Chapter 17 Chapter 17 "Fuck! Fu Zhouxing, you are cheating...
When Fu Zhouxing dragged Xiao Qingyang into the bathroom, his knuckles turned white from the force he exerted, and he said in a bad tone, "What do you want to do now?"
Xiao Qingyang straightened his clothes, with a look of regret on his face, "Oh, you wrinkled my nice clothes."
When Fu Zhouxing was about to lose his temper, Xiao Qingyang quickly distanced himself from him and said cunningly, "Don't you want to know whether our boss really cares about Lu Hean? And...is Lu Hean really amnesiac?"
The dim and quiet corner contrasts sharply with the bustling crowd not far away.
Fu Zhouxing hid in the dark and looked at Xiao Qingyang silently.
"Be careful."
Xiao Qingyang raised the corner of his mouth, "I understand."
The two returned to the booth, and Xiao Qingyang heated up the atmosphere with just a few words.
The crowd naturally split into two groups. Those who were playing games sat in a circle around the coffee table, while those who were watching the fun lazily leaned on the sofa.
Pei Shuyu, the center of attention, was thrust into the center of the room, a row of crystal wine glasses neatly placed before him. Xiao Qingyang swung the red wine bottle, filling it up one by one. Finally, he placed the empty bottle in the center of the coffee table and tapped it with his fingertips. "You know the rules, right? Whoever the bottle is facing gets to choose Truth or Dare."
Seeing that no one objected, Xiao Qingyang held the bottle and turned his wrist.
The red wine bottle began to spin rapidly, and slowly pointed at Fu Zhouxing under everyone's expectant gaze.
Fu Zhouxing: ...
The people who weren't pointed at jumped up excitedly. Dashan patted Fu Zhouxing on the shoulder to comfort him. Xiao Qingyang was still laughing happily, but when he saw Fu Zhouxing's expression as if he wanted to chop him, he stopped laughing. He secretly gestured to him, indicating that this was really an accident.
The people present cheered, "Truth or Dare!"
Fu Zhouxing decisively chose to tell the truth.
Xiao Qingyang randomly drew a card from the truth card deck and slowly revealed it in a mysterious manner. Everyone held their breath. Even Fu Zhouxing, who was usually calm, was a little nervous. He clenched his left hand at his side and shook the wine glass in his right hand.
Damn it, he really didn't trust Xiao Qingyang.
If Xiao Qingyang caused any trouble for him, he swore that Xiao Qingyang would never see his treasures again.
The atmosphere gradually became tense. Xiao Qingyang pretended to be mysterious and gradually revealed the secrets, while also stealing a glance at Fu Zhouxing. He stole a glance himself, then sighed and threw the cards on the table, his face full of disappointment.
He drew a very ordinary truth card.
When the others saw this, they all exclaimed "huh!", and Pei Shuyu just smiled and said nothing.
Fu Zhouxing put down his wine glass, slowly took the card, and read out the contents. "What kind of food do you hate?" Under Xiao Qingyang's annoyed gaze, he mercilessly mocked, "You're lucky."
"Dessert."
The game continues, whether it was intentional or accidental, I don't know.
The wine bottle turned to Fu Zhouxing again.
Xiao Qingyang had no self-awareness at all and urged Fu Zhouxing to choose truth or dare.
Fu Zhouxing said with a half-smile, "It's the truth."
Xiao Qingyang hurriedly drew a card, took a look at it, and threw it on the coffee table and shouted, "Haha! What's the most embarrassing thing you have ever done!"
"Oh wow! This is fine!"
"Qingyang! Is your luck not bad anymore?"
"That's it!" Xiao Qingyang was very proud.
Fu Zhouxing's eyes were dark. He lowered his head and said "tsk", then picked up the bottle of wine beside him and drank it in one gulp.
"Hey hey hey! Let's drink, let's drink!"
"Brother, I understand you! Everyone has little secrets that can't be told. I understand, I understand!"
What a pity! It’s so rare to draw an interesting one, but I haven’t gotten anything out of him yet.
