torture to the end

There are many places to have fun in Shanghai, even if Quan Weicheng took his younger brother who was assigned here, he did not forget to have fun.

When Zhong Yuan found Quan Weicheng, Quan Weicheng was surrounded by a group of players, and he lost the slightest decent demeanor in Beijing. He was wearing an unruly black jacket, and his usual combed hair was also down now. Covered in front of the eyes, under such wandering lights, it is actually a hundred times more dazzling than usual.

Quan Weicheng was surrounded by a group of people, all of whom were well-known gamers in Shanghai, each with luxury cars and watches, young and handsome, but they could not be called rich and rich, born in such a family with a high starting point, although there are The second generation who grew up bad, but more, are real talents polished by the family. They deal with contracts in the company during the day, and they are the brightest scenery in the night scene.

They are all men in their early thirties, and there are even 28 or nine-year-olds who are very young and handsome. People like this are called dandies, but they don’t know that their dandies don’t just rely on their family background to have all this. of.

Quan Weicheng was playing with them, they were all former friends, they finally got together, they got a little more excited about the game, they booked the game, the table in the front hall was surrounded by them, and there was a row of wine on the table The women dancing on the dance floor are not as popular as the wine on this table.

Quan Weicheng was holding up the bottle and blowing it. When he smiled, he was as dazzling as the morning sun. His eyes were so bright that they almost pierced the night. A young man next to him was holding his arm, and his smile was also very joyful.

"Drink—drink—"

A group of people swayed, Quan Weicheng poured a bottle of wine into his stomach, his handsome face was burning, his cheeks were flushed, and there was still a steaming smell of alcohol in his open mouth. It was as if he was shining.Quan Weicheng put a drained wine bottle on the table with a bang, and the people around him immediately cheered again, so lively that it almost turned the night.

As soon as Zhong Yuan walked over, he was spotted by the sharp-eyed Quan Weicheng, who waved at him from afar, "Zhong Yuan——"

Zhong Yuan smiled and strode over.

He knows all these people, they are all in Shanghai, in the same circle, how could he not know them?It's just that when I saw them in the daytime, most of these people were dressed in strict black suits, followed by a secretary with a serious face, and they came and went in a hurry. Even if I saw them on the road, they only smiled slightly Nodding his head, there are not many scenes like this tonight.

The circle that Zhong Yuan stayed in was not like the second generation of dandies in that wealthy place in Beijing. It’s not that there are no dandies in Shanghai, but that the dandies are divided into different classes. There are those who work hard and those who only want to enjoy themselves. Different ways of living, Zhong Yuan belongs to the dude who is willing to work hard, and naturally the people who play with him are also the second and third generations who have a background and are willing to work hard.

As the old saying goes, wealth does not last for three generations. Among these people, some family heirs have been passed down for seven or eight generations. Ordinary people make more efforts to push the family business to a higher level.

As soon as Zhong Yuan passed by, a young man in a floral shirt stuffed a wine bottle into his hand. The man in the floral shirt looked frivolous. Today I finally saw him in the daytime. He was negotiating a contract with him. , wearing silver-framed eyes, sharp gaze, unique insights, and only on nights like this, when friends of many years gather together, these men who usually wrap themselves up in strict suits will reveal their true colors one side.

Quan Weicheng took a bottle from the table and opened it, grabbed the neck of the bottle and touched the bottle in Zhong Yuan's hand, his eyes covered by his broken hair were full of jokes and smiles, "It's too late—Hurry up and punish yourself with three cups——"

Zhong Yuan grabbed the wine bottle and touched it back, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I'm afraid you won't succeed." As he spoke, he raised his head, and a bottle of wine fell to his mouth, and the amber liquid slid down his chin. It flows through the wheat-colored texture and sinks into the placket.

After blowing a bottle of wine, Zhong Yuan's face remained unchanged, and he pressed the bottle on the table with provocative eyes, "Come again—"

The two people next to him quickly opened another bottle of wine for him.

"Brother Zhong, you said that you are really mean. After all these years, you have been outside, and the brothers can't find you for a drink. Now I have finally invited your esteemed driver over--" The words are smug It's a stab, but it's the proof of the strongest friendship between brothers, "You're still late, let alone three cups of self-punishment—"

Zhong Yuan still doesn't know their tempers?He waved his hand very cheerfully, "How about punishing yourself with three bottles?"

All of a sudden, extremely enthusiastic cheers erupted around him.

Quan Weicheng also showed a frivolous look that he didn't have in the daytime, bumped Zhong Yuan with his shoulder, and smiled at him with squinted eyes, "Okay, you, have you been a soldier for a wine barrel all these years?"

Zhong Yuan cracked his lips, and his ruffian face became even more sinister, "Thank you, thank you."

"Bah." Quan Weicheng spat at him, "You can't even hear me scolding you——"

Zhong Yuan didn't talk to him anymore, and poured another bottle of wine with his neck up. Quan Weicheng watched him blow two bottles in a row, and laughed.

When he finally drank the third bottle, a bit of drunkenness finally appeared on his cold and stern face, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, with a kind of arrogance in his youth.

During the day, the serious and mature second-generation and third-generation people drank like street ruffians, drinking [-] yuan of wine on their lips like Erguotou, and the atmosphere became more and more lively by the end of the drink.

Zhong Yuan has long been used to this kind of life. When he was in the military camp, he was always such a tough man. Drinking and using bowls seemed feminine.

