He is more fickle than Fengyue

High-strength alcohol, as soon as it enters the throat, it burns like a fire.

Bo Yan was choked to the point of tears, but she still didn't care about it, as if she was drinking water, she bit the bullet and poured it into her stomach.

But after all, what she drank was not water, and soon the thin smoke was on her head. After drinking a bottle of wine, she threw away the bottle, and the whole world seemed to be spinning, spinning, even if she was sitting on the carpet, her body was already shaking. .

Her vision was blurred, and she could no longer see Lu Beichen clearly. He seemed to have turned into an illusory figure, and the people around her were so illusory that they didn't seem to exist in reality.

But Bo Yan knew that Lu Beichen was there, she stared stubbornly, stubbornly refusing to admit defeat, reached out to pick up another bottle of wine, and gritted her teeth to unscrew it.

"Thin smoke..."

After all, someone couldn't stand it anymore, and kindly persuaded her, "Otherwise, you'd better give in."

"Drink any more and you'll die."

Bo Yan didn't answer, and raised the wine bottle again.

The throat kept rolling, and the liquid was like sulfuric acid, trying to scald holes in her throat and turn her internal organs into blood.

The eardrums were making sharp noises, countless steel needles were piercing her head, and a huge hammer was hanging above her head. With each blow, her head was smashed to a bloody mess.

Song Qianqian looked at this scene, feeling unsure how happy she was.

"Drink quickly, drink quickly, it's better to drink to death here, then Brother Beichen will be mine alone."

She stared fixedly at Bo Yan, her beautiful eyes were full of poison, she was thinking silently in her heart, hoping that Bo Yan would die soon, she didn't notice at all, the anger in the man's eyes was brewing like a storm.

"Bo Yan, you want to die that much?"

When Bo Yan heard this, it was no different from listening to a joke.

In the last half bottle of wine, Boyan drank extremely hard, her body was already at its limit, and she couldn't bear such abuse.

Lu Beichen was furious, got up suddenly, and kicked the table in front of him, "Fuck—"

Countless wine bottles rolled down and smashed to the ground. Lu Beichen stepped on the crumbs and strode over, took the wine bottle from Bo Yan's hand, and smashed it against the wall.

In the next second, the body dragging thin smoke, as if dragging a dead dog, dragged her into the bathroom, kicked the door shut, and instantly cut off from the outside world.

"Qianqian!" Wang Shiqi realized something.

Song Qianqian stared at the closed door, her hands clenched into fists by her side, her eyes became more and more vicious, thin smoke! !

A whole catty and a half of strong wine, Bo Yan was so drunk that she couldn't see anything clearly, only knowing that her world was twisted into a ball, and the light and shadow were broken and shaking.

All she knew was that something was inserted into her throat, and she was pulling hard.

It's disgusting, she can't take it.

The unstoppable cramps in her stomach made her want to throw up.

As soon as this idea was born, her head was pushed against the toilet, "Ugh—"

Bo Yan had no appetite at night, and hadn't eaten anything. Before coming to this box, he had already vomited once, and vomited out all the things he could vomit.

At this moment, there was nothing in the stomach, only the wine and bile that I drank before, and after I vomited, there was no bile. I just retched blindly, and the stomach wall was so painful that it would wear through at any time.

"Spit up a little more."

The hand was still moving down her throat, making her vomit. She felt pain and nausea, bitter and astringent. Under the influence of alcohol, she wailed bitterly, almost crying out all her sadness and grievances at that moment.

"Why are you crying?"

"You still have the face to cry, and it's over if you just say sorry, who told you to be brave?"

It was obviously painful enough, but he was yelled at viciously, like Bo Yan tearing out his heart and lungs, crying so hard that he had almost no energy left.

"Stop crying, spit a little more."

"Have you heard that, thin smoke, just spit out a little more."

Bo Yan cried and shouted, "I can't spit it out, I really can't spit it out, it's all gone."

As soon as the words fell, Bo Yan was roughly picked up from the ground and pressed into the washstand.

Lu Beichen squeezed her mouth open and poured water from the tap into Bo Yan's mouth.

The cold water was poured into Bo Yan's belly, so cold that Bo Yan couldn't stop twitching and shivering, "I'm so cold."