Xiao Qingyang shrugged and was about to continue spinning the bottle, but Fu Zhouxing held his hand. Fu Zhouxing raised his head and looked at Xiao Qingyang, "Wait, what's the point of playing like this?"
"So how do you want to play?"
Pei Shuyu was already holding his forehead with his hand, wanting to go home very much.
Fu Zhouxing asked the waiter to hand over a deck of cards.
Xiao Qingyang didn't understand, "Are you going to play cards?"
Fu Zhouxing ignored him, shuffled the cards several times, and then introduced the rules of the game to everyone present.
"Everyone draws playing cards. The one who draws the King becomes the King, and the rest of the players become commoners, which are numbers 2 to K. The person who draws the King can designate two players at random, such as "Number 3 and Number 5", to complete the task. The designated players must carry out the task immediately. If they refuse, they will drink."
"Do you understand everything?"
Pei Shuyu nodded, understanding what he had heard. He then glanced around, and saw that everyone else seemed excited, so they all probably understood. When his gaze shifted to Xiao Qingyang's face, Pei Shuyu was a little puzzled. Why did Xiao Qingyang look as if he didn't understand?
The game begins.
Fu Zhouxing was in charge of dealing the cards, and everyone leaned back to carefully examine what they had drawn. Pei Shuyu didn't rush to flip the cards; he was watching the expressions of the others as they looked at the cards.
There are dull ones, exciting ones, and ones that are sure to win.
Everyone unveiled the cards together, and the king of the first round was Fu Zhouxing.
Pei Shuyu probably understood why Xiao Qingyang had that expression.
"Number 1 carries Number 7 on his back and does 50 push-ups." Fu Zhouxing announced calmly.
Xiao Qingyang glanced at his cards, took a deep breath, and stood up with a forced smile, "Who's number 7?"
The man with glasses who had been sitting next to Fu Zhouxing and remained silent raised his hand. "It's me."
"Just know you have it? That's fine, come on, come on." Xiao Qingyang rolled up his sleeves and lay down, "You don't look heavy."
Fang Zhiyou looked around hesitantly, and there was a burst of jeers from the surroundings. He slowly sat on Xiao Qingyang's back, "Can you do it?"
Xiao Qingyang has been exercising all year round, so he was unhappy when he heard this. He raised one hand to show off his muscles, and supported himself on the ground with the other hand and replied, "A man can't say no!" This made the others laugh.
Fu Zhouxing sat calmly, raised his chin slightly, and said, "Let's get started."
The others helped him count, and Pei Shuyu quietly moved to Fu Zhouxing's side, "Is there something wrong with you two today?"
"Really? We've always been like this." Fu Zhouxing supported his chin and stared at Xiao Qingyang intently, as if he was afraid that he would miss one.
Pei Shuyu felt relieved. It looked like he wouldn't have anything to do tonight. Great! He should find a way to slip away, or set an alarm saying the faucet at home was not turned off and he needed to go back and take care of it urgently.
He thought so and sat there. Just as he was about to touch the cell phone in his trouser pocket, he heard a "Huh?" next to him.
Pei Shuyu turned around and looked at Fu Zhouxing.
"You won't get a call right away saying that something in your house is not turned off, right?" Fu Zhouxing said this in a casual and meaningful tone.
Accurately step on the landmine.
Pei Shuyu seemed to be caught off guard by this question. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you talking about? I just took out my phone to check the time."
"Oh~" Fu Zhouxing dragged out the last word. "No need to look, I tell you, it's only seven or eight o'clock in the evening."
Seeing that he deserved a beating, Pei Shuyu gave up and simply became a wooden man, joining the others in counting for Xiao Qingyang.
“48! 49! 50! Good!”
Xiao Qingyang stood up easily, dusted off his leather jacket, and said nonchalantly, "Humph, just 50 push-ups! No big deal! Come on! Keep going!"
This time he didn't dare let Fu Zhouxing deal the cards. He looked around and picked someone at random, "You deal the cards, you do it." The man looked confused, but still did it.
After all the playing cards were dealt, Pei Shuyu first took in the expressions of the people around him.
