Chapter 311: The younger man is very fierce and crazy (52)
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Xu Ziyan was stunned for two seconds, and his face turned pale instantly.
"Brother Fu...don't be like this."
He chuckled twice, but found that Fu Jinan was serious and obviously angry.
Ultimately, this matter was caused by me, so I admit it.
Xu Ziyan picked up an empty wine bottle on the table, weighed it in his palm, and quickly put it back.
No, no, this is too heavy. If it hits you, you’ll probably lose half your life.
He picked up another one.
Eh? This one seems a little lighter.
Xu Ziyan handed the bottle to Fu Jinan: "Brother Fu, smash it gently."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and moved closer.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fu Jinan raising his hand. Xu Ziyan was so scared that he closed his eyes, waiting for the expected pain.
One second... two seconds... five seconds later, his frown relaxed and he quietly opened his eyes. He saw Fu Jinan had already sat back on the sofa, holding a bottle of strong vodka in his hand, pouring it out glass after glass.
There were quite a few empty wine glasses on the table, all placed there by that kid Chen Qiang.
Damn it.
Xu Ziyan glared at him fiercely, but Chen Qiang pretended not to see it and continued to squat beside Fu Jinan and serve the wine.
"Brother Fu, what does this mean?"
Xu Ziyan already had a bad feeling in his heart.
After pouring the last glass of wine, Fu Jinan lazily opened his eyelids.
"I drank it."
Just two simple words again. Xu Ziyan thought he was hallucinating and asked with some stammering:
"all?"
Fu Jinan raised his eyebrows, a hint of coldness still lingering on his face, and tapped the edge of the wine glass with his cold white fingertips.
"uh-huh."
Ok, I understand.
Xu Ziyan picked up one of the cups, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and drank it down in one gulp.
When the stimulating high-concentration alcohol flowed down his throat and into his stomach, Xu Ziyan only felt a pungent and spicy taste rising up in his nose, and he coughed uncomfortably.
Tears welled up unconsciously from the corners of his eyes. Xu Ziyan sniffed, picked up the second cup and continued to pour it into his stomach.
Chen Qiang squatted beside him, hissed softly, and then frowned.
"It's so miserable."
He whispered, and the next second, a cold gaze fell on his face. Chen Qiang subconsciously looked over and met Fu Jinan's eyes.
Fu Jinan tilted his head and nodded at the table full of drinks.
Chen Qiang immediately understood what he meant, rolled up his sleeves and started drinking with Xu Ziyan.
The high concentration of vodka was certainly not to be underestimated. After only three drinks, Xu Ziyan collapsed on the table like a puddle of mud.
"Brother Fu, I really can't drink any more. I'm going to vomit."
He squinted his eyes and said uncomfortably. The next second, his face changed and he quickly pulled over the trash can beside him.
vomit.
I vomited so much that I felt dizzy.
Fu Jinan didn't let him go and continued pouring wine.
Xu Ziyan had no choice but to hold the trash can and drink while vomiting. In the end, his stomach was empty after vomiting, his eyes rolled back and he passed out.
Fu Jinan frowned in disgust, turned his head to the side, and signaled the other two who were not drunk to take him away to rest.
After drinking only two glasses, Chen Qiang could no longer stand up and fell asleep on the sofa.
Ten minutes later, Fu Jinan was the only one left in the huge booth, and the music around him was still loud, one sound after another.
The surroundings were bustling with activity, but Fu Jinan felt a bit out of place. In the past, he loved hanging out in bars with his friends like Xu Ziyan, thinking that this would allow him to take revenge on Fu Shishan. However, he didn't know that the old man didn't care about that at all.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, Fu Jinan bent over, picked up the remaining bottle of vodka on the table, and drank the whole bottle.
Gurgle gurgle.
He let the wine slide down like drinking water and stain his collar.
Fu Jinan frowned for a moment because he was being forced to drink too much, but quickly relaxed his brows and returned to his expressionless, keep-away look.
His appearance made him a shining delicacy in the bar. Everyone wanted to come up and chat with him and take a bite, but when they saw the table and the empty bottles on the floor, they gave up the idea.
Damn, it turns out he’s a guy who values alcohol over his life.
Fu Jinan was half lying on the dim sofa, ignoring the interested and inquiring glances from the people around him from time to time, and drinking the wine numbly and painfully.
Snap!
The empty wine bottle fell from the palm of his hand to the ground with a crisp sound and shattered into pieces.
Fu Jinan bent down to pick it up, and felt a sharp pain from his fingertips.
The sharp fragments cut his index finger, and scarlet blood instantly gushed out like water.
Looking at the glaring red on his fingertips, Fu Jinan was stunned for two seconds, and then laughed out loud with some sarcasm.
You can even cut yourself when picking up a wine bottle. Fu Jinan, you are really useless.
No wonder she doesn't want to be with you.
Thinking of Chen Yuan, Fu Jinan's eyes became slightly hot and he completely lost his strength.
He slumped down on the sofa, breathing weakly.
The messy black hair drooped down, covering his eyebrows and eyes. The big hand hanging by his side had oozed a lot of blood, which had gathered into a pool.
The waiter noticed the commotion here and wanted to treat Fu Jinan's wound with a medicine box, but he was waved away by him.
He just kept his head down, not blinking, watching the blood and wine mix and stain the ground.
After a while, the blood from his fingertips stopped oozing out, and Fu Jinan took out a photo from his jacket pocket.
The lighting in the bar was too dim, so he squinted his eyes, held the photo up to the light, and stroked the sharp edges.
The edge scratched the wound, and Fu Jinan felt a slight sting, so he stroked it harder.
It seemed that only pain could keep him awake.
Seeing the wound that had finally scabbed over start to bleed again, Fu Jinan curled his lips in satisfaction and smiled sadly.
He is cruel to others and even crueler to himself.
Perhaps the little pervert's only tenderness was given to Chen Yuan.
I gradually lost my heart in the call of "sister".
The blood stained the photo. Fu Jinan suddenly came to his senses and quickly wiped it with his sleeve like a child who had done something wrong.
"sorry.…"
"It's dirty...it's dirty, it's okay, I'll clean it for you."
When the photo was as clean as new, Fu Jinan held it carefully in his arms as if it were a treasure.
In a daze, Chen Qiang opened his eyes.
He saw Fu Jinan leaning on the sofa, curled up, holding something in his arms.
Liquid was sliding down from the scarlet corners of the eyes.
Upon closer inspection, I discovered that what Fu Jinan was holding in his arms was a photo.
Long after, Chen Qiang would still remember this night.
He plucked up the courage to ask Fu Jinan a question.
“Since you miss her so much, why don’t you find a girl similar to her to relieve your loneliness.”
What was his response then.
Fu Jinan said: "If a photo is dirty, you can wipe it. But if I am dirty, I can never wash it clean."
Chen Qiang suddenly realized that Fu Jinan was different from those playboys in Kyoto.
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