My Fiance Ran Away

Chu Yang closed his eyes and thought for a few seconds, then shook his head. "Forget it. Drinking is mainly about one's mood. I'm afraid that after I go to your house, I won't be able to find this feeling anymore. Give me another bottle like this. "    

    

The bartender answered in disappointment, then turned around and gave him another bottle.    

    

Chu Yang drank rather slowly in this bottle, using 17.42 seconds.    

    

Chu Yang raised his head and weighed the bottle. When the last drop of wine fell on the tip of his tongue, he placed the bottle heavily on the bar counter. "Again."    

    

This time, the bartender did not try to persuade him. She gave him another bottle.    

    

Chu Yang raised his head and drank.    

    

Chu Yang, who had drunk two bottles of Mardilly, drank the third bottle. It took even longer. Half of the wine was spilled on his face. Some of the wine slid past his closed eyes and dripped onto the floor like drops of tears.    

    

Chu Yang was Ghost Chariot and Assassin King, although he could still drink. Chu Yang was Ghost Chariot and Assassin King. Although he could still drink, he was still not an alcoholic, especially when he was feeling extremely depressed. Therefore, after drinking nearly three bottles of Mardilly, He was already a little drunk. But he still smashed the bottle heavily onto the floor, leaned on the bar counter, and reached out his right hand to grab the bartender's hand. His tongue was a bit big as he said: "Give, give me more wine"    

    

When Chu Yang drank the second bottle of wine, everyone in the bar looked at him. They were all attracted by him and couldn't help but put down the wine glass in their hands. They looked at him with interest and whispered about where he came from. He was so awesome.    

    

Mr. Fei, who thought that he could shake the ground by stomping his feet on the street, was full of admiration for Chu Yang. However, he still told his companion insincerely, "Look at that idiot. He must have been dumped by a woman."    

    

Mr. Fei, who had wanted to watch Chu Yang drink the third bottle, saw that Chu Yang had finished drinking the third bottle. He smashed the bottle with a snap, then grabbed the bartender's hand and continued to ask for more wine. He was very unhappy in his heart. He put the glass on the table and said, "This guy next door dares to act cool in front of my girlfriend. Looks like he really lacks discipline. "    

    

"Yeah, Mr. Fei. Look, he actually dares to grab Xin'er's hand. Do you want to 'remind' him?"    

    

Mr. Fei stood up and looked around. He was observing how many people Chu Yang had come with.    

    

There were about fifty or sixty people in the bar. There were men and women. Some sat, some stood, and some walked in. A man in a white sportswear and a hat walked in. It was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman. After she (he) entered, she lowered her head and hugged her shoulders as she leaned against the windowsill by the door. It was as if she didn't come to the bar to drink but to stare blankly.    

    

"Fuck, there are more and more people pretending to be cool these days... Come, let's go." After spitting on the person who was dressed like a Muslim in white sportswear, Mr. Fei waved at his brothers. Then he walked to the bar first.    

    

The man in white sportswear raised his head. His eyes were even brighter than the brightest stars in the winter night. He looked at Mr. Fei and the others coldly. However, when she (he) looked at Chu Yang... The ice in her eyes melted like the scorching sun in June.    

    

When the bartender Xin'er was grabbed by Chu Yang, her heart beat rapidly. If she hadn't seen Mr. Fei and the others walk over, she would have told her boss, This is my friend. He drank too much, I want to send him home. Then, she brought Chu Yang back to her own bed.    

    

Some people don't necessarily have to have him (her) forever. As long as they occasionally have one night with each other, they can embellish your entire ordinary life.    

    

"Sir, you drank too much. You can't drink anymore." Xin'er looked at Mr. Fei, who had walked to the bar counter, with a worried gaze. She then advised Chu Yang, who kept asking her for wine.    

    

Mr. Fei rubbed his chin and walked to Chu Yang's side. He tilted his head and looked at him first. Then he said to Xin'er, "Xin'er, I asked you to take the wine. Just take it. What are you talking about?"    

    

Xin'er looked at Mr. Fei timidly and said boldly, "Mr. Fei, he has already drunk three bottles. If he drinks another bottle, I'm afraid he will be poisoned by alcohol."    

    

"Forget about drinking to death. No one forced him to drink it anyway." Mr. Fei sneered and looked at Xin'er with slanted eyes. "What's wrong? Do you feel sorry for him?"    

    

Xin'er sighed in her heart. She could only turn around and take another bottle of wine. She forced a smile and said, "No, I am just afraid that something will happen to the guest."    

    

It had only been a few minutes since Chu Yang drank the first bottle.    

    

Although Chu Yang's alcohol tolerance was very high, to the extent that after drinking eight bottles of white wine with Koo Mingchuang, he still completed a task that seemed impossible to other killers. But that time, it was to celebrate Shaang Lige's return from the brink of death. At that time, he was in a good mood, and he drank the wine in the afternoon.    

    

But now, when he felt that he had lost that pure friendship of hers, In his heart, he unconsciously had the thought of torturing himself, especially after drinking three bottles in such a short period of time. Although his alcohol tolerance was shockingly high, he still felt that his head was hurting more and more. His legs and stomach also began to soften. He looked at Mr. Fei, who was standing at the side, with some light in his eyes. He asked with a smile, "You, who are you? You are standing here like an idiot. Do you want to drink with me?"    

