Chapter 33

When she's rarely drunk with beer, just spit more. The look in the private room is different, and the voice of discussion is gradually rising. Gu Hansheng seems to have never heard of it. The person who organized the Bureau quickly asked someone to take the wine. Four dozen beers, neat, on the table. They are all rich men and women mixed in the upper class, with the word "dislike" written on their faces more or less. But Liang Shu bent the corner of his mouth, lifted his hair back and showed a more beautiful and clear face. He swept the crowd around and said with a smile, "then I'm not polite." Gu Hansheng's legs overlapped, but he didn't look at her. His handsome face was full of liaolai. She blew five bottles almost without a break. Finally, he threw the cap on the short table and said coldly, "half a million." Other people at the scene didn't understand. A woman twisted her eyebrows and whispered, "I don't understand. What kind of game is Mr. Gu playing with her?"“ Who knows, just be careful. " Liang Shu raised her hand to wipe off the wine stains on her mouth. In the twinkling multicolor light, she could still see her iron wrists, as if she had been tortured. She drank two more bottles in a row. The private room was once very quiet, and all eyes were on her. Some men even poured all kinds of foreign wine into each other's glasses, such as dry red, Hennessy, brandy... And looked at her with great interest. If it was Gu Hansheng, he would not let her do it. So at the moment, we all don't take it seriously. These people usually have all kinds of fun. Naturally, this kind of scene is rare. She continued to drink the third bottle, the bottle cap in her hand clutching the palm, very painful, but no pain in her heart. Liang Shu didn't know how the tears came down. After such a long time, the string in his body seemed to break suddenly. The collapse of an adult takes only a moment. She didn't dare to drop anything. She put the remaining half bottle of wine on the lower table and threw the cap on the table. She whispered, "200000." I can't drink any more. My stomach is swollen. She looked down at her waist wrapped in a tight dress. She was still thin and flat. When was she so thin? Mingming's stomach is about to burst, but still no one can see it, including herself. Gu Hansheng half closed his eyes and looked at her from the second time she threw the bottle cap on the short table. He could see the chapped expression on her face clearly. Even though there were some waves in her heart, it was still covered by his flawless expression. All the way out of the private room, Liang Shu went to the bathroom. Nausea and nausea wrapped around her, she held the toilet, let tears wanton. How can anyone live such a failure? It seems that there is no meaning in this world. Gu Hansheng is right. She is the one who lives in the darkest corner of Yucheng, so there is no need to guard some things. She stretched out her hand to buckle her throat until at the end of the vomit, there was only sour water left, and there was nothing to vomit. Reopening the door of the private room, the colorful strobe light made her dizzy even more. Gu Hansheng is drinking with others. From the corner of his eye, he sees her coming towards him and stops his hand. Liang Shu was so out of place that she could still laugh, "Mr. Gu, does counting bottle caps count?"“ Of course. " He didn't seem to have any pity. He just looked at her When Liang Shu got into the taxi, a collection message came out of his mobile phone. Her account is half a million. I got rid of the 1.5 million and made 500000.