After rebirth, I got hypermemory

Yan Xiao watched that person walking towards him from a distance, his eyes brighter than the stars narrowed, and he couldn't see anything else except that person.

He straightened up, clasped his hands on his knees, tightened his fingers, and the phalanges and veins on the back of his hands were obviously protruding.Then he cleared his throat, his Adam's apple slipped nervously on his neck.

The man approached slowly and stood in front of Yan Xiao.

The breath just mentioned in his throat let out again, Yan Xiao's nervously raised shoulders relaxed, and his whole body relaxed, he crossed his legs and leaned back on the sofa.

It's not him, it's just a bit similar.

Yan Xiao lowered his eyelids, grabbed the soda in his hand, and took two gulps. A large puff of gas rushed into his nasal cavity, almost forcing his tears out.

The man in white sat next to Yan Xiao very familiarly, put his hand on his shoulder, "Young Master Yan, have you been waiting for a long time, do you want a drink?"

Yan Xiao smiled softly, "Okay, drink, what do you drink?"

"I'll drink whatever Mr. Yan drinks." The man in white stared at him intently.

"Five dozen shots, tequila, the most potent." Yan Xiaochong said to the bar owner who was still standing next to him.

"Okay, I'll bring it to you right away." The bar owner bowed and walked out.

"Hey, hey——" Yu Mo seemed to be awake, and sat up straight, "Old Liu...why did you...bring...one? That...ours?"

The bar owner stopped and smiled, "Mr. Yu, you and Mr. Dong's people will be here soon. It took a while to put on makeup, so don't worry."

"He wants the princess." Yu Mo pointed at Dong Shanshan.

"It's clear, it's all according to your requirements, and you are satisfied." The bar owner withdrew.

Not long after, Yu Mo and Dong Shanshan's people came over, a strong and mature man, Yu Mo's favorite style.A glamorous beauty who grew up in Dong Shanshan's aesthetics.

Yan Xiao glanced left and right, "Let's change places."

Dong Shanshan put his arms around the beautiful woman, looked at the drunks lying on the sofa, "change, where to change."

"Go and clear the bar, let's go there." Yan Xiao said.

Dong Shanshan pulled a brother over and explained a few words. The brother nodded and went to the bar.

It didn't take long for the bar counter to be cleaned up, and the black marble countertop glowed with metallic light under the illumination of a row of spotlights.

Five dozen shots are neatly placed on the bar, and the amber wine looks like a deep cat's eye in the glass.

It turned out that the people sitting at the bar dispersed, and a few who had a close relationship with Yan Xiao did not leave, but sat on both sides of the bar with high stools.

Fighting wine, there must be some audiences to be lively enough.What's more, it was initiated by Yan Xiao, so it will be even more interesting.

Everyone in the circle knows that Mr. Yan has a lot of alcohol, and he claims that he can't pour a thousand cups, but he doesn't drink often, and he picks people when drinking, so when the big guys usually go out to play together, they rarely see him drinking. The most popular is orange soda.

The tequila on the bar counter is the one with the highest concentration in the store. The 75-degree Sierra Silver is like a knife tip pulled from the throat to the stomach.

Yan Xiao prefers that fierceness.

This time he generously ordered five dozen shots, a total of 60 cups, one for each sip.Such an exciting and fun drinking game has attracted the attention of many people.

It seems that Mr. Yan is in a good mood today. It should be that the bar owner is looking for someone who suits Mr. Yan's appetite.

Among the bystanders, there were a few with sour stomachs, "What, Mr. Yan likes this? If I had known earlier, I would have dressed in an ancient style."

The other came over, "It's not just this, I heard that Mr. Yan likes white ones, very white ones."

"What's the problem with Bai, he got a whitening injection, do you think he didn't get it?" Another man in white raised his orchid and pointed at Yan Xiao's arms.

"He's still tall."

"Heightening insoles."

......

Yan Xiao sat on the high stool in the middle of the bar, one leg was bent and stepped on the cross bar, the other leg was stretched out, long and straight.

