The Theory of the Transformation of the Loyal Dog's Soul

The atmosphere in Drunk G is getting more and more lively, and even the center of the hall, which was a little dark before, is dazzled by colorful lights.People who were so drunk stepped forward and started dancing and carnivaling in front of everyone.

The music in the venue became exciting accordingly.

This is the first time Fang Ze has seen such a scene that is commonplace in novels.The whole bar faded away from the quiet and hazy temptation at dusk, and the magic of night made everyone wild and dissolute.

It turns out that there are still many gays in this city, Fang Ze thought.

Seeing this group of people coming out of nowhere, they are the same kind that are rarely seen in a year, but now they are all crowded in front of them.Fang Ze was also a little excited.

The bartender named Abo who picked out a few white hairs went to serve more and more guests after chatting with Fang Ze at first.

Fang Ze huddled in a corner by himself, holding his own wine, watching the excitement unfold before his eyes.

A little excited, a little envious.

All the active people on the dance floor are young and beautiful guys, dressed in fashion, with rich expressions, and their exposed muscles glow with vitality under the lights.

Fang Ze looked a little drunk.

A man sat down next to him and said, "I'll buy you a drink."

The venue was noisy, and Fang Ze couldn't hear clearly for a while, he was not suitable for such an atmosphere.

He didn't think the man was talking to him, so he moved aside wisely.Blocking others is always bad.

But the stranger followed suit, getting closer this time, and Fang Ze felt the alcohol-smelling breath of the other party brush against his ear and neck.

Instinctively shrink back.

"I want to buy you a drink!" This time, the man almost yelled loudly while biting his ear.

"Eh?" In the next second, Fang Ze realized that this is the legendary pickup!It was the first time in his life that the old man was actively hooked up, and he stuttered shamefully: "No, no, I haven't finished my drink yet, this." Foolishly raised the glass in his hand as a signal.

The strange man laughed.

"..." Fang Ze also knew that he had made a mistake. He was not good at this kind of impromptu conversation, especially if the other party was someone he didn't know well.

"I see you've been alone, so I want to buy you a glass of wine." Taking advantage of the surrounding noise, the man approached again, smiled ambiguously in a low voice, and said, "I know all the good things here, so I'll buy you a drink." special!"

At this time, Fang Ze began to look at the man. He had a shirt and trousers, and a face that was not outstanding. Fang Fangzheng was down-to-earth, but his eyes were too intense, and Fang Ze couldn't help but tightened his skin.

It's not hard to guess the other party's purpose, maybe he wants to do something with him... Fang Ze is not a child, and he has a sense of where he is.

The man has already recruited Abo talking to himself: "A cup of ice cream."

Before entering the bar, Fang Ze was a little confused and suffocated.I didn't know what to think, so I entered the drunk G.

If you just want to drink, night beer is everywhere in winter, eating some spicy barbecue, drinking some beer boiled with fermented glutinous rice, there is nothing more refreshing.

But he walked into a gay bar like a dark beast dormant.

In front of him was a glass of white foaming snow-colored liquid.

"Ice cream." The man introduced. Seeing Fang Ze hesitated, he added: "It's a specialty here, and you can't taste it in other places."

"How embarrassing." Fang Ze knew that if he took this glass of wine, it would not be a good day.But...he looked at the man in front of him, thinking that it would not be easy for a man in his early thirties to abstain from sexual intercourse for a few months.

"Try." The man eagerly urged.

Probably infected by the pervasive and lively atmosphere, Fang Ze stared at the snow-colored drink in front of him, and felt that he was thrown back a few years ago, and his mood fluctuated a bit.

He finally picked up the ice cream and took a sip.

As strong as the alcohol is its sweet vanilla flavor, which is a very feminine palate.

Fang Ze didn't like it very much, it was too sweet.But the man kept looking at him, his eyes full of aggressive hospitality, as if putting down the glass by himself was sweeping his face.

Fang Ze was not the kind of person who confronted each other, he struggled a few times, and finally picked up the bottom of the glass and smacked it, and drank half of the glass in one go.

"Oh, you have to take it easy!" The man narrowed his smiling eyes, but stopped Fang Ze with his hand, "Don't drink too fast, you will feel uncomfortable if you drink too much."

Fang Ze suddenly felt that the man in front of him was nice, and his words were very sincere, and he didn't seem to want to kill someone like persuading him to drink like some people.So he also smiled: "Well, I don't know."

The man raised his hand and called for beer again, with a straight face: "Drink something with a low alcohol content, the night will still be long." Fang Ze blushed a little after being teased by his last sentence, and thanked him embarrassingly.

"Why are you polite, my name is Wang Cheng, you can just call me Brother Wang."

Bai Jian was wandering around the neighborhood alone, the cold wind made him shiver, so he couldn't help wrapping his windbreaker tighter and tighter.

After coming out for more than half an hour, it was already past ten o'clock, and the outside of the old district was completely quiet. There were only a few people on the street, and occasionally a dark car drove by.

His complexion was very bad, his brows were frowned, and there was a bit of ruthless gloom in his eyes.Far away, single ladies or women with children, in the shadow of bright or dark street lights in the old district, saw a tall and big man approaching like a ghost, full of evil spirits, and they were all terrified.

Quickly slipping past the man, as if he had the word "bad guy" written on his face.