Her face was soaked, her hair and body were wet, she cried and begged, "No more, I'm so cold, woo woo..."

But no matter how much she cried, no matter how much she begged, the other party turned a deaf ear to her. After drinking the thin cigarette, he dragged her to the toilet, induced her to vomit, and then poured water again, just like this over and over again, back and forth.

Bo Yan was tortured, crying and talking nonsense, until she had no more strength, and fell into Lu Beichen's arms, with tears on her face, and murmured, "Ah Chen..."

The soft voice seemed to have magical powers, instantly calming down all of Lu Beichen's restlessness and uneasiness.

Let his heart soften down.

"It's okay, let's go home..."

Reaching out to hug her horizontally, Lu Beichen led her out of the bathroom in the box.

"Brother Beichen!" Seeing Lu Beichen walking out with Bo Yan in his arms, Song Qianqian was so jealous that he rushed up immediately and grabbed Lu Beichen's sleeve.

I thought that if Bo Yan didn't die, he would lose half his life. Lu Beichen would only hate Bo Yan even more, but he didn't expect that Bo Yan's attitude of seeing death as home made Lu Beichen's heart soften?

The development of the matter was quite different from what he had imagined, how could Song Qianqian bear that she fell short?

Lu Beichen turned his head and said indifferently, "What's wrong?"

She asked softly, "Where are you taking my sister?"

While speaking, he deliberately reached out and touched his face, so calmly reminding Lu Beichen that he had been beaten by Bo Yan earlier, reminding Lu Beichen how 'vicious' Bo Yan is.

Lu Beichen's eyes darkened, most of the previous softness towards Bo Yan had dissipated, "Qianqian, go back and apply some medicine, the swelling will subside soon."

"Yixuan, take Miss Song back."

Xiao Yixuan said respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Lu."

Lu Beichen didn't say any more nonsense, and left with Boyan in his arms.

Song Qianqian subconsciously wanted to catch up, "Brother Beichen, don't leave Qianqian behind..."

However, he was blocked by Xiao Yixuan, "Miss Song, Boss Lu asked me to take you home."

Song Qianqian stomped her feet in anger, her teeth almost gnawed.

The development of this matter was not at all what Wang Shiqi and Zhang Kelan expected. In their impression, how could Lu Beichen leave Song Qianqian behind and leave with Boyan in his arms?

I don't know why I went crazy today, "Qianqian, what's going on?"

"Didn't you tell us..."

"Okay." There are still Lu Beichen's subordinates here, Song Qianqian was afraid that what the two of them would say would arouse Xiao Yixuan's suspicion, so she couldn't help cutting them off, "I think everyone is tired tonight, let's go away."

"Then let's go first." Witnessing what happened just now made everyone feel like they were sitting on pins and needles. After hearing this, they felt relieved and rushed to run away. Song Qianqian stood in the empty box, teeth itching with anger.

"Please, Ms. Song." Xiao Yixuan made a gesture of invitation, Song Qianqian touched the mobile phone in the bag, and finally smiled, "Mr. Xiao is troublesome."

It's just that when she turned around, that smile was as cold as ice and thin smoke, so don't get too complacent.

Even though the thin smoke was vomited countless times, the alcohol was still not fully diluted, and he was groggy and inarticulate in Lu Beichen's arms.

Originally, Lu Beichen wanted to take Bo Yan back, but seeing that she was not in good condition, he simply took her upstairs.

The thin smoke is very light, a little ridiculously light, and it is almost weightless when held in the hand.

In Lu Beichen's memory, Bo Yan has never been so thin, not even when she was a teenager.

When he threw her on the bed, she was still calling his name, muttering something to himself, and under the light, tears glistened in the corners of her eyes, revealing a sense of innocence.

Bo Yan doesn't like to cry, but Lu Beichen knows it best. They have known each other for so many years, and Bo Yan always smiles brightly in front of him. She has never cried when encountering big things, but recently, she has been crying , especially now, makes people feel very distressed.

He approached her slightly pale lips, trying to hear clearly what she was talking about, but she seemed to have sensed it, and tremblingly opened her eyelids, her eyes were wet, and the eyelashes were stained with moisture, gently shake.

So caught off guard, Lu Beichen's gaze met hers.

"Lu Beichen..."