President Husband, it's too sweet

And the rule of this game is that the weaker the person you choose for the opponent, the better, and the greater your chance of winning.

The weakest one in the whole room was——at this moment, the finger of the young man in black pointed in Wen Yan's direction, "Okay, it's you."

"Me?" Wen Yan saw him pointing at himself.

"Do, what are you doing?" Wen Yan was nervous for no reason, he was only here to sell wine, and now everyone's eyes were on him, staring at him, and he was wearing very revealing clothes.

The man said: "Aren't you a wine seller? If you come to drink, I will buy all your wine."

"Really, really?" If Wen Yan sells out of the wine today, he can get a commission of 3000.

The man asked, "How much can you drink?"

"Half a bottle."

"beer?"

"Well, about beer." Wen Yan actually said too much, afraid that the man would think that he drank too little, Wen Yan has a poor capacity for alcohol, the kind that can be poured in a glass.

The man in black smiled, "Well, yes, it's you."

Another man in orange glared at the man in black, "Damn it, you're really cruel."

He glanced left and right and saw a weak girl, "You, come and drink for him."

"Yes." The girl looked a little weak, and she walked out.

On the table were two stacks of wine glasses, filled with golden liquid.

"Both of you, whoever finishes drinking this first wins."

The man in the orange clothes came up behind Wen Yan, threw a stack of money to Wen Yan, and said fiercely: "Drink the wine for me, drink up, and I want you if you lose." Wen Yan saw the stack of money , very thick, but that pile of wine, but more than a little.

He doesn't drink at all.

The man in black hooked the weak girl's waist, and the weak girl was attached to the man as if she had no bones. The man smiled and said to the man in orange, "Chu Qi, don't struggle, just admit defeat."

"Sir, I, Chu Qi, have never conceded defeat!"

He turned around and said to Wen Yan with a fierce look on his face: "If you don't win today, I will break your leg!"

Wen Yan shivered, a little scared.

Was he involved in something he shouldn't be involved in?

Wen Yan's trembling expression made Chu Qi take another look.

This little white rabbit is trembling, and it's pretty good-looking. He is wearing a bunny girl's clothes, revealing his white upper body, two bright red dogwoods on his chest, and a slender waist. The expression on that little face makes him There was an urge to abuse.

Interest was aroused, and Chu Qi's Adam's apple rolled. Very good, if this little white rabbit loses, a dark color flashed across his eyes.

"let's start."

Wen Yan walked to the table, picked up the wine glass, and when he finished one glass, the weak girl opposite had already finished three glasses.

—After drinking the wine, Wen Yan felt a little dizzy after drinking.

This discerning person looked at Wen Yan as if he would lose.

Wen Yan's drinking capacity, which can only be poured in one cup, is already a little uncomfortable, Chu Qi stared at him fiercely, as if he was about to eat him.

I forced myself to drink three more glasses.

He couldn't hold it any longer and wanted to fall down, but at this moment, a hard body supported him.

"I'll help him drink." The deep voice was full of anger.

- A slender and fair hand took the wine glass in Wen Yan's hand.

When Rong Yang came in, when he saw Wen Yan dressed like this and appeared in such a place, his face was gloomy and terrifying.

Rong Yang's appearance made everyone around him quiet down.

Chu Qi leaned over like a dog, "Brother Yang, let him drink, you don't need to drink."

Rong Yang stared at Chu Qi, his deep eyes were somewhat gloomy.

"I'll drink," but at this moment, Wen Yan calmly grabbed the cup from his hand in a daze, and poured the bitter liquid into his mouth.

As long as he drinks it, he can sell today's wine and get a commission.

Seeing the little white rabbit wearing so little clothes and daring to get drunk in front of so many people, the air pressure in Rong Yang's body was terribly low.

Wen Yan felt a little sick, but he didn't drink much, and he hadn't eaten anything tonight, so he couldn't vomit.

He leaned on the person beside him, and a pleasant breath came from the tip of his nose.

That is, Rong Yang's breath.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand to touch it, and felt a little impossible, how could Rong Yang come here?

He must be drunk.

The eyes of the people around widened when they saw that the new liquor seller dared to touch their boss Rong.

These people all know Rong Yang, and they also know that Rong Yang never likes to be touched by others.

The handsome boy who dared to do this last time was interrupted by Rong Yang without any mercy.

Everyone sneaked another look at Rong Yang's aura, and it was really terribly low.

Rong Yang remembered the last time he sneaked away, and he hadn't settled the matter with the little white rabbit yet.

Rong Yang's face darkened, and he froze.

Wen Yan felt that the pillar he had been relying on was gone, and he fell crookedly.

It happened to be sitting on Rong Yang's lap.

The joyful atmosphere in the private room was gone, everyone dared not speak, and looked at Rong Yang cautiously.

When Wen Yan sat on Rong Yang's lap, the people around were stunned. The boy in the rabbit suit dared to sit on Rong's lap.

Did they know each other?