Bai Jian couldn't find Fang Ze, and only now did he realize how easy it is for a man to get rid of him.

He didn't have any communication tool to contact the other party, and he didn't have the key to open the door of the house.

Yes, Bai Jian has no key.So he left home to look for someone impulsively, but instead locked himself out of the house.If Fang Ze didn't return overnight, the big dog might freeze to death.

"What, you're thirty? Just kidding..." Wang Cheng got closer and closer, his head almost resting on Fang Ze's shoulder.

Fang Ze's back was aching, he was really too nervous.The ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them was so thick that it was impossible to pretend to be stupid.

Actually nothing, nothing!Fang Ze shouted to himself from the bottom of his heart.Watching Wang Cheng's mouth getting closer and closer to him...

"Hehe~" Wang Cheng was excited by the other party's stiff expression, and he liked this kind of stuff the most.Ascetic, shy, can't help being rubbed.

"boom!!"

On a deserted street, under the dim streetlights, a large blue iron bucket was kicked and rolled into the middle of the road.All kinds of rubbish were scattered all over the place.

Bai Jian vented his anger and kicked another big iron trash bin.There was a terrible bang in the dark night.

"Damn it, you know you ran away when you got angry! I don't know if you're home?!" He kicked and chattered "Is it?" He asked the trash can like a man who abandoned his dog. .

It wasn't until the three half-person-high tin buckets fell to the ground overwhelmed that Bai Jian's anger was only half gone.

Seeing the mess all over the floor, Big Dog finally felt a little guilty.Luckily no one was around to see it.

His brows were twisted into twists, and he kicked the innocent big iron bucket a few times in a fit of anger.Bai Jian bent down unwillingly, and picked up the mess all over the floor one by one.

"Ugh!" Seeing that thick mouth full of alcohol was about to bite up, his waist also fell into the opponent's imprisonment.Fang Ze's stomach suddenly rolled, and he retched without noticing for a while.

Wang Cheng: "!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Feeling that his stomach not only didn't calm down, but was overwhelming, Fang Ze quickly pushed the man away, covered his mouth, and waved his hands repeatedly.Then he ran to the bathroom in a hurry.

"Hey!" Wang Cheng was so dumbfounded that the fat in his mouth could fly away like this!

Until Fang Ze's shadow was nowhere to be seen, Wang Cheng slammed the counter angrily.

"Brother Cheng didn't catch anyone." Abo, the bartender from before, came over and teased Wang Cheng with a smile on his face.

"Xiao Bo'er, you can just go to the theater, brother is just a bit unlucky." The man named Wang Cheng doesn't have the upright image in front of Fang Ze before.Stretched his hands and feet carelessly, and smiled wretchedly, "The marinated meat will have to fly back by itself in a while."

Apo twitched the corner of his mouth, took away the empty wine glass, and stopped talking.

Fang Ze managed to find the toilet and vomited in the dark.

Fang Ze has always felt that although his drinking capacity is not good, it is not bad. He didn't drink a few glasses just now, so why did he throw up?

Finally, Fang Ze regained his composure when he was about to vomit out the pill.There was a faint pain in the stomach, and the head was swollen and dizzy.

A gay bar toilet will never be just a toilet.

The two dudes next door were so fierce that they slammed into the partition, accompanied by ups and downs of groans.

Fang Ze, who was much more comfortable, realized this, his face flushed red.If he and the Wang Cheng outside continued, would it be the same situation?

Fang Xiucai began to feel apprehensive in his heart and wanted to run away.

When he went out, Wang Cheng was no longer there.

Fang Ze: "That..."

Abo was wiping the wine glass, and looked up at him, "I don't know, it was still there just now." He poured him a glass of plain water, "It's free, it'll be more comfortable to drink."

"Thank you." Fang Ze felt more and more that the people here were nice.

Apo chuckled out of nowhere, "It looks like you don't come out often, so I'll give you a friendly reminder."

Fang Ze: "?"

"Although the alcohol content of ice cream is not high, it can't be mixed with alcohol, and it will be bad if it is mixed."

Fang Ze: "!"

Apo blinked, walked away and went about his own business.

Fang Ze understood everything at this time, no wonder Wang Cheng invited him to drink ice cream and persuaded him to drink beer.

I was shocked for a while.How dare he wait for the other party to come back, Fang Ze made money and ran out in a hurry.

It's time to go home.

As soon as the cold night wind blew, Fang Ze's dizzy head began to ache, his feet were so weak that he was about to cramp, and he walked forward three steps at a time.

It's still close to home, and it didn't take too much time when I wanted to come here by myself.

Wang Cheng was very upset today, he finally hanged a little sheep, and ran away without a sound.It's getting late at night, and the people in the bar have either left or found a partner.

After spitting bitterly, the man drove to go back.

Individual figures on the lonely street are always conspicuous, and the long shadows are drawn behind, flickering.

Wang Cheng squinted his eyes, and suddenly became excited—isn't that the little sheep of today!

Fang Ze staggered back, the night wind hit his face like a knife.Suddenly, he heard someone calling him.

Turning around, it was Wang Cheng.The man rolled up the window and was waving at him enthusiastically.

Thinking of the bartender Abo's reminder, Fang Ze couldn't help but take a step back, "...well, hello." He heard his own voice.

My head hurts even more.

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