The man in white tentatively leaned into Yan Xiao's arms, and sat gently on his lap.

Yan Xiao skillfully hugged him into his arms, and the white-clothed man aggressively raised his arms, hooked Yan Xiao's neck, and kissed him on the cheek, Yan Xiao went on indifferently, tilted his head and rubbed against his shoulder Look at your face.

"Shanzi, let's start." Yan Xiao picked up a glass of wine, turned his head and shouted at Dong Shanshan.

"Come on," Dong Shanshan put his arms around the beautiful woman, and sat on another high stool, approaching Yan Xiao, "Yu Mo has already collapsed, and someone helped him up to the second floor."

Yan Xiao laughed, "He did it on purpose."

"No." Dong Shanshan also laughed, and raised a glass of wine after laughing, "Is anyone else coming? Let's go together."

"I'll come." A deep male voice came from the corner.

Yan Xiao half turned around, followed the voice to look over, raised his eyebrows, and lifted his chin.

A man in a dark blue slim-fit suit walked towards him, with a strong figure and a manly look.

"Brother Zhao." Dong Shanshan greeted first.

Zhao Dong first nodded at Dong Shanshan, "Hello."

Then he came between Yan Xiao and Dong Shanshan, put one hand in his trouser pocket, leaned against the bar, looked at Yan Xiao and smiled, "The arm injury is healed?"

"Okay." Yan Xiao put his arms around the waist of the man in white, and asked Zhao Dong casually, "Is there no trouble over there?"

Zhao Dong's gaze followed Yan Xiao's hand, and the smile on his face froze for a moment, "No, it's quite quiet."

"That's good." Yan Xiao said, "Let's start, Mr. Zhao. How do you drink it?"

"It's up to you, the guest is up to the host, I'll listen to you." Zhao Dong said.

"It's just the three of us, 20 each, whoever drinks first will pay the bill." Yan Xiao knocked the wine glass in his hand on the bar counter.

"Okay." Zhao Dong nodded.

The three men competed, and more and more people watched, and the booing became louder and louder.

Dong Shanshan drank the fastest and was the first to pour, lying on the bar counter like soft noodles.The glamorous girl stepped on her high-heeled shoes, and went to the side to find two waiters, and together they lifted Dong Shanshan onto the sofa.

Now that the wine is drunk, no one cares about who pays the bill, whoever pays, no matter how big the bill is, paying the bill is never a problem in the eyes of this group of people.

The two of them took a sip of a glass, drinking faster and faster, purely for winning.

Yan Xiao's series of movements flowed smoothly, the man in white handed the wine, he took it and held it, raised his slender neck, put his well-shaped lips around the mouth of the cup, rolled his sharp Adam's apple... the amber wine flowed down his throat Going down, burning all the way, and then pursing his lips, there was a light sound between his lips and teeth, he turned his head to look at Zhao Dong, and finally put the wine glass upside down on the table, not a drop left.

More and more empty wine glasses were turned upside down on the bar, and Zhao Dong's speed slowed down.

Yan Xiao's 20 had already been drunk, and the crowd burst into cheers of "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhssYan Xiao couldn't be more familiar with the body expression of the man in white, so he changed his position and asked, "Do you want to drink?"

The man in white put his head on Yan Xiao's shoulder tenderly, "You've finished drinking, what should I drink?"

"The degree is high, I'll call you Margaret." Yan Xiao approached and said.

"But I want to drink what Mr. Yan has drunk." The man in white patted Yan Xiao's shoulder.

The corner of Yan Xiao's mouth twitched, "Okay." He reached out to take a glass of wine from Zhao Dong, and handed it to the man in white.

There was still half of Zhao Dong in front of him. He had just turned an empty wine glass upside down, and was holding another glass in his hand. When he saw Yan Xiao's hand stretched out, he looked over, his face completely expressionless.

The man in white took the wine glass, "Master Yan, feed me."