Wen Yan felt dizzy and had a fever, gently sniffing the pleasant smell wafting from Cong Rongyang's body, which made him feel refreshed.

"What is the smell on you? It smells so good." Wen Yan approached Rong Yang's chin in a low voice, his cheeks were flushed because of drunkenness, his bright red lips touched Rong Yang's neck, his small nose was slender Sniff carefully.

Rong Yang's expression was terribly gloomy, he remained sullen and said nothing, letting Wen Yan sit on him and move.

If he hadn't come over, I don't know how this little white rabbit was eaten by others.

Thinking of this situation, Rong Yang felt that it was necessary to make Wen Yan suffer a little and let him have a better memory.

Chu Qi felt that he seemed to have offended Rong Yang somewhere, looked at Rong Yang with a gloomy face, didn't know what to do, and was worried in his heart.

Could this little boy belong to Rong Yang?

The people around were also staring at Rong Yang and the boy sitting on Rong Yang's lap. The boy's lips were pressed against Rong Yang's neck, but Rong Yang indulged him. Everyone thought in their hearts that Rong Yang likes this type of guy In the future, you can pick a few handsome boys and send them to Rong Yang's side to curry favor with Rong Yang.

Wen Yan's fair little hands paw and pulled Rong Yang's body, leaning his head on Rong Yang's shoulder, he whispered: "Rong Yang, I feel a little uncomfortable."

Rong Yang had a sullen face, it's fine, the little white rabbit still knows who his real master is.

"Brother Yang," Chu Qi was thinking about what to say.

Rong Yang interrupted him, "Give me the hangover medicine."

"Ah? Oh, yes, Brother Yang, I'll give it to you right away!" Chu Qi winked at the scantily clad boy beside him.

After the boy went out to the private room, he came back soon.

The boy carefully handed the hangover medicine to Rong Yang, Rong Yang parted Wen Yan's lips, and fed the medicine into it.

"Ahem." The hangover medicine smelled so strong that Wen Yan choked on it.

Wen Yan's small face was flushed red from choking, Rong Yang's face was sullen, seeing Wen Yan choking and coughing, he couldn't help frowning.

"Brother Yang, you need to drink some water." Chu Qi observed Rong Yang's face, and carefully handed over a glass of water.

Rong Yang took the water and fed it to Wen Yan's mouth. Wen Yan coughed and couldn't drink the water at all.

Rong Yang took a sip, mouth to mouth, and blocked Wen Yan's mouth.

Wen Yan only felt the burning in his mouth, and his whole body was hot, but in the next second, a gentle touch was attached to his lips, and the slightly cool liquid relieved the burning feeling in his mouth, making him want to More.

The eyes of the people around widened, what is the origin of this boy.

Rong Yang, who was cold and not close to any women or men, actually kissed this boy.

Rong Yang finally let go of Wen Yan when Wen Yan was out of breath.

Wen Yan lost his support, and rested his head on Rong Yang's chest.

After breathing slowly for a while, Wen Yan finally felt his head clear up.

He raised his head slightly and saw a beautiful chin with very beautiful lines.

"Rong, Rong Yang?" Wen Yan was surprised, he thought he saw Rong Yang after drinking too much, but he didn't expect it was Rong Yang.

Why is he here?

"Are you awake?" Rong Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone was frighteningly cold.

Wen Yan looked around clearly, only then realized that he was sitting on Rong Yang's lap.

It seems that he and Rong Yang kissed just now. Thinking of this, Wen Yan blushed instantly and bowed his head slightly.

Wen Yan was about to get up calmly from Rong Yang's body, but Rong Yang restrained Wen Yan's waist and did not let Wen Yan move.

"Rong Yang, what, what are you doing?" Wen Yan noticed that everyone around him was looking at them. He was dressed like this and hooked up on Rong Yang's legs. This posture seemed to have an indescribable "Are you shy?" Wen Yan heard Rong Yang's voice was a little low.

Wen Yan looked up, only to realize that Rong Yang's face was very serious.

Looking at the particularly gloomy expression on that pretty face, Wen Yan was a little scared, Rong Yang was always gentle before, even when he was doing it, he was gentle and took good care of him.

But now, Rong Yang's expression made him feel a little strange.

Wen Yan said softly: "Let go of me, Rong Yang."

Seeing the fearful expression in the little white rabbit's dark eyes, Rong Yang softened his heart a little, but immediately, Rong Yang thought that Wen Yan was so unbecoming that he dared to come to such a place.

If he wasn't here, wouldn't this little white rabbit be eaten and wiped clean?

Thinking of this possibility, the instant breath in Rong Yang's body became terrifying again.

Wen Yan was a little scared, but Rong Yang grabbed his waist and pressed him on his thigh.

The slender white hands grasped the slender waist, but the strength was not small.

"Rong Yang, it hurts a bit." Wen Yan was in pain. He didn't know why Rong Yang suddenly became so scary, but his hands were like iron, with terrifying strength, scratching the tender white skin on his waist. up.

I still know it hurts, which is fine.