"Forehead?"

Yang Ruoyan's eyes were originally scanning the people in the bar with her fingers. Suddenly, she heard her arrogant words, turned her head and stared at her tightly, but she agreed that her appearance was definitely comparable to everyone present, but she was comparable to Hu Meng...

Hu Mengke was so guilty that she looked at her, she squinted her eyes and said:

"What? Are you doubting my beauty? Don't forget that I am also the school beauty of Fuqiao College. The most photogenic school beauty after painting the makeup. What are your eyes? Do you despise me?"

"No, no, you're right, but what does this have to do with good medicine?"

Yang Ruoyan let go of Hu Mengke's hand on his shoulder, turned his head and waved to the bartender, asked for another bottle of red wine, poured two glasses, handed her a glass, and drank it all on his own.

She found that Hu Mengke talked to her for a long time, but she didn't say anything.

It’s better to drink to relieve your sorrows. Even if you are worried, you will be even more worried. At least you will be drunk and fall asleep when you go home. When you fall asleep, you will never think of that bastard again, right?

Hu Mengke saw that she was drinking like drinking boiled water, so he quickly grabbed it and reminded him:

"Oh, red wine has a lot of momentum. You don't know how to drink it. If you drink it, you're going to climb home?"

Yang Ruoyan pulled the wine glass back and said disrespectfully:

"It's okay, aren't you there? Let me drink more today. If I'm not drunk, I'm afraid I won't even want to go back home."

I poured myself a glass of fascinating red wine again, raised my head and drank it.

Hu Mengke saw that he couldn't help but stopped him. When he was in a bad mood, he could drink more wine and let her do whatever he wanted.

"Okay, I'll tell you what the medicine is now."

"Yeah, say it, I'll listen."

Yang Ruoyan had lost most of his interest in Hu Mengke's good medicine. For her now, alcohol is the good medicine.

It feels good to be drunk but not drunk. She cannot choose to forget all the memories, and at least she can choose the right to only want beautiful memories. Only when she is drunk and not awake can the beautiful past be staged again.

From their recognition of love, from their love to their breakup, only alcohol can make themselves deceive themselves, and it is just a dream, a prosperous dream that passes through the eyes.

Hu Mengke watched her keep drinking glass by cup, and saw it hurt in her eyes and heart.

"If you want to forget the indecency in your heart, you must open a window to your closed heart, change your heart for a season, and then find a relationship and force it into it to make yourself more relaxed and less heartbreaking."

"Haha, what did you say? I thought it was a solution. After a long time of trouble, it turned out to be this?"

Yang Ruoyan shook her head mockingly, and drank another glass. She immediately drank only 1/3 of the bottle of red wine.

Staring at the self reflected in the wine glass, I couldn't tell whether the red wine reflected her face red, or whether she drank her face red. Her confused eyes passed through the glass, and her face was so resentful.

"Hey, the deeper the love, the more the pain, the more you feel, the vows become the needle in my heart. When did I become a thousand cups without getting drunk? The more I drink, the more I wake up."

She put down the cup in her hand and placed her eyes on the crowd in the bar:

"What I said is simple. Find a man to fill the scars, but there are so many men in the world, just one bar. Where can I find someone I love to stuff it into my heart?" "Uh?"

Yang Ruoyan's eyes were originally scanning the people in the bar with her fingers. Suddenly, she heard her arrogant words, turned her head and stared at her tightly, but she agreed that her appearance was definitely comparable to everyone present, but she was comparable to Hu Meng...

Hu Mengke was so guilty that she looked at her, she squinted her eyes and said:

"What? Are you doubting my beauty? Don't forget that I am also the school beauty of Fuqiao College. The most photogenic school beauty after painting the makeup. What are your eyes? Do you despise me?"

"No, no, you're right, but what does this have to do with good medicine?"

Yang Ruoyan let go of Hu Mengke's hand on his shoulder, turned his head and waved to the bartender, asked for another bottle of red wine, poured two glasses, handed her a glass, and drank it all on his own.

She found that Hu Mengke talked to her for a long time, but she didn't say anything.

It’s better to drink to relieve your sorrows. Even if you are worried, you will be even more worried. At least you will be drunk and fall asleep when you go home. When you fall asleep, you will never think of that bastard again, right?

Hu Mengke saw that she was drinking like drinking boiled water, so he quickly grabbed it and reminded him:

"Oh, red wine has a lot of momentum. You don't know how to drink it. If you drink it, you're going to climb home?"

Yang Ruoyan pulled the wine glass back and said disrespectfully:

"It's okay, aren't you there? Let me drink more today. If I'm not drunk, I'm afraid I won't even want to go back home."

I poured myself a glass of fascinating red wine again, raised my head and drank it.

Hu Mengke saw that he couldn't help but stopped him. When he was in a bad mood, he could drink more wine and let her do whatever he wanted.

"Okay, I'll tell you what the medicine is now."

"Yeah, say it, I'll listen."

Yang Ruoyan had lost most of his interest in Hu Mengke's good medicine. For her now, alcohol is the good medicine.

It feels good to be drunk but not drunk. She cannot choose to forget all the memories, and at least she can choose the right to only want beautiful memories. Only when she is drunk and not awake can the beautiful past be staged again.

From their recognition of love, from their love to their breakup, only alcohol can make themselves deceive themselves, and it is just a dream, a prosperous dream that passes through the eyes.

Hu Mengke watched her keep drinking glass by cup, and saw it hurt in her eyes and heart.

"If you want to forget the indecency in your heart, you must open a window to your closed heart, change your heart for a season, and then find a relationship and force it into it to make yourself more relaxed and less heartbreaking."

"Haha, what did you say? I thought it was a solution. After a long time of trouble, it turned out to be this?"

Yang Ruoyan shook her head mockingly, and drank another glass. She immediately drank only 1/3 of the bottle of red wine.

Staring at the self reflected in the wine glass, I couldn't tell whether the red wine reflected her face red, or whether she drank her face red. Her confused eyes passed through the glass, and her face was so resentful.

"Hey, the deeper the love, the more the pain, the more you feel, the vows become the needle in my heart. When did I become a thousand cups without getting drunk? The more I drink, the more I wake up."

She put down the cup in her hand and placed her eyes on the crowd in the bar:
Chapter completed!