Yan Xiao smiled, and took the wine glass again, and put the mouth of the glass on the lips of the man in white, "Drink."

The man in white grabbed Yan Xiao's hand and moved away, "Young Master Yan feeds others with his mouth."

Yan Xiao smiled, "No way." He simply raised his head, drank the wine himself, and put the wine glass upside down on the bar counter with a "clang".

"Eh?" The man in white hurriedly found the steps for himself, "If it's not good, I still have to drink. You can feed Mr. Yan as you like." After speaking, he stretched out his hand in front of Zhao Dong, ready to take another cup.

Zhao Dong pulled the white-clothed man's handcuff aside, "This is my wine."

The white-clothed man stood there for a while, unable to get off the stage.

"Borrow a glass." Yan Xiao didn't care about Zhao Dong at all, reached out to pick up a glass of wine, and fed it to the mouth of the man in white.

The white-clothed man learned his lesson now, and quickly opened his mouth to swallow the wine, tears streaming down from the alcohol stabbing.

"Do you want more?" Yan Xiao didn't care about his red eyes, he just thought it was fun, so he asked him with a smile.

The man in white looked up at Yan Xiao, then sneaked a glance at Zhao Dong, whether to want it or not, that was a question, and he closed his mouth hesitantly.

"Have another drink?" Yan Xiao didn't care.

The man in white bit his lower lip, glanced at Zhao Dong from the corner of his eye, and nodded with determination.

Yan Xiao reached out for the wine again, but Zhao Dong pinned his wrist, "Take my wine, I haven't agreed yet."

"You can't finish drinking anyway." Yan Xiao smiled.

"You can drink it," Zhao Dong said, "He can't, you can order two more glasses for him."

Mr. Yan frowned, shook Zhao Dong's hand on the table with a flick of his wrist, squeezed a glass of wine, and handed it to the man in white.

Zhao Dong stared at the man in white, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The man in white opened his mouth with difficulty...

It is true that he is snuggling in Yan Xiao's arms right now, but he also knows what role he is, a plaything for the entertainment of those rich second generations.At this time, Yan Xiao hugged him, fed him drinks, and treated him well, it was definitely on a whim, this kind of kindness is like a child's kindness to his toys, he can only protect him for a few hours, turn around and immediately Throw it aside as you don't know each other.

He was afraid of offending Zhao Dong, he couldn't offend anyone in the venue today, and he would have a hard time in the future if he offended anyone.

He can only rely on Yan Xiao, maybe, probably, it is possible that Yan Xiao can protect him.

Today's Yan Xiao is very gentle and considerate, not only flattering the man in white, but also giving birth to some thoughts that he shouldn't have.

Maybe he can follow Yan Xiao and live a normal life.In the eyes of the man in white, being fostered is considered the best normal life.

Talking about a real relationship, being with someone for the rest of his life, these are things that he can't even think about. People like him are quite self-aware, and they don't deserve to think about these things.

I don't know if it's the effect of alcohol, or the confusion in Yan Xiao's embrace, but the man in white is so whimsical at this moment, so whimsical to the point of ridiculous.

In their circle, Yan Xiao's name is like a thunderbolt. Apart from his extremely high-quality appearance, he is also notoriously unpredictable.When you go crazy, no one can hold back, and it only takes a minute or two to cool down. One minute you can feel like a spring breeze, and the next minute you can turn your face and deny anyone.

It is said that he has never had his mouth touched, nor has he ever slept with anyone.

It was simply a big anecdote in the circle, which led to another kind of strange gossip, could Yan Xiao not do it?

This word also reached his own ears, he didn't bother to pay attention to it, he didn't need to tell outsiders whether he could do it or not, he wasn't too idle.

Yan Xiao raised his hand, and was about to feed the man in white a drink. Zhao Dong reached out and slapped the wine glass off. The wine glass fell to the ground and shattered, and the broken glass splashed. The crowd took a step back and fell silent for an instant.

