Wen Yu said he would come over, but Fu Yuhan's anxious mood to leave subsided a little.

This may be the difference between having an acquaintance and not having an acquaintance.

With a wave of his hand, he paid the bill and pulled the group to the KTV upstairs to open a private room.

Here and the shopping mall outside are like two worlds, the lights become ambiguous and dim. The men and women who just walked into the store were about to move, trying to tear off their disguise during the day and reveal their unwilling souls.

Fu Yuhan was a little uncomfortable. He didn't like this environment very much. After entering the private room, he quickly sat down to the corner of the sofa inside.

"Hey, Xiaohan, don't be so reserved." Rongrong greeted him, "Sit here and everyone chatted together."

Before entering the door, Chengrong was discussing tattoo patterns with Sanmao. Fu Yuhan really didn't know what he could talk about when he sat down.

Maybe it’s because of mood. It’s also KTV. When you come to sing with Yang Fan and the others, the whole environment will not look so unbearable.

"Really, come here and let the fourth brother sit there." said Yongrong, "Let Mai Ba sit next to the singing stand-or do you want to sing?"

Fu Yuhan curled his lips and moved to the edge of Beilin.

Yongrong seemed not very satisfied, but she didn't say anything, so she brought the dice cup. Not long after, the door of the box opened and the waiter pushed two bottles of wine and a row of drinks in.

Fu Yuhan twitched the corner of his mouth: "Didn't he say he didn't order it after finishing drinking it?"

"I didn't order any more," said Yongrong. "Aren't we changing the store?"

“…”

"It's boring to take out all the dice and don't bet on some wine." Yong Rong raised his chin to the waiter, "Current a bottle first."

"Okay sir." The waiter responded.

Ye Ge and Red Bull poured them into the big trunk pot for mixing in proportion, and a bucket of ice was placed on the table, and Fu Yuhan's stomach surging for no reason.

Groom is either a "friend" who insists on drinking despite other people's opposition, or he just wants to mess with others.

And after all, it seems that the easiest thing to be troubled here is Fu Yuhan himself.

No matter which reason it is, Fu Yuhan should turn around and go home now.

But he had been filming for two days and hadn't gotten the money yet.

He took a deep breath and took out his cell phone.

Fu Yuhan: I actually don’t want to ask you for help.

Wen Yu:?

Fu Yuhan: But it’s not convenient for me to go home if I drink too much.

Wen Yu:...

Fu Yuhan: So I remember to collect the body for me later.

He put away his cell phone and raised his eyes: "How do you bet on wine?"

"Hahahahaha... it's refreshing!" Grooming laughed, "Come on, I'll tell you the rules first. It's simple, if you lose, you'll be fined."

"Do as you can." The fourth brother sighed.

"I actually have drunk too much." Sanmao rubbed his belly.

"Don't you lose, don't you have to drink it?" Yongrong said, introducing Fu Yuhan to the game, and the game officially began.

"Brave" is a game of eye-catching eyes. Simply put, everyone shakes the dice, and the result of the shake is called a number.

Starting from three calls, the next person must increase in the number or points compared to the previous person - for example, after "3 3s", it can be called "4 2s" or "3 5s", but it cannot be called "3 2s".

Theoretically, the number can be called unlimited until someone calls it "open". At this time, everyone opens the dice cup to see the result. If the dice number is more than the one above, for example, Beilin shouts "6 4" and the four people have 7 4 points upwards in total, then the previous one who is called "open" loses, otherwise the previous one loses.

The rules are indeed not difficult to understand, but what is difficult to understand is routine.

For example, as soon as he came up, Chengrong shouted "5 3s", Beilin and Sanmao followed and added ones, Fu Yuhan looked at the two 3s in his hand, and chose to add ones with the flow.

However, as soon as the dice cup was opened, Yongrong didn't have a single 3 in his hand. The confident look was just pretending to fool people. Fu Yuhan, who called "8 3s", was forced to drink.

After playing for three rounds, he felt that he had drunk another yellow soup.

Actually, my head was already dizzy, but I could barely with it.

The private room has its own bathroom. Fu Yuhan went to put some water, got a little more energetic, and came back to continue playing.

He learned very quickly, and soon he turned his disadvantages around. He was able to play with three other old players and was unable to drink, and he had no expressions. He looked like he was fine.

