.

A voice came from the shadows that made Li Sirui feel charming: Li Sirui? Your eyesight is really good, little ghost, you can see me sitting here from so far away.

Li Sirui turned his head proudly. But he pointed to the bar in the other direction and said, in fact, he couldn't see this position over there. From there, it's just a cloud of hidden smoke.

The female voice in the smoke whispered and laughed, do you want to talk about electrocardiogram? Pay attention to logical self-consistency, and pickle girls are no exception.

Li Sirui felt that the word "pickled girl" came out of this cherry mouth, which was really confusing.

He cleared his throat and gently pushed the bourbon manhattan on the small table: Sister, this cocktail is for you.

My sister didn't even look at the scarlet cocktail. Staring at the tequila in front of him with burning eyes, asked: Did you bring salt?

What?

Did you add salt to the wine? Oh, it's a pity, little ghost, the bartender didn't tell you that you can drip lemon first when drinking agave, but should the salt be imported before drinking to synthesize the astringency?

Li Sirui suddenly realized. He stretched out his left hand, which was covered with fine salt, and said, "The salt is here, and this is my second cup." Sorry, I didn't hear what you said......

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a warm feeling in his left hand. A slippery tongue licked a word on his tiger's mouth.

Before he could carefully feel the friction between the tip of his tongue and the tiger's mouth, he saw a slender jade hand with condensed skin reaching out in front of him. I sent the cup of agave to the cherry in a small mouth, and poured it clean.

When he was done, he slammed the empty wine glass on the table, and exhaled while burping the wine in his mouth: Wow, Tequila!

Li Sirui wanted to reach for the cocktail, but his hand reached halfway and then retracted.

Sitting still, he slapped his hands on the knee twice. Say okay in your mouth, I don't know if you like to drink spirits. Then this cup of Bourbon Manhattan ...... Forget it.

The chuckle in the smoke seemed to be made even more brazen by a glass of spirits:

What's your expression? Unexpectedly or dissatisfied? This one is mine, I'll call the bartender over and ask you to drink two more glasses.

After saying that, she raised her pink lotus jade arm, and faintly heard a snap of her fingers.

What Li Sirui relies on is the only remaining dignity and face of men. My sister seems to be relying on a really deep amount of alcohol.

The more she drank, the happier she became, her cheeks crimson and she couldn't stop drinking.

His head was as big as a bucket, and his tongue was not straight, and he said that he would sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman.

The scarlet Bourbon Manhattan was like a sacrifice for some kind of religious ritual. As the bartender takes away the empty glasses and bottles from the countertop. The rest was abruptly placed between the two of them, like a blood-red eye.

In the end, the two of them decided to win or lose by guessing the boxing with their tongues wide open, and whoever lost would take a sip of the cocktail.

She played with her fingers open, forcing him to clench his fists, and he had to take a sip.

She smiled and said indistinctly: Wow, you are a good lady when you drink cocktails.

He clenched his fist to himself, but reached out his other hand and pressed her thumb, ring finger, and pinky finger back. Then push the cocktail in front of her: drink, you lose.

The two staggered all the way home.

She said goodbye, standing on the side of the road with the wind blowing, looking crumbling.

What little sanity he had left told himself that he had to send her home!

Look at the miniature version of her face lying on her bed.

He was half sober.