Shi Yan knew that Song Jing only drank beer and seemed to have a good alcohol capacity, but he didn't expect that he would appear drunk after ten bottles today.
Is it possible that changing the blood would even change the alcohol capacity?
"Song Yan, are you drunk?"
"No." Song Jing sat there without moving, "Bring me another dozen."
"What?"
"Beer!" Song Jing looked at him blankly, "Get another dozen."
"Are you sure you can still drink? I think you are already drunk." Shi Yan persuaded.
Bang!
Song Jing slapped his hand on the table, narrowed his eyes coldly, "Go get it!"
"Okay, okay, don't lose your temper. I'll get it." This was the first time Shi Yan saw Song Jing looking so angry. He felt it was quite refreshing, and with a smile in his eyes, he went to the refrigerator to get a dozen six-packs of beer.
He came over and deliberately teased her, "Want this?"
"Give me."
"Okay, here you go." Shi Yan opened it and deliberately gave only one can.
Song Jing picked up the chopsticks and put them down again with a bang.
Shi Yan chuckled, "What else do you want?"
"Meat!"
"Okay, wait." Shi Yan took out his mobile phone and dialed the number, "Zhong Shen, go get a roasted chicken, four roasted pig's trotters, and fifty skewers of mutton. Be quick!"
"Why do we need to add vegetables? It's all meat." Zhong Shen answered the phone with a puzzled look on his face, "One dry pot with two wontons is not enough for two people?"
"Brother Zhong, what did the Holy Son call you specifically to say?" The person next to him was curious.
"Let me get a roasted chicken, four roasted pig's trotters, and fifty skewers of mutton." Zhong Shen stood up and said, "You guys keep an eye on me and don't cheat."
As Zhong Shen walked out, she called the boss who just left her phone number and asked someone to prepare things in advance.
Song Jing drank two glasses of wine, and finally there was a knock on the door of No. 706.
When Shi Yan opened the door to get something, Zhong Shen kept smiling and glanced into the room.
Shi Yan's figure swayed and blocked his view of the room, "What are you looking at?"
"Um... where is the Holy Son, Song Yan?"
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Shi Yan took a step back and closed the door mercilessly.
Zhong Shen chuckled and sat back in 702. The people next to him immediately gathered around him, "Brother Zhong, how are you?"
"It's not like we haven't seen the Holy Son eating before. Where can we eat so much food? I guess these things are prepared for Song Yan." Zhong Shen's smile became more and more mean, "And the Holy Son opened the door for me just now.
When I got there, I was wearing a bathrobe and my hair was still wet, which meant I had already taken a shower.”
He raised his eyebrows as he spoke, "You know what men and women do when they live together, after taking a shower. Hahaha, I will definitely win your money tonight."
Shi Yan carried a pile of packed food and placed it on the table. He first gave Song Jing two skewers of mutton, and he put on gloves to pick the bones of the pig's trotters.
This kind of roasted pig's trotters is first pressed in a pressure cooker and then roasted, so the bones can be easily removed.
After removing the bones from four roasted pig trotters, the meat was placed in Song Jing's hand.
Song Jing sat at the edge of the table with his back straight, holding a beer can in one hand and a mutton skewer in the other. He lowered his eyes and looked at the pig trotters that had been picked out of the bones. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he felt sour.
It rushed from the tip of the nose to the eye sockets.
Song Jing blinked twice, raised his head and drank most of the remaining beer in one breath, suppressing the tears and sourness.
Shi Yan took advantage of Song Jing to get drunk and was somewhat unscrupulous.
After deboning the pig's trotters, I brought the roasted chicken over and started deboning it.
Song Jing ate one after another, and neither of them spoke.
The atmosphere in the room was so harmonious that it felt like it was back to the time when the two had no conflicts and had the closest relationship.
Song Jing finished the wine on the table again and slammed the empty jar on the table.
Shi Yan raised his eyes and looked at her, "You still drink?"
"take."
Shi Yan frowned but did not move, "What happened to you?"
"None of your business." Song Jing opened his eyelids and glared at him coldly, then stood up and opened the refrigerator.
There was nothing in the refrigerator, just a lot of beer.
Song Jing squeezed the refrigerator door tightly, Shi Yan, what does this mean?
Even if she's not here, is she always ready?
Song Jing picked up a dozen, walked back expressionlessly, sat down and continued eating.
She was about to open a beer, but Shi Yan reached out and held her hand, "If you drink any more, you will feel uncomfortable tomorrow."
"Want to take care of me?" Song Jing's eyes were cold, "Who are you?"
Shi Yan sighed, "Song Yan, you are already drunk."
Song Jing is not drunk, Song Jing has a good drinking capacity!
She just wanted to see what this bastard wanted to do!
Song Jing wanted to tell Shi Yan that she knew everything!
But she didn't dare to say it because she didn't expect that one day she would be afraid.
She was afraid that after telling him, the bastard would change his appearance again and run away to hide somewhere where she couldn't find him.
She can't reach him!
Song Jing raised his hand and waved away Shi Yan's hand, but he really didn't move it away. He leaned back on the chair and looked at the ceiling, with tears flowing out of the corners of his eyes.
Shi Yan panicked and quickly took off his gloves and stepped forward, "Song Yan?"
Song Jing didn't say a word and cried without making a sound. His tears burst out like a dam bursting.
She said that if she wanted to find him, she would never let him die!
But how to prevent him from dying and how to save him?
In fact, Song Jing himself had no confidence at all.
Her heart was in a panic after knowing that Shi Yan had transfused blood for her, but she couldn't show it at all.
If she didn't believe that she could save Shi Yan, then Yan really wouldn't be able to survive.
"Song Yan?" Shi Yan lowered his voice, "What happened to you? Don't scare me like that."
Song Jing turned his head to look at him, tears falling from the corners of his eyes and down the bridge of his nose.
Seeing her like this, Shi Yan's heart clenched and she felt very distressed.
He raised his hand several times to take Song Jing into his arms, but he put it down quietly.
He wasn't sure whether Song Jing was really drunk now, or whether he would remember what happened if he woke up tomorrow.
He didn't dare to gamble.
Song Jing just moved along the back of the chair towards Shi Yan and slid down.
Shi Yan didn't care so much now, he caught her and pulled her into his arms.
"Song Yan?"
His arms no longer had the cold woody fragrance that she was familiar with.
This bastard is so cruel.
Not a single clue was revealed to her, not even the usual incense was used.
Did he really not want to be found by her?
Song Jing gritted his teeth tightly and raised his hand to grab Shi Yan's bathrobe, "I feel pain."
The two words seemed to be crushed into pieces, mixed with blood, and came out from between the teeth, like a whisper.
Shi Yan was shocked, did Song Jing still have any sequelae after the blood transfusion?
"Where does it hurt?" Shi Yan pinched Song Jing's shoulders and pushed her away, squatting down and looking into her eyes, "Tell me, where does it hurt?"
Song Jing stopped talking and pushed him away with such force that he pushed Shi Yan, who was squatting down, to sit on the ground.
Song Jing turned around and opened the beer, took another big gulp, picked up the meat as if it were a feast, and bit into it viciously.
"Stop drinking." Shi Yan was really worried.
"Leave me alone!" Song Jing pointed to the other side of the table, "Sit back to your place and pick the bones. Stop beeping."