Cheng Rong adjusted her sitting posture for a while, and she felt a little itchy.

If he had three points of interest in Fu Yuhan at the beginning, then after answering Wen Yu's call, the three points of interest became seven points.

He was eager to try anything that would make Wen Yu unhappy. Besides, this little guy looks really good and clean.

Chengrong thought about it secretly for a moment and adjusted her strategy.

Before he calmed down and opened the shop, Yongrong was a completely slutty prodigal son. Not to mention anything else, playing dice was a good player. In the past, he would still be able to keep playing with the two men of Beilin Sanmao. Now that he had decided to get Fu Yuhan, he simply let go of the game and played all three people in more than ten laps.

"Brother, take a break." Sanmao waved his hand, looking like he was about to vomit, "I can't do it anymore, I'm really drunk too much."

"I want to go to the toilet..." Beilin stood up swayingly, rolled and crawled into the private room and closed the door.

"It's so terrible." said Yongrong, "Look at Xiao Han, there's nothing wrong with him!"

"...I want to go to the toilet too." Fu Yuhan stood up, "I'll go outside."

He did look like nothing was wrong, and he would not shake his way. In the box, the fourth brother was singing, Sanmao was fighting with eyelids, drowsy, and Yangrong thought about it and stood up: "Wait, I'll go too."

Fu Yuhan froze and had recovered from nature for a moment, and walked out silently.

Some things cannot be rejected when they are not clear, but it does not mean that they have no feelings.

A sense of crisis is an instinctive reaction of a person, and the sting will slowly climb from the bottom of the spine to the back of the head.

He silently said, and Yongrong called him behind his back twice to take care of him, and finally locked himself in the compartment before the other party entered the toilet.

There are missed calls from Wen Yu and a few messages on his phone.

Wen Yu: How much did you drink?

Wen Yu: Hello, reply.

Fu Yuhan leaned against the compartment wall and typed with his eyelids.

Fu Yuhan: Where have you been?

Wen Yu called back with his backhand, and Fu Yuhan quickly cut it off.

Fu Yuhan: It’s not convenient to accept it now, brother.

Fu Yuhan: Is it OK to type? Where have you been?

The reply came very quickly.

Wen Yu: Arrive soon, what's going on with you?

Fu Yuhan: I don’t know?

Fu Yuhan: I was in the toilet, and Yongrong followed me in. I wasn't sure what he wanted to do.

Fu Yuhan: I hide in the compartment.

Fu Yuhan: Tsk, I am a man, why should I hide?

Wen Yu: The man has to hide, but you can’t tell that his sexual orientation is not very straightforward?

Wen Yu: Don’t leave in the station compartment, I’ll arrive soon.

Almost at the same time.

The moment the mobile phone received the news from Wen Yu, the sandalwood-smoked voice sounded in the bathroom.

"Xiao Han?"

"Hmm?" Fu Yuhan responded simply.

"Are you vomiting?" Yongrong seemed to care about him, "Is it uncomfortable? Why did you get in for so long?"

"...Hmm." Fu Yuhan pinched his phone.

The discomfort is real, and it is a little nauseous. There seems to be a vein on the temple, which hurts, but he also knows that he has to hold on anyway.

"Does it matter?" Yongrong followed the sound and seemed to touch the door of the compartment where he was, and softened his voice, "If it's really uncomfortable... I'll take you back first?"

Fu Yuhan frowned, and almost vomited when he opened his mouth. He breathed smoothly and tried to make his voice sound the same as usual: "...No, I'm fine."

"Then I'll wait for you here." said Yongrong, "Come out quickly, we'll go home after a while."

"...Oh, OK." Fu Yuhan pinched his fingertips.

When sitting in the private room, I didn't feel the vague discomfort of entering the toilet became stronger and stronger. Fu Yuhan supported the wall with his hands, making his body that had gradually slid up a little.

...Wen Yu's movements slower may be coming to collect his body.

He thought in a daze.

There seemed to be many more sounds in my mind. Some people were shouting "Xiao Han" in the sound that made people goose bumps, some were urging to drink, and some were screaming. Fu Yuhan even seemed to hear his mother scolding him for not going home so late and actually ran out to drink.

Until the sound of "bang bang" hitting the door came-
To be continued...