Chapter 1069

song Zhiwen called Yang Guo at more than 7 p.m. and asked him to come out and drink with him! This is really a breakthrough. It is always Yang Guo who talks to song Zhiwen about problems. How can song Zhiwen talk to Yang Guo?

Don't mention whether song Zhiwen will ask others to say this, but he has rarely encountered emotional problems that can let him drown his worries with alcohol! Because in his eyes, emotion was not a problem at all! Except for the time of the little demon

"Millet, you go, don't drink too much wine, pay attention to safety!" Fang Beibei sent Yang Guo out and said with some worry.

"Baba, don't drink. It stinks after drinking!" Qiqi was strongly opposed. She was on the mountain, but she smelled the breath of those uncles after drinking wine, and quickly made Qiqi faint!

"Don't worry, Dad won't drink!" Yang Guo smiled and comforted, "in the past, I mainly talked with him for a while, and then when he was drunk, I sent him back."

After seeing song Zhiwen, he began to drink. This guy, with a box of beer under his feet, had thrown in two empty bottles. In fact, Yang Guo doesn't need to guess, but also knows that it should be Chen Anlan's business.

At the end of the term, Chen Anlan went back to school to handle the graduation procedures, but that time, it was nearly two months, and she didn't come back until last week. Should it be that after Chen Anlan came back, song Zhiwen confessed, and then failed and lost love?

"I know you're not loyal enough to drink with me!" Songzhiwen waved to the boss to send some drinks. He said, "it's all right, I'll drink it myself!" With that, he gulped another half bottle of beer, and then belched loudly.

"Hey, don't hurry to drink!" Yang Guo pressed his bottle and said with a smile, "I'm still confused!"

Song Zhiwen stared at the beer bottle for a while, then shook his head and said, "I'm not happy."

"Why are you unhappy?" YangGuo smelled the taste of the roasted string very fragrant, picked up a string and slowly ate it.

"What do you say?" Song Zhiwen asked, and he began to drink again.

"An LAN?" Yang Guo shook his head and asked.

Song Zhiwen just drank and didn't talk.

"Did you confess your failure? Or did you confess your failure?" Yang Guo smiled and asked, "didn't you say that a big husband has no wife? What is it to confess failure?"

"Ah, I didn't confess at all, okay?" Song Zhiwen glanced at Yang Guo and said roast.

"Then why not? Didn't she just come back?" Yang Guo asked strangely.

Song Zhiwen took a sip of wine and said sullenly, "I'm leaving!" After half a sentence, he threw the empty bottle into the box, picked up another bottle conveniently, and then got up and said, "open the wine for me, and I'll go to the bathroom."

"Hey! What do you mean?" Yang Guo shouted at him gloomily.

When song Zhiwen came back, Yang Guo asked this question again: "what does it mean to leave?"

"What do you mean? Go home!" Song Zhiwen continued to drink.

"Just came back from home, and want to go back?" Yang Guo asked in surprise.

Song Zhiwen didn't speak, but drank sultry wine there. His barbecue was like a whirlwind, and he ate a few strings before chewing slowly.

"The boxing hall has been transferred." After a long time, he said with a very ugly face, "this time, it's estimated that he won't come back again!"

"Ah!" Yang Guo was a little surprised. He couldn't accept this fact, because Chen Anlan hadn't mentioned it to him before.

However, this is also a big deal for Yang Guo himself. The last time Chen Anlan came back for a dinner, he didn't pay attention to Chen Anlan's low mood.

If the boxing hall has been transferred, it may really leave! You know, the boxing hall is the result of her slowly, bit by bit after she came to Yangcheng!

"How could she be willing to transfer the boxing hall?" Yang Guo asked incredulously, "she did so well..."

"Because she did so well, her family let her graduate and go back to participate in the management of the family Taijiquan hall." Song Zhiwen smiled bitterly. He shook his head and filled more than half a bottle of wine.

Yang Guo was silent for a moment and asked, "since you like her, why don't you mention it to her? Maybe if you tell her, she will stay for you!"

Song Zhiwen shook his head and didn't speak. He just kept drinking and eating when he was a little full.

"Lao Guo, you don't understand!" Song Zhiwen belched and said vaguely, "I tell you, we can't be together!"

"Drink less!" Yang Guo began to control song Zhiwen's drinking speed and didn't give him a gulp.

"First of all, he is a person with great ambition! He is bent on achieving great things and carrying forward the martial spirit of Taijiquan." Song Zhiwen laughed and said, "it's right that we like others, but we are not qualified to prevent others from realizing their ideals, right?"

Yang Guo was silent. He didn't know how to answer this question. Maybe she can realize her dream in Yangcheng, but she also knows that Chen Anlan's foundation is in the north and Jincheng.

"Secondly, it's my own reason!" Song Zhiwen continued to take a sip of wine, and then said, "you know, my mother has always wanted me to find girls from Guangdong Province, and it's best to be local."

"It doesn't matter what she thinks, what matters is what you think!" Yang Guo couldn't help saying.

"Yes, what matters is what I think! I hesitate very much myself!" Song Zhiwen patted the table and said, "you said that if I married her, we would still quarrel as often as now. How would we live this day? I have too many ideas that don't coincide with her!"

"How can it be so fast? Try to fall in love first! See if it works. When it does, talk about getting married!" Yang Guo said sadly.

"Falling in love without marriage is all playing hooligans!" Song Zhiwen suddenly stood up and shouted with the strength of the wine, which attracted the diners of the whole stall to look over.

Yang Guo smiled bitterly and pulled him down.

Yang Guo really doesn't know how to roast! That's a good sentence, but it can't be said from someone else's mouth, you prodigal son of love! Who believes it?

However, considering the change of song Zhiwen last year, Yang Guo sighed, patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "this sentence doesn't necessarily mean this, as long as you don't play hooligans with other girls and fall in love well?"

"It's too late to say anything!" Song Zhiwen waved his hand and pushed Yang Guo away. He opened another bottle of wine and continued to drink.

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