Chapter 897

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SPN heroine, heroine, Suk's performance in front of them can't even compare with that of Zhou Fang. Wan Qihong had already learned how to drink when she joined the army, while Li Linglong and Cheng Meili often went out to sing in bars. The longer she sang, the more she drank. [

it's true. When singing, the alcohol in the body seems to evaporate quickly. When singing happily, it's even more joyful. Zhou Fang's silver and clear beer are not high in alcohol, but he also drank six or seven bottles, only Suk.

His face is a little red, and he is a little dazed with the third bottle of beer. The arrangement for this evening is to go back to visit Li Weishuang after dinner and say goodbye to Zhao huidao, because Li Weishuang was sleeping before, while Zhao Hui was calling a video conference outside.

If you don't say hello when you go back to Weihai, it's obviously impolite, but now this situation has disrupted Suk's plan.

McGrady's sound effect is very good, fast-paced tunes, listening in the ear, it's easy to make people feel high, Li Linglong holding a line microphone, standing in front of singing the most dazzling national style of the burning rotten street, playing with the laissez faire. [

and Cheng Meili is pulling Wan Qihong to twist her body in the small dance floor in front of her. Xng is brilliant, bouncing and dancing. Zhou Fang is holding a bottle of silver, sitting next to Suke and embracing Suke's neck boldly.

"Master, how can you drink like a woman?" Zhou Fang didn't think he was drinking clear beer, but as soon as he spoke, a breath of wine came out. His peach blossom eyes were confused. It was obvious that the strength of the wine had begun to rise.

Suk said, like a woman, who can compare with Zhou Fang? This face, this body, in addition to the chest is not very, buttocks are not cocked, she is a beautiful girl.

But if you think about it in your heart, Suk will not really expose it. It's too tasteless. He points to the empty beer bottle on the tea table and says, "look, I've drunk three bottles today. If I drink again, it's time to drink again!"

"What a mess! Look at the three of them. Which one is not the one in a hundred beautiful women? Shifu, which one do you like? I'll go to protect the media for you. Er, by the way, you already have an engagement with the president. If she knows, I'll be miserable! " Zhou Fang obviously drank too much and began to talk.

Zhou Fang shrunk his neck as he spoke. It seems that Wan Qihong's power is very high. Even if the boy drinks too much, he can be scared to death. Subconsciously, he looked at Wan Qihong dancing in front of him. Then he whispered to Suk: "master, our president can't be subdued by ordinary people!"

"But how can I feel that a tiger has become a kitten in front of you! I've never seen her like this before! " It seems that Zhou Fang is still remembering Wan Qihong's various performances before. The more he thinks about it, the more incredible he feels. He tut TUT is surprised. He picks up the beer and gulps it again.

When Suk heard Zhou Fang's words, he remembered the scene when he first saw Wan Qihong. It was when Li Linglong asked Jiang Shijie to fight Yu Xialing at the 13th corner. At that time, Wan Qihong was so overbearing that she forced her to drive with her. She looked like a girl rather than a soldier.

It seems that since that time, when she got along with her, her character has changed, and she has closed up her publicity posture.

"Master, come on, touch it!" Zhou Fang turned his head and began to persuade him to drink again. He took the bottle in front of Suk and handed it to him.

"I'll be really drunk if I drink more!" Sukenai's wry smile, but still took the beer.

"It's impossible. You fight so hard. What's this wine?" Zhou Fang is a pretentious man. Most people don't know how to deal with him at all. When he first met Suk, he also refused to be far away. If Suk hadn't helped him fight, they would not be so familiar now.

To tell you the truth, Suk has few same-sex friends. Wang Xiaogang is one in No.17 middle school, and Zhou Fang is one in Yanjing, because although his character has changed a lot, he is no longer as submissive, introverted and autistic as he was when he was a child, but he is by no means the kind of self-made person, so he cherishes friendship.

"Good!" Suk picked up the bottle, touched it with Zhou Fang, and poured it directly into his throat. Suk drank Budweiser, with a sweet taste and a strong smell of wheat. However, Suk frowned slightly. The wine was intestinal poison, which was very obvious on him.

When the door of the box was opened, a smart waiter came in with a big fruit tray and put it on the coffee table respectfully: "brother, this is the fruit tray we gave you. I wish you a good time!"

The tea table itself is already full of things, such as fruit plates, melon seeds, popcorn, and some fragmentary snacks, all of which were ordered by Li Linglong before. Now the waiter brings another fruit plate, which suddenly makes the table very crowded.

For this kind of fruit plate delivery behavior, every nightclub actually appears. For those who have enough consumption or those VP customers, this little bit of goodwill will make them happy and increase customer viscosity. It can be regarded as a means of operation.

"You go and sing. We'll take a break!" At this time, Li Linglong came over and casually pulled up Suk's arm and pointed to Wan Qihong. The engagement relationship between Wan Qihong and Suk was well known in their circle for a long time. Li Linglong also pulled up Suk with a red face and sweat on her forehead.When Suk saw Li Linglong coming, he had a bad premonition. He was afraid that she would come to fight for her wine. However, when he heard that she was just singing, he was still scared, but it was more comfortable than drinking. [

when Wan Qihong saw Suk coming over, she subconsciously moved to one side. They sat on the sofa and seemed to be silent for a moment. It seemed that the atmosphere was full of sweet ambiguous feelings.

"What do you sing? I'll give you a song! " Wan Qihong also looks like a peach blossom. She says with a smile, picks up the song lighter in front of her and looks at Suk with inquiry.

"Well! You choose! " Suk can't do anything else, but he has a little confidence in singing. After all, before he was 18 years old, he didn't have any friends and didn't want to go out to play on holidays. Listening to music is his only pastime. He can sing well, but most of the songs can be sung, which is for sure.

"Oh?" As soon as Wan Qihong heard Su Ke say that, she was not sure whether to pay attention to it. She was thinking about whether to sing the popular song "because of love". But before she went to choose a song, Li Linglong's voice suddenly came, and some of the tone was wrong.

"President, come quickly!"

Suk also followed the sound and turned to look. Li Linglong took out a small plastic bag in her hand, half the size of a cigarette case. It seemed that there were small pills in it, pink. Zhou Fang and Cheng Meili's faces were dignified.

"What is this?" Suk subconsciously followed Wan Qihong and asked casually.

"It's - it should be methamphetamine!" Although Zhou Fang's face was full of wine, the blurred color in peach blossom's eyes became more sober. He hesitated and said.

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