    

Mr. Fei looked down on this kind of guy who came to the bar to get drunk after being dumped by a woman. If it wasn't for Chu Yang holding Xin'er's hand, he wouldn't have bothered to come over.    

    

Now, after hearing Chu Yang say this, Mr. Fei, who originally wanted to teach this guy a lesson, wasn't angry.    

    

After seeing the stack of money Chu Yang threw at the bar, Mr. Fei didn't get angry. He even immediately changed his mind, thinking that he could use some small tricks. He could earn some money from Chu Yang and spend it on him. Therefore, he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. He signaled Xin'er to bring him a bottle of wine.    

    

Xin'er immediately understood what Mr. Fei was going to do. She looked at Chu Yang worriedly and helplessly handed a bottle of wine to Mr. Fei.    

    

The worry in Xin'er's eyes when she looked at Chu Yang didn't escape Mr. Fei's eyes at all. This made him feel even more unhappy, but on the surface, he said with a smile, "Alright, I'll drink with you."    

    

"OK." Chu Yang nodded and wanted to raise his head to drink, but Mr. Fei grabbed his hand. "Drink slowly, brother. Let's make a bet before drinking."    

    

"Bet? Drinking is drinking. What kind of bullsh * t bet?" Chu Yang asked with some confusion. Then he understood. "Ah, I know. You are watching me drink too much. You want to cheat me of some money to spend? Ha, haha. Go, I'm not in the mood right now. If you want to drink, drink. If you don't want to drink, then get the hell out of here."    

    

Mr. Fei didn't think that Chu Yang would still be so f * cking clear-headed after drinking so much wine.    

    

After his intention to win some money was exposed, Mr. Fei couldn't help but become angry from embarrassment. His old face did not turn red, but it turned green. He reached out and grabbed Chu Yang's collar. His eyes were as wide as two eggs. "Fuck, I'm talking to you nicely. You're getting excited. Apologize and clean up, right? I think you're asking for a forfeit. "    

    

" That makes sense. I do have this bad habit. " Chu Yang stared at Mr. Fei and answered seriously.    

    

"F * ck, you really are a b * tch. Then let me cure this bad habit of yours!" Seeing Chu Yang's fearless face, Mr. Fei's heart was burning with anger. Without any hesitation, he jumped into the air. He raised the wine bottle and smashed it at Chu Yang's head.    

    

Idiot, you are going to be in trouble. The man in white leaning against the windowsill sneered in his heart when he saw that someone wanted to use the bottle to blow Chu Yang's head off.    

    

The man in white was the former international Assassin King, Night Owlet and Shaang Lige.    

    

Shaang Lige, who had been following Chu Yang tonight, knew that Chu Yang had only drunk a few bottles of wine. Even if he had tied up all his limbs, Mr. Fei was still a lowly hooligan. It would not be much easier to smash Mr. Fei's head with a bottle of wine.    

    

However, just as the sneer on Shaang Lige's lips surfaced, a scene that made her feel incredulous appeared.    

    

The wine bottle that Mr. Fei dropped landed solidly on Chu Yang's head.    

    

Bang!    

    

The bottle didn't land on the ground, but exploded on someone's head, causing all the sounds in the bar to stop.    

    

A thick killing intent surfaced in Shaang Lige's eyes. Just as she was about to walk over, she stopped in her tracks.    

    

She knew that Chu Yang was not the kind of person who would allow others to bully him. He definitely had a reason for doing so.    

    

...    

    

When the bottle came crashing down, Chu Yang didn't even blink. He watched as the bottle shattered on his forehead.    

    

The cold wine flowed down his forehead to his eyes and then to his mouth. He reached out and wiped it casually, as if he was washing his face. He then grabbed Mr. Fei's back and wiped it on his face.    

    

Mr. Fei had been in society for five or six years. Because of his' profession ', He had experienced a lot of things like blowing someone's head off with a bottle of wine. He had never met someone as fierce as Chu Yang. He was still so calm even after his head had been blown up. This made him feel weak in his heart. He could not help but take a step back.    

    

How could he deal with today's matter? After Mr. Fei took a step back, he quickly calculated in his heart: Apologize? Or should he beat him up?    

    

People who often worked in society would have bright eyes (eyes). They knew who they could mess with and who they should worship as their ancestors.    

    

Mr. Fei was even more intelligent. When he saw that Chu Yang still acted as if nothing had happened after getting hit by a bottle, He immediately knew that Chu Yang was not someone a hoodlum like him could mess with. Therefore, he never thought that he could solve this matter with the help of the more people on his side.    

    

Just as Mr. Fei's face turned green and white as he was thinking about how to settle this matter in front of him, Chu Yang shook his head indifferently. He looked at him and asked in a very calm voice, "Do you have cigarettes?"    

    

When he had just gone to the Luck Coming Gate, his cigarettes had been touched by Little coquettish.    

    

Mr. Fei opened his mouth but did not say anything. He quickly took out a box of Chunghwa cigarettes and handed it over along with the lighter. Although he was so shocked that he could not speak, he still respectfully took out the cigarette.