"Forehead?"

Yang Ruoyan's eyes were originally scanning the people in the bar following her fingers, but when he suddenly heard her shameless words, he turned his head and stared at her closely, agreeing that his beauty was definitely comparable to

Everyone present, but not comparable to Hu Meng...

Hu Mengke felt guilty when she saw him, he looked at her with squinted 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 putting on makeup. What is your look like? Do you despise me?"

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

Yang Ruoyan let go of Hu Mengke's hand on her shoulder, turned around and waved to the bartender, asked for another bottle of red wine, poured two glasses, handed her one, and drank it by herself.

All.

She discovered that Hu Mengke had been chatting with her for a long time without telling her why.

It's better to drink to relieve your worries. Even if your worries are worse, at least you can get drunk and go home and fall asleep. When you fall asleep, you won't think of that bastard again, right?

Hu Meng could see that she was drinking just like boiled water, so he quickly grabbed her and reminded her:

"Oh, red wine has a lot of stamina. You don't know how to drink in the first place. Are you going to crawl home after drinking it again?"

Yang Ruoyan pulled the wine glass back and said nonchalantly:

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

He poured himself a glass of seductive red wine again, raised his head and drank it.

Hu Meng obviously couldn't help but didn't stop her anymore. When she was in a bad mood, it was up to her to drink more.

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

"Well, tell me, I'll listen."

Yang Ruoyan drank one cup after another, having lost most of her interest in Hu Mengke's medicine. For her now, wine is the medicine.

The feeling of being drunk but not drunk was very good. She couldn't choose to forget all the memories. At least she could choose the right to only think about good memories. Only when she was drunk or not sober would the beautiful past happen again.

From the time they realized they were in love, from the time they fell in love until they broke up, only alcohol could make me lie to myself and lie to her that it was just a dream, a fleeting and prosperous dream.

Hu Mengke watched her drink one glass after another, and it hurt in her eyes and in her heart.

"If you want to forget the widow in your heart, you have to open another window in your closed heart, change the season of your heart, and then find a relationship to force it in, so that you can relax and not be so

Heartache."

"Haha, what are you talking about? I thought it was some way, but after a long time of fussing, 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 herself reflected in the wine glass, she couldn't tell whether it was the red wine that made her face red, or whether it was her own face that was red from drinking. Her misty eyes looked through the glass, and she looked like a resentful face.

"Hey, the deeper the love, the more real the pain. Even the oaths of eternal love have become a pain in the heart. When did I become sober? The more I drank, the more sober I became."

She put down the cup in her hand and looked at the crowd in the bar:

"It's easy to say, find a man to fill the scars, but there are thousands of men in the world, and there are already so many men in just one bar. Where can I find the one I love to put into my heart?" "Uh?"

Yang Ruoyan's eyes were originally scanning the people in the bar following her fingers, but when he suddenly heard her shameless words, he turned his head and stared at her closely, agreeing that his beauty was definitely comparable to

Everyone present, but not comparable to Hu Meng...

Hu Mengke felt guilty when she saw him, he looked at her with squinted 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 putting on makeup. What is your look like? Do you despise me?"

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

Yang Ruoyan let go of Hu Mengke's hand on her shoulder, turned around and waved to the bartender, asked for another bottle of red wine, poured two glasses, handed her one, and drank it by herself.

All.

She discovered that Hu Mengke had been chatting with her for a long time without telling her why.

It's better to drink to relieve your worries. Even if your worries are worse, at least you can get drunk and go home and fall asleep. When you fall asleep, you won't think of that bastard again, right?

Hu Meng could see that she was drinking just like boiled water, so he quickly grabbed her and reminded her:

"Oh, red wine has a lot of stamina. You don't know how to drink in the first place. Are you going to crawl home after drinking it again?"

Yang Ruoyan pulled the wine glass back and said nonchalantly:

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

He poured himself a glass of seductive red wine again, raised his head and drank it.

Hu Meng obviously couldn't help but didn't stop her anymore. When she was in a bad mood, it was up to her to drink more.

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

"Well, tell me, I'll listen."

Yang Ruoyan drank one cup after another, having lost most of her interest in Hu Mengke's medicine. For her now, wine is the medicine.

The feeling of being drunk but not drunk was very good. She couldn't choose to forget all the memories. At least she could choose the right to only think about good memories. Only when she was drunk or not sober would the beautiful past happen again.

From the time they realized they were in love, from the time they fell in love until they broke up, only alcohol could make me lie to myself and lie to her that it was just a dream, a fleeting and prosperous dream.

Hu Mengke watched her drink one glass after another, and it hurt in her eyes and in her heart.

"If you want to forget the widow in your heart, you have to open another window in your closed heart, change the season of your heart, and then find a relationship to force it in, so that you can relax and not be so

Heartache."

"Haha, what are you talking about? I thought it was some way, but after a long time of fussing, 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 herself reflected in the wine glass, she couldn't tell whether it was the red wine that made her face red, or whether it was her own face that was red from drinking. Her misty eyes looked through the glass, and she looked like a resentful face.

"Hey, the deeper the love, the more real the pain. Even the oaths of eternal love have become a pain in the heart. When did I become sober? The more I drank, the more sober I became."

She put down the cup in her hand and looked at the crowd in the bar:
Chapter completed!