Chapter 534

I was so scared that I thought I hit someone.

But I'm very slow!

I was just about to get off when I pushed the door. An old lady knocked on my window and told me, "girl, don't get off. You're a drunk! Maybe it's porcelain bumping. "

I'm still thinking about who she is, and the drunk has rushed to me, pulling up the curtain with one hand and pinching my neck with the other.

But the window curtain had been opened by me, and a huge oil painting of a woman appeared in front of me. I was a little familiar with the woman in the portrait.

Just opened, I heard his voice roaring behind me: "don't move!"

I was very curious. Seeing that the drunk was drinking, I went over and gently lifted the curtain.

I saw a pair of curtains on one wall of the living room. According to the principle, this wall should have no windows. What's behind the curtains?

He said he had a wife just now, so he must love his wife very much.

The decoration here is very feminine. It doesn't match the drunk.

I went around the living room and sipped the wine.

I've always been very alert, but I'm not very alert to this bearded drunk.

I can't do anything, I can only drink with him in silence.

He looks very sad. He must have a story, and it's a very sad story.

The man drank wine quietly and did not speak, so he poured it into his mouth.

But drunk people will wake up, so there will be people who drink too much. When they wake up, they will drink again, and when they are drunk, they will go to sleep.

Maybe it's the side effect of short-term amnesia caused by drinking, which will make people forget a lot of troubles in real life.

I took a sip of the wine. It's really bad. I don't know why people like it so much.

He drinks like boiled water. Even if he drinks so much water, he will die.

He suddenly laughed and ignored me. He picked up the bottle and filled his glass, then poured it into his mouth.

I raised my glass: "no matter what sad things you have, drinking can't solve any problems. Drinking can hurt your health!"

I was startled, but he was the biggest drunk, so I changed a chair.

"Your chair belongs to my wife."

Well, I put the glass in my hand back and replaced it. I poured half a glass for myself. Just as I was about to sit down, he said.

"Ah." I looked down and there was no difference between the two glasses.

I took the glass to him and was about to pour it when he suddenly said, "that glass belongs to my wife."

I went to his kitchen and found two wine glasses. The best crystal glasses are very beautiful and clean. Either the drunkard's life is taken care of, or he loves to be clean and doesn't forget to clean up when he's drunk.

In fact, I'm a little nosy. I don't know him. What does it matter to me whether he drinks or dies?

He didn't persuade me either. He threw away my hand and then poured it into his mouth. I pressed his hand hastily: "OK, OK, I'll drink with you, I'll drink with you."

I looked at him and said, "I'm not very good at drinking. I'll take one."

"Bring me a cup."

I rushed to grab it: "Hey, big brother, if you drink like this, you will drink yourself to death soon."

This flower appeared more and more frequently in my field of vision. I was just absorbed in it when I heard a bang. Looking back, the drunkard opened another bottle of wine, and didn't even pour the glass directly into his mouth.

Smelling the fragrance of flowers, I noticed that there was a big bunch of flowers on the table, which was a big hold of bright thousand day red.

I followed him in. I thought the drunkard's house must be in a terrible mess, but to my surprise, the house was large, clean and fragrant with flowers.

I was still looking at the yard, and the man had already pushed the door in. The door seemed to be unlocked. It was so willful that he didn't even lock the door.

It can be seen that the original green plants are very elegant, but now they are withered and dead.

He shakes my hand and staggers inside. It seems that there is not even a gardener in such a big yard. The garden is basically deserted.

I helped him out when the car was coming.

I drove the car in, but I didn't think about the danger. I didn't feel afraid of the wine smelling man around me.

I drove the car to Haiyuan mountain and reached the gate of an independent manor. I don't know which remote control he pressed and the gate opened automatically.

Well, I'll take him there.

I was stunned for a moment. Haiyuan mountain is one of the richest areas in the world. Only the richest people can live there.

He picked up the wine bottle in his hand and poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth: "Haiyuan mountain."

I thought, "if you are not injured, I will send you back. Where do you live?"

His hand holding the bottle is long and white. He should be from a rich family, but why is he so drunk?I don't know the value of the shoes and shirts made by hand.

He looks very drunk, but he speaks clearly.

"I don't go to the hospital, I go home."

I pulled him up from the ground and helped him into my car. As soon as I started the car, he suddenly spoke.

"What's the matter with you?" He did not speak to me to anxious: "or I'd better take you to the hospital!"

"Is there anything wrong with you?" I can see from his thick beard and hair that his facial features are still pretty. He doesn't feel like a tramp.

He was staring at me, at least for dozens of seconds.

He looked at me from his eyes hidden in his hair, and I felt his body tremble suddenly.

He finally raised his head, ears of messy long hair, hair on the forehead all covered his eyes.

"Sir." I gently pushed him: "is there anything wrong with you? If anything happens, we'll go to the hospital. "

I would have thought he was drunk if I hadn't seen his shoulders twitch slightly.

He fell to the ground, still clinging to the bottle, motionless.

After thinking about it, I got out of the car and squatted in front of the man: "how are you, sir?"

I don't think it's porcelain bumpers. Porcelain bumpers usually don't drink so much wine. What if one accidentally bumps himself to death?

I leaned out of the window and looked out. There was a man who fell in front of my car. He had a ragged beard and couldn't tell how old he was. I could smell the smell of wine in the car.

Is that right?

Suddenly, I remembered who I and his hair were.

Her name is Gu Yu. Sang Qi once took me to her cemetery.

I was choked by him and squeezed a sentence from my throat: "is Gu Yu your wife?"