In the second round, the king card was in Fu Zhouxing's hand again.
Pei Shuyu looked at Xiao Qingyang meaningfully and observed three seconds of silence for him.
Fu Zhouxing played with a deck of cards between his fingers, leaning on the sofa with one hand, looking down on the world. Everyone lowered their heads when he glanced at them. After observing them, Fu Zhouxing opened his thin lips and said, "Number 3, carry number 5 on your back and do 50 push-ups."
Pei Shuyu looked at him strangely. Come again?
Others also couldn't understand what was going on.
It wasn't until Xiao Qingyang stood up with a twitching mouth that everyone's attention was drawn to him. The poker card in his hand showed 3.
Xiao Qingyang was also puzzled. Why was he the one again? Fu Zhouxing had just shuffled and dealt the cards himself. Drawing the King, including asking him to do the punishment, could have been cheating. Why was Fu Zhouxing still the King now? And he was the one doing push-ups again!
But, just 50 push-ups.
Xiao Qingyang rolled up his sleeves again and did another 50 push-ups while carrying No. 5 on his back.
After returning to his seat, he was already a little out of breath. Xiao Qingyang took a sip of wine and said, "Come on!"
Unfortunately, the third round was still won by King Fu Zhouxing.
The requirement is still 50 push-ups, and Xiao Qingyang carries the others on his back.
Xiao Qingyang's face turned completely green now. He pointed at Fu Zhouxing and roared, "Fuck! Fu Zhouxing, are you cheating?!"
Fu Zhouxing responded with an innocent smile, which was as innocent as it could be. That smile made Xiao Qingyang feel a chill on the back of his neck.
Xiao Qingyang thought he was unlucky.
A minute later, Xiao Qingyang got up again.
He wouldn't trust anyone this time. He handed the cards to Pei Shuyu, and they shook hands. Xiao Qingyang had a fearless expression on his face, "Boss! It's up to you!"
“Pah.”
Before Pei Shuyu could say anything, he heard the sound of a wine glass shattering from the seat next to him. Xiao Qingyang instantly let go of his hand and looked in the direction of the sound. The waiter arrived first, smiling professionally, "Sorry, Mr. Lu. I'll replace it for you."
"It turns out it was just a broken cup. Let's move on."
Pei Shuyu took a deep breath and dealt the cards to everyone present in order.
Everyone else had looked at their cards one after another, but Xiao Qingyang didn't dare to take a card. He looked at the card in Fu Zhouxing's hand, his Adam's apple rolling up and down nervously.
Fu Zhouxing lifted a corner, took a glance, and took the initiative to say, "I'm not the king, I'm number 6."
Xiao Qingyang completely relaxed and revealed his cards.
Then he exclaimed that he had the king card in his hand!
Good! Finally the peasants are rising up and singing! Finally!
Xiao Qingyang slapped the coffee table and stood up, straightening his back, with the corners of his mouth curled up wildly, "Number 6 and -"
"cough!"
Fu Zhouxing coughed.
This was very deliberate. During the three seconds of looking at Xiao Qingyang, I wonder if some unknown secret was conveyed.
Others hurriedly held on to their small cards, fearing that they would be affected.
Xiao Qingyang's voice changed direction, "Number 9! Kiss for 10 seconds!"
The screams in the venue were much louder than in the previous two rounds. They must have heard it right! No matter who Fu Zhouxing kissed for 10 seconds tonight, Xiao Qingyang would not be able to walk out of the bar alive tonight. This is a true warrior. Several people looked at Xiao Qingyang with admiration and mourned for him in their hearts.
"Qingyang! You can do it! Hahaha!"
"No way! Kiss?! And it has to be you!"
"Where's number 9? Who is it? Come out quickly! Master Fu's first kiss is yours!"
The atmosphere at the scene was instantly pushed to its peak. Someone hugged Xiao Qingyang's neck with a smile and praised him for being playful and playful.
Only Pei Shuyu couldn't laugh. He lowered his eyes and stared at the cards in his hand, raising his eyebrows.
He is number 9.
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Amnesia is real
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