Shi Yan was still worried, "You just said it hurt, where did it hurt?"
"My eyes hurt." Song Jing squinted, "Do you still want to eat? If not, I will go back."
As Song Jing spoke, she stood up seriously and shook her body violently. Shi Yan immediately stepped forward to grab her arm and support her.
Shi Yan was now certain that Song Jing was indeed drunk.
"Do you still want to eat?" Song Jing looked at him with squinted eyes. His words sounded quite clear, but his pronunciation showed his laziness after drinking.
"Eat, do it well." Shi Yan looked helpless, but he also breathed a sigh of relief. He helped Song Jing sit back in the chair, put all the other wine away from him, and drank more than half of the can of beer at Song Jing's side.
He also took it away and put it at hand, "When you eat, just concentrate on eating and don't drink."
"I just drank a little of your wine. You're stingy. I'll pay you back twice as much tomorrow." Song Jing glanced at his mouth, picked up the pig's trotters and started eating.
The skin of the roasted pig's trotters is charred and crispy, and the meat inside is soft and waxy, with the cumin flavor of the barbecue, and it tastes very good.
The delicious food soothed people's hearts. Song Jing finally narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Shi Yan also smiled, "Are you so happy eating meat?"
"It's impossible for people like you who can't even take two bites to experience this kind of satisfaction." Song Jing snorted.
The smile in Shi Yan's eyes grew stronger, and she actually showed a coquettish look when she was drunk, which she had never noticed before.
She pouted, it was so cute that Shi Yan's heart melted.
Shi Yan teased Song Jing with a smile, "Then why are you still so thin after eating so much meat? All that meat went into the puppy's belly?"
"I just don't have the physique to gain weight. It doesn't matter how much meat I eat."
Song Jing reached out to get the beer, but Shi Yan raised his hand to hold down the beer.
"If other girls heard what you said, they would be jealous to death."
Song Jing frowned, "Let go, I'll take another sip."
"Want to drink?" Shi Yan glanced at the empty beer cans on the table and pondered for a moment whether Song Jing would be able to remember what happened now tomorrow.
It should be broken, right? No matter how good you are at drinking, you should be drunk after drinking like this.
Thinking like this, Shi Yan became bolder and asked again, "Really want to drink?"
Head of Song Dynasty.
It seems that only drunk people, whose brains have been completely paralyzed, can no longer feel physical discomfort and want to continue drinking.
Shi Yan raised two fingers, "What is this?"
Song Jing squinted and raised his hand to grab his, "Don't shake it."
Shi Yan was now sure that Song Jing was really drunk, because his hands didn't move at all.
Shi Yan was completely relieved and held Song Jing's hand with his backhand, "I can give you a drink if you want, but you have to say something nice."
"I'll give you double the amount of wine tomorrow." Song Jing was very generous.
"Haha, that's not it." Shi Yan separated Song Jing's fingers, interlocked with hers, and coaxed her softly, "Brother Yan is the best."
"Brother Yan is the best." Song Jing cooperated very well.
Hello, you big-headed ghost!
Song Jing complained coldly in his heart.
She pretended to be drunk on the face but very sober inside.
She just wanted to see how long this bastard could keep pretending to be a gentleman in front of her.
"I say brother Yan is the most handsome."
"Brother Yan is the most handsome." Song Jing nodded.
This is correct.
So far, Shi Yan is indeed the one with the most outstanding appearance among all the people she has ever met.
It’s just that his character is too unbeatable!
"Telling me that I want to entertain my brother."
The more Shi Yan coaxed him, the more shameless he became. Song Jing pursed his lips and stopped talking.
"Why didn't you do as you were told?"
"Drink a little wine, you are asking for so much." Song Jing sat back angrily, picked up the chicken legs and started to chew.
Shi Yan smiled sullenly, "You really drank enough tonight. You will have a headache when you wake up tomorrow. You can only take one more sip." After all, he still indulged Song Jing. As long as Song Jing wanted, he couldn't refuse.
Song Jing was happy. He took the beer and drank the rest directly. He slapped the empty can on the table and said, "Take a sip."
"..." Shi Yan had no choice but to say, "You are cheating. If you drink like this, one can can be counted as one sip."
"You didn't say how much you drank in one gulp." Song Jing looked a little proud and continued eating meat.
What can Shiyan do?
He never had anything to do with Song Jing, and he couldn't bear to let her go even though he scolded her.
When Shi Yan stood up, Song Jing looked up at him, "What are you going to do?"
"Buy you some hangover medicine, otherwise you will be really uncomfortable tomorrow."
Shi Yan changed his clothes and went out. Zhong Shen and the others were sitting at the door of 702 with stools and were startled when they saw him coming out.
Zhong Shen smiled apologetically, "Shengzi, are you going out?"
"Buy something." Shi Yan pressed the elevator button, "If you are too busy, just fight each other."
"If you want to buy something, just tell me and I'll go buy it."
The elevator came, Shi Yan approached the elevator, "No need."
Zhong Shen stood outside and watched the elevator go down. He walked back with an expression that he understood everything clearly. Others gathered around him again, "Brother Zhong, what are you doing? What is the Holy Son going out for at this time?"
"What else can I do? The things I prepared are not enough, so I will buy more."
"I remember there were three in a box like that, right? Is the Holy Son so mighty?" Others were shocked.
"No, if three were used so quickly, wouldn't the speed of the Holy Son be a little too fast?" Someone said something to wake up the dreamer.
Zhong Shen and others: "..."
"Looking at the Holy Son, he shouldn't look like such a vain person, right?"
"Shut up! Shut up!" Zhong Shen felt that the more he spoke, the more outrageous he became.
The door to 706's room opened, and Song Jing came to the door with a can of beer in one hand. He leaned against the door frame with an indifferent expression, lowered his eyebrows, and looked at Zhong Shen and the others with his eyes lowered.
Several people gathered in the corridor looked at Song Jing with all their eyes. He was well-dressed, his hair was not messed up, and his expression was cold, and it was not like he was in love at all.
"The Holy Son hasn't hit base yet?" someone muttered.
Zhong Shen turned around and kicked the muttering person, and gave Song Jing a smile, "Song Yan, you are still drinking."
"Want to come in and have a drink together?"
"No, no, I'm already drunk. I'm going to bed now. Good night, good night!" Zhong Shen quickly kicked the others and ran back to 702.
Song Jing snorted coldly, glanced in the direction of the elevator, and returned to the room.
She was not drunk with this little wine, she just wanted to see what Shi Yan could say when she was drunk.
Song Jing did not sit back at the table, but went to sit on the sofa. He took off his shoes and nestled into the sofa, feeling very unhappy.
Shi Yan came back very quickly, so he probably asked the front desk of the hotel for the antidote.
Song Jing heard the noise coming in and immediately pretended to be drunk.
She couldn't pretend to be too drunk, otherwise it would be easy for Shi Yan to spot her flaws.
Song Jing was nestled on the sofa and did not look back when he heard the noise.
Shi Yan stepped forward and first touched her forehead, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Song Jing raised his hand and opened his hand, then raised his head to drink.
Shi Yan took the wine away from her hand and said, "Stop drinking."
"Who are you? It's my fault." Song Jing frowned and his face darkened, "Give me the wine."
Shi Yan ignored her and put the wine back on the table. Song Jing stood up barefoot and went to grab it.
All the beer spilled on the ground.
"Song Jing!" Shi Yan's tone increased, and Song Jing paused in grabbing the beer can.
What?
This bastard thing is losing its capacity so quickly?