"If you ask me to sing, I will sing." Wang Lang immediately retorted.

Yu Xiaomei held the bottle of wine, her lower lips twitched, and she felt that she was about to cry. Yu Xiaomei stood up and pointed at Wang Lang, "Wang Haonan! Is it interesting that you always bully me? Ah? You have to go against me whenever I do, right? You just rely on my liking to you?"

Wang Lang looked at Yu Xiaomei. Yu Xiaomei felt as if she had finally said the words she had been holding them for a long time. She sat down with the bottle of wine, "I'm sorry, I thought I put it down, but I didn't. I will try my best to put it down. You don't have to worry about me, I will digest it myself."

"Is this the reason why you have no brainstorm for star chasing?" Wang Lang asked suddenly.

Yu Xiaomei drinks and doesn't speak.

Based on Wang Lang's perception of Yu Xiaomei, Yu Xiaomei loves money as life and cannot do the kind of thing that can often reward thousands or tens of thousands of yuan, but Yu Xiaomei did it before, and Wang Lang was quite confused before. He didn't understand what Yu Xiaomei was going to do, but now he understands it.

This is also a way of venting. Everyone has different ways of venting. Some people like to yell and vent, some people like to vent in the form of venting, some people like to destroy some things to vent, while some people like Yu Xiaomei, spend money on venting, and spend money on it if they have nothing to do and feel uncomfortable.

The reason why many people can't figure out this kind of venting is because they don't have money.

Wang Lang took the plate from the boss, and did not continue the topic, and ate bite by bit.

"Why are you unreasonable?"

Yu Xiaomei asked after a while.

Wang Lang licked the oil on his mouth, "I should have learned chemistry, and you know how to dissolve it. The truth is like a solute. People who listen to the truth are like a solution. There will always be a saturation point. It is OK to talk about the big truth, but they can't always talk about it. People who listen to it will be annoyed, but they will backfire. Since you have the ability to digest it yourself, then digest it yourself."

Yu Xiaomei said, wanting to drink, but she couldn't drink anymore, so she ate.

The singer was embarrassed by the side, "A few bosses, do you still want me to sing?"

"What song should I listen to when I am sad?" Yu Xiaomei raised her eyes and asked the singer.

"Listen to love songs?" the singer asked tentatively.

"Sing." Yu Xiaomei gave a word.

The singer thought about it and sang slowly, "Why are there more and more love songs? Why? Because there are too many people who are heartbroken, I want to find a way to tell you. There are more and more sad people, and the feelings are too fragile. When I am sad, no one comforts me. It is better to find a favorite song to listen to and spend it. When I am sad, you can listen to love songs. The sad melody can drive away the loss. When I am lonely, you can listen to love songs. When I am sad, you can listen to love songs. When I am sad, you can listen to love songs. When I am sad..."

A song that was very popular many years ago, and many people listened to it when it was played in the streets and alleys.

At that time, I was still young and had been in a daze for many years. When I listened again, I realized that I didn’t know the meaning of the song at first, and I listened again.

Yu Xiaomei held the bottle of wine, as if she was holding herself, hanging her head, sucking her nose from time to time, but she didn't cry. Wu Yingnan next to her was also comforting her.

Wang Lang just listened to it as a song, and didn't care too much at all, and he was full of oil.

Only those who are stable will think about these things. People who have experienced countless life and death do not think about so much love. For Wang Lang, they either vent their desires or have a friendship between life and death.

At the end of the song, Wang Lang poured a cup of hot water for the singer to drink. The singer said thank you to the boss, and then asked Yu Xiaomei carefully, "Boss, do you still want to sing?"

"Singing lightly." Yu Xiaomei sucked her snot.

The singer paused, put down the water cup and sang the song "Large Love in Small Town".

Yu Xiaomei wiped her mouth, "Give me the microphone, I want to sing."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Xiaomei grabbed the microphone and sang with the singer, "I'm just thinking about you and everything is you."

The little love is only for you in that city. Let me say loudly to you, i／mthinkingofyou, you can keep the ticket back to the city as a souvenir. Don’t be afraid to face parting. Cut off a trace of hair and let me put it on my chest. When you walk there, you will accompany you and accompany you. Oh~~ I miss you all you are, Lalala~~~~~ Lalalalala, that kind of feeling of inseparable steps is called fate."

Before Yu Xiaomei sang, Wang Lang covered his ears consciously, and many people who were eating nearby also imitated Wang Lang to cover his ears in advance.

Sure enough, the penetration and lethality were amazing. The stray dogs looking for food in the trash can on the roadside were startled by Yu Xiaomei's singing and barked at this side a few times.

After singing, Yu Xiaomei threw the microphone aside, grabbed the bottle of wine next to her and blew a bottle of wine in one breath, looked at the sky and shouted Liberation, jumped and ran away. Wu Yingnan hurriedly chased her out.

Wang Lang also wanted to chase after him, but the barbecue restaurant owner chased him, "Brother Nan, look, you have to give me some advice to my brothers, right?"

Wang Lang didn't have a penny in his pocket, "Can I ask someone to send you money tomorrow?"

The boss smiled in embarrassment.

There are only two things in Wang Lang’s pocket.

A cell phone given by Yu Xiaomei.

A lighter given by Tong Yaru.

The last time I used Yu Xiaomei's mobile phone to mortgage it, Yu Xiaomei was so fierce that Wang Lang had a long memory.

Wang Lang looked at the boss who looked embarrassed and said, "My name is Wang Haonan. It is impossible to send you a meal. Either let me leave, or I will beat you now, you can choose one."

The boss was thinking about not having money, "Brother Nan, don't worry, don't worry, you can give it to him anytime."

"Do you want to write an IOU?"

When I was originally trying to write, the boss looked at Wang Lang's expression and immediately held back, "No need, no need."

Wang Lang turned around and chased after him.

Yu Xiaomei ran like a fool, Wu Yingnan chased after him, Wu Yingnan practiced martial arts, but Yu Xiaomei was drunk now, and the fastest horse ran in front.

Finally, I ran to the fountain in the middle of a square.

It is an artificial fountain. Although it is quite cold, the fountain is still spraying water.

Yu Xiaomei sat on the table next to her, happily posing her calves.

The fountain next to it was sprayed.

Yu Xiaomei burped.

The fountain sprayed again.

Yu Xiaomei vomited out a moment.

The fountain is then sprayed again.

Yu Xiaomei vomited again.

Fountain spray.

Yu Xiaomei vomited.

Spray it.

Spit it out.

Spray it.

Spit it out.

It was nauseating to vomit after drinking, but the people next to this scene didn't feel nauseous, but instead found it very funny.

Wu Yingnan patted Yu Xiaomei's back.

Wang Lang also followed.

After vomiting for two or three minutes, Yu Xiaomei shook her mouth and sat on the ground and looked at the sky.

There is a platform on one side of the square, where activities are being performed and some people are singing.

Yu Xiaomei got up and ran towards the other side.
Chapter completed!