Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

It looks like a shabby alley bar from the outside, but the inside is unique.

The dark decoration style reveals a clear taste of money. The clothes and clothes of the twisting crowd on the dance floor are all expensive, either rich or expensive. Even the clothes and fabrics of the waiters shuttling through the crowd are not ordinary people. It's affordable, and although there are many people inside, it doesn't seem noisy, and the voices are deliberately lowered when communicating with each other.

This is the legendary high-quality bar, right?
It's been a long time since I've been in or out of such an occasion, seeing the eyes of the people next to me being attracted, Fang Jianning seemed a little at a loss, and looking at An Ting in front of her, with her head held high and her chest held high, she was obviously a regular visitor here.

An Ting took Fang Jianning to sit down in a relatively secluded booth, then waved to the waiter, "Bring up all my wine storage!"

After a while, the table was filled with rows of wine bottles of different shapes and colors.

After a cursory glance, they were all the most difficult to buy on the market, Fang Jianning looked at An Ting in surprise: "Mr. An, are these all your wine storage?"

"En!" An Ting nodded.

"They're all expensive!"

The total price of these wines can buy more than a dozen houses in the most prosperous place in this city!
An Ting was sobering up with the waiter in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on Fang Jianning, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth: "Miss Fang knows a lot about wine, why don't you drink?"

"Uh……"

Fang Jianning blushed slightly, but didn't hide it anymore, looked directly into the other person's eyes, and asked meaningfully, "Mr. An...seems to know me very well, how do you know I can drink? "

"I guessed it!" An Ting continued to move his hands, and smiled slightly: "Oh, it turns out that Miss Fang really knows how to drink!"

Fang Jianning stared at the other party's face closely, trying to find out the truth of these words from the changes in his facial expressions, but the other party Shi Shiran raised his eyes to look at her, smiled lightly, and lowered his eyes to continue the movement of his hands. With a frank appearance, she couldn't catch the slightest trace of camouflage.

Maybe...it's just a coincidence, I'm thinking too much.

In fact, Fang Jianning not only knows how to drink, but is also very good at drinking. Not getting drunk after a thousand drinks is also an essential skill for a killer.

However, from the moment she decided to be an ordinary person, she stopped touching her.

"Come on!" An Ting handed over a wine bottle: "This is beer, appetizer!"

"Mr. An, drink it, I won't drink it!" Fang Jianning moved back and didn't answer.

"When you're in a bad mood, you need an outlet!" An Ting stuffed the bottle into Fang Jianning's palm without saying a word, then picked up a bottle himself, and lightly touched the bottle in Fang Jianning's hand, There was a "bang", crisp and loud.

An Ting proudly shook the wine bottle in his hand at Fang Jianning: "You can tell, this is good wine!" After finishing speaking, he raised his head and took a big sip by himself, then shook it at Fang Jianning again Wine bottle, "Drink, you're welcome!"

"Teacher An, I..."

"Hey!" Fang Jianning was interrupted by the other party raising his hand as soon as he opened his mouth. An Ting looked around, and then whispered into Fang Jianning's ear: "Miss Fang, it's better not to call me teacher all the time, after all... ...The teacher should be Guang Weizheng's stalwart image, not a drunkard!"

Although these words sounded humorous, Fang Jianning couldn't quite laugh.

"Listen to me, don't take everything on your mind!" An Ting put the distance between the two of them back together, and patted Fang Jianning on the shoulder: "It's going to hurt!"

Fang Jianning stared at a table of wine, the recent events were jumping in her mind one after another, all kinds of emotions flooded her heart, she suddenly felt oppressed and uncomfortable, she gritted her teeth, raised her neck and closed her eyes, and directly put The wine poured into his mouth.

As expected of a world-class beer, the palatability is very good. The rich aroma of fermented wheat fills the mouth and nose, making people feel refreshed and can't help drinking a few more sips.

An Ting quietly watched Fang Jianning's heroic gesture of drinking, his eyes flickered.

Bao Siheng, who was driving on the way home, suddenly heard the notification sound, glanced sideways, and was suddenly taken aback when he retracted his gaze, then shifted his gaze to the car projection screen again, and frowned instantly.

It was an anonymous email with only one photo in its content.

In the bar surrounded by lights, a man and a woman sat opposite each other, holding the wine bottle high.

A layer of icy mist instantly covered his handsome face, and after he braked, Bao Siheng slammed the steering wheel and galloped in the opposite direction.

After several glasses of wine in a row, Fang Jianning's vision already had a double image, how could this be?She's obviously a good drinker, isn't she?Fang Jianning lowered his head to take a closer look, only to realize that at some point, the beer had already been replaced with spirits. He looked up suspiciously, but saw An Ting looking at her with a smile on his face.

"An... Teacher An..." Fang Jianning opened his mouth, only to realize that his tongue was not under control anymore, it seemed that he was really a little drunk!

"Hmm, didn't you promise not to call me teacher, why did you forget?"

"Uh...well, Mr. An...Mr. An..."

"I don't like the name Mr. An!" An Ting shook his head seriously: "It's too old-fashioned!"

"Then..." Fang Jianning meditated for a while, under the influence of alcohol, her mind was a little bit overwhelmed, she showed a confused expression, and she was a little distressed: "What should I call you?"

"An Ting, you can call me by my name directly!" An Ting lowered his eyes, leaned over and put an arm on his knee, propped his head, and looked at her quietly: "I'm older than you, or, you can also Call me... Brother An!"

Although he was a little drunk, Fang Jianning's consciousness was quite clear. After all, he was Sirui Siyao's teacher, so it would be impolite to call him by his name. He called out in a low voice: "An...Brother An..."

Unexpectedly, she would call that directly, An Ting was stunned for a moment, his smile froze on his face, he stared blankly at Fang Jianning, his thoughts seemed to be drawn away to another place in an instant, the bottom of his eyes was elusive s color.

"What... what's wrong?" Fang Jianning was also stunned.

"It's nothing!" An Ting's expression quickly returned to normal, he smiled at her relaxedly, and filled her wine glass again: "How is it, Jian Ning, does it feel good to drink?"

Fang Jianning smiled wryly, picked up the wine glass and drank it down again, the stimulation of the strong wine made her feel like a fire was on fire from her throat to her stomach, but this feeling was so familiar, it instantly aroused the memory of the wine that had been paralyzed by alcohol before. The reckless days, people can't stop.

After drinking three more cups in a row, Fang Jianing felt his breathing became a little short, and the surface of his skin turned pink, but his body became inexplicably very light, just like the God of Ascension in the ancient puppet TV series. Like a fairy, the whole person fell lightly into the sky and stepped on the clouds.

"Hehe..." Fang Jianning couldn't help laughing, her eyes were blurred, she held the empty wine glass and murmured to herself while shaking it: "Wine... is really a good thing..."

"Do you feel happier?"

"Ok!"

"If you're happy, drink more!" An Ting filled Fang Jianning's glass again with a smile on his lips.