The rapid drumbeat of the band on the stage covered everything around the bar.

Yan Xiao hugged the man in white tightly, turned his head and smiled, "Brother Zhao, you are going too far."

Zhao Dong didn't answer, he raised his chin at the man in white, and said in an orderly tone, "Go over there first and have a seat."

The white-clothed man shrank his neck, got off Yan Xiao's body, and was about to leave, but Yan Xiao hugged him back, "Zhao Dong, who the hell are you? What right do you have to point fingers at me?"

After speaking, he turned the head of the man in white, "You listen to him? You go and follow him."

"No, no, Mr. Yan, I'm not..." The man in white quickly figured out the pros and cons, stroked Yan Xiao's chest, and helped him calm down, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I was wrong, I was wrong I'm afraid that you two will have a conflict..."

"Tch," Yan Xiao sneered, and raised his leg, "Sit down." The man in white supported his arm and sat back.

Zhao Dong raised his head and drank three glasses of wine, his eyes were bloodshot, "Yan Xiao, I was impulsive about what happened just now, I'm sorry."

Yan Xiao looked at him, cocked his mouth, "It's okay, it's the same for men who drink too much." After speaking, he asked the waiter for two glasses of water, pushed one to Zhao Dong, and took a sip of the other.

Zhao Dong picked up the water glass, took a deep breath, calmed down, pointed at the man in white, and asked Yan Xiao, "Do you like this?"

"It's okay." Yan Xiao looked down at the person in his arms.

He recalled the first time he saw the man in white, far away, Yan Xiao really thought they had found Rong Yu for him.

The excitement that stopped his heartbeat at that moment made him clearly feel the surprise he had never had before.

But that surprise was fleeting, replaced by an inescapable loss.

He was willing to be gentle with the man in white, with some inexplicable gratitude.In any case, the throbbing at that moment was real, he could deceive himself by drinking poison to quench his thirst.

"You won't talk to him, will you?" Zhao Dong asked.He doesn't look down on people like the man in white at all, they can only be hidden in a corner, a group of people who will never be on the stage.

If Zhao Dong lost to the man in white, he would really lose face at all.

He was not sure about Yan Xiao, he had worked so hard to pursue him for a year, and Yan Xiao had clearly rejected him for a year, but he just didn't believe in that evil, there are still people in this world that Zhao Dong can't catch up with?impossible.

Zhao Dong was quite unwilling to ask this question, but there was no other way, he still wanted to ask.Didn't I say that whoever gets tempted first loses, and he has already lost.

Yan Xiao's words were not pleasant to his ears, "Does this have anything to do with you?"

"It's really nothing to do with me." Zhao Dong took a glass of wine and drank it up. "I'm just curious and want to ask."

Yan Xiao narrowed his eyes and looked at him, paused for a while, let go of the man in white, and pulled the stool closer to Zhao Dong, "Brother Zhao, let me tell you the truth."

"Okay." Zhao Dong looked at him and smiled.

"I have someone in my heart." Yan Xiao said.

Zhao Dong lowered his eyelids, rubbed his fingers against the empty wine glass, sighed lowly, and raised his face to smile at Yan Xiao, "Isn't it him? Then who is it? Who is so lucky? Do I know him?"

"You don't know." Yan Xiao said.

"How long has it been?" Zhao Dong asked.

"It's been a long time, several years." Yan Xiao replied.

"Then why aren't we together?" Zhao Dong asked.

Yan Xiao pursed his lips, tapped his fingers lightly and rhythmically on the table, he couldn't tell Zhao Dong that he hadn't found him yet.

"It's fine if you don't want to talk about it." Zhao Dong smiled, "If you don't talk about me, you still have a chance... Even if you talk about it, I still have a chance."

"Why do you have to waste this time?" Yan Xiao smiled.

Zhao Dong shrugged his shoulders, "Time is something that is just wasted sometimes."

A conflict did not break out, Zhao Dong had finished his drink, the crowd dispersed, and the bar seemed empty.