Chapter 552

Late at night, the bar is brightly lit and ambiguous.

An Zirui sits on the bar alone. His strong body just sits where he goes. One leg is on the edge of the high stool, and the other leg is slender and falls to the ground at will.

The whole person looks a little cold in abstinence. The breath around him is so cold that he can't catch up with such a beautiful man.

It's a little boring. At first glance, he's just an infatuated person who comes to get drunk. It's probably sad.

But there was no lack of brave people. Several beauties in suspenders and small leather skirts whispered and discussed with each other.

"Sister lily, go. She'd better see it."

Then, one of the beauties with narrow waist and long legs approached an Zirui with her white legs, and her eyebrows and eyes were wearing a coquettish smile.

"Handsome boy, are you free to have a drink?" Her voice was delicate and frivolous.

This kind of woman's purpose is very straightforward. An Zirui is not a fool. Now she won't get drunk.

His cold eyes suddenly opened his eyelids, and the cold in his eyes, the stabbing beauty's heart trembled, fell into the dark abyss with his eyes.

The woman didn't speak for a long time. Her eyes stared at the man in front of her without saying a word.

It seems that staring directly can also suck people into the abdomen.

For a long time, an Zirui said coldly, "sorry, don't talk."

Instead, beautiful women like this. They won't rush to chat with you at the beginning#@$& amp;

She was in a moment of interest and came closer. Holding a wine glass in her hand, she touched it gently at the place where an Zirui had just drunk.

"Since the handsome man is sorry, I'll do it first." The man named 'Lily' looks very confident.

An Zirui sneered and couldn't reach the bottom of his eyes. Gradually, his strange and alienated attitude became more and more obvious.

He raised his hand and looked at the bartender. "Change a cup."

Don't give beauty face at all in front of beauty. What I don't know is that I think it's a straight man of steel& amp; (&

In fact, an Zirui just doesn't want to play this ambiguous and rotten adult game.

Lily's face stiffened for a moment, looked away quietly, turned and motioned to the sisters.

In front of this man, no play.

An Zirui was a little anxious when he saw that his side was clean.

He took out his cell phone, clicked on the first number and dialed out, "why haven't you come yet?"

"The meal has just ended. I brought you something fresh." Hearing the speech, an Zirui was a little relieved.

I didn't eat anything at night. I just drank. I felt a little burning in my stomach.

"Then hurry up."

With that, an Zirui resolutely hung up the phone.

The bartender also brought a new cup and refilled an Zirui with a glass of wine. "Sir, your friend's will help you wake up first?"

"OK." After that, he thought it was inappropriate and thought, "forget it, I'd better wait first."

The bartender turned and went on with his work.

Drunkenness is the most disturbing. An Zirui's mind is full of Du xiatong's cold and arrogant face.

After a while, Fu xishen came in from the door. In his suit, he also carried a delicate lunch box, which seemed to have no sense of conflict.

He looked up and faintly looked around, and saw an Zirui sitting at the bar drinking alone.

"What about a person's self intoxication?" He gently stretched out his hand and tamped an Zirui's arm. His voice was cold and full of a bit of metaphor.

An Zirui looked up at him, sat up straight and took the meal brought by Fu xishen.

When I opened the lunch box, the smell of rice came to my face, with a bit of nice and attractive aroma.

He took a deep sniff and smiled, "thanks."

Later, Fu xishen asked the bartender for a bottle of foreign wine to open and drink with an Zirui.

"Why are you in a bad mood?"

In the afternoon, an Zirui suddenly called him and said he was in a bad mood and wanted to find someone to have a drink.

Fu xishen told Zhao Qiqing about it at that time. Zhao Qiqing said: go and see if my brother's emotional history has been frustrated.

Now, seeing an Zirui's haunted appearance, it is clear at a glance that this man has been hit by love.

"Didn't you talk to Du xiatong today?"

Fu xishen gently shook his glass and stared at an Zirui with a proud and cold face.

He shook his head and nodded.

"Why?"

Why? An Zirui thought about this problem all afternoon and didn't understand it.

As the alcohol began to rise, his mood became lower and lower.

Fu xishen saw that he didn't say anything for the time being, and he didn't take the initiative to ask. He took out his mobile phone and replied with Zhao Qiqing.

"I proposed to her today, but she didn't agree."

Fu xishen: "

If I remember correctly, when he sent Du xiatong back in the afternoon, he didn't prepare anything in his hand.

Dry firewood and fire, do the right thing?

"Don't you?"

An Zirui understood what he said for a second and stared at him with his side eyes speechless.

"Just refuse me, refuse you understand? I said you would marry me? She said you go, I don't need it!"

Fu xishen chuckled and looked at an Zirui. Helplessly, he wished he could come forward and give him a hammer in the head.

"Without rings, flowers and careful planning, you just go for nothing? Which girl is willing to go with you? Those who are willing to go with you are also interested in your money."

He was helpless about an Zirui's brain circuit. Unexpectedly, he had worked in the position of police for so long, but he was timid in the face of these children and women.

This is an Zirui's straight male cancer style.

After listening to Fu xishen's guidance, an Zirui blinked a dark light in his eyes, widened his eyes in disbelief, and stared at Fu xishen in a daze.

Fu Xi sighed deeply and decided to talk about this truth with his brother-in-law.

"Whether a woman is getting married or having children, she is only for one person, even once in her life. Especially for first marriage and love, she needs a sense of ceremony."

"Then I'll buy her a bag, a famous brand lipstick and a diamond ring?" An Zirui is like a lengtouqing, saying that wind is rain.

Fu xishen almost took a mouthful of old blood and sprayed it on an Zirui's face, staring at him coldly.

The sound in the bar is restless, and there is jazz backing, which makes it particularly irritable.

Fu Xi frowned deeply and looked at an Zirui. "Let's go. Let's change places?"

An Zirui nodded and drank a little alcohol. He felt that his head was sober a lot.

Out of the bar, Fu xishen and an Zirui lit a cigarette respectively, stood in the street and looked at the bustling street.

"When I'm finished, don't go to bed tomorrow morning and forget it when you wake up." Fu xishen glanced at an Zirui deeply.

It looks sober at the moment.