Quan Weicheng was also very happy. He was not a well-behaved person at first. He put on a serious skin and suppressed his nature in Beijing. The players drank too much, and their entire handsome faces were flushed from drinking. In the end, they didn't even want to look good. They rolled up their sleeves, stepped on the table with one foot, and drank as much as the other The second generation raised their fists.

Their natures are all like this. Men in their 30s still have the confidence of children, but they are born in such a family, and they have to bear heavier responsibilities than ordinary people. They are not willing to squander the property of their parents. The prodigal son, so he desperately climbed up, pushed his family to a higher position, and then enjoyed everything he won.

Luxury cars, famous wines, and beauties are all won by themselves.

Also because of the shackles they have set for themselves, their happiness is even less than that of ordinary people. The only way to release the pressure during the day is to revel in the night market until dawn at night.This way of life is the only way for them to decompress.After all, in the land of Shanghai, no matter whether they are engaged in business or politics, once they are sacked, they will be nothing. They work hard and strive for it carefully. On the one hand, they preserve their family and on the other hand, they strive for more benefits.

Now these wealthy kids whose wealth and background make people think they are unattainable drink and play in the night market without any image, and have no image in the daytime, laughing and singing with the strength of alcohol, no different from a lunatic.

The car keys of the luxury cars are stacked in a pile on the table, and the owners of those luxury cars are sitting around on the small sofa in twos and threes like drunks, talking about the past.

They have been tossing for three hours, and all the wine on the table is empty, and now the hall is full of alcohol.On the burgundy sofa, those second generations were drying their bellies with their clothes uncovered, talking about what they wanted to say to their acquaintances.

Now they are all a little bit drunk, and they pour out all the things they dare not say or say that they can't say on weekdays. These second generations who are superficial in the eyes of outsiders don't show off their wealth so superficially. One laughs and then cries, and then cries and laughs again.Among them, Zhong Yuan, the one who made the most trouble, went bankrupt several times, and he himself tried his best to drag the family business back.Such a person, Zhong Yuan admired very much.The man went from crying to laughing in just a few minutes, and those unspeakable sufferings were summed up in a few words in those few minutes, and then he talked about his brilliance as if showing off.

People like this are not used to always showing their downcast side to others, each has its own sufferings, and each has its own joys.

Zhong Yuan and Quan Weicheng drank too much, they chose a two-seater booth and sat down, Quan Weicheng's whole body became hot from drinking, but his good tutor made him unable to take off his clothes at this time, He just unbuttoned the top two buttons of his clothes, revealing his beautiful neck and collarbone.

Zhong Yuan didn't worry as much as he did. He took off his upper body clothes a long time ago, and sat opposite Quan Weicheng with his shirtless, red-hot, muscular upper body.

Quan Weicheng was really hot, and he was stuck in the booth, with one hand on the armrest, and his head was thrown back. At this time, he looked at everyone with contempt, which made people think The sense of respect of kneeling - this is the foundation of their family, and Quan Weicheng's temperament of a superior person was cultivated in this way.

Zhong Yuan looked at him and just wanted to laugh. At this moment, he finally put his arms on his knees, leaned his upper body forward, and lowered his head to dry his red-hot back.

"Can you have a little image?" Quan Weicheng couldn't see Zhong Yuan's shirtless appearance.

Zhong Yuan felt that he was hypocritical, so he sat on the deck, rubbed his hair with his hands, and breathed out, "Image? What do you want image for?"

"Put the clothes on me! You are a meat seller." Quan Weicheng scolded with a smile.

Zhong Yuan was hit in the face by the clothes thrown by Quan Weicheng, with one hand holding the clothes on his lap, he raised his head and looked at Quan Weicheng, "Hey, I haven't seen you for so many years, why are you still so annoying—— —”

"Hey! What you said." Quan Weicheng was not happy when he heard this. He was already drunk. Normally, he would still be a little rational and would not talk back to Zhong Yuan. "When you were in Beijing, who would cover you up?" Huh? I don’t often talk about the bad things you did, and you suppress them for you, and you still say that.”

"Okay, okay, you were right and I was wrong." Zhong Yuan raised his hand on his forehead, making an apologetic gesture.

Quan Weicheng sneered and remained silent.

Zhong Yuan was pestered to drink more than a dozen bottles of wine just now, even if he drank like drinking water, he couldn't stand it now, as soon as the aftertaste of the wine came up, his back was sweating.

Seeing his overheated appearance, Quan Weicheng suddenly remembered what he saw today, and asked, "Zhong Yuan, at your age, shouldn't it be time to start a family?"

This problem is simply Zhong Yuan's nightmare, his old man just stopped, why is there another one?Zhong Yuan immediately became alert, half-closed his drunken eyes and looked at Quan Weicheng, "Why are you asking this?"

Quan Weicheng's favorite is probably Zhong Yuan, "Do you know where I saw your old man today?"

Zhong Yuan asked subconsciously, "Where is it, don't play tricks on me."

"East China University of Technology." Quan Weicheng threw out the news, and thought that Zhong Yuan would show a surprised expression, but he didn't expect Zhong Yuan to hiccup in a very boring manner after hearing this, and then lowered his head back.

Quan Weicheng became anxious now, "Hey, Zhong, why don't you think about it, what is your old man doing in college?"

Of course Zhong Yuan knew what his old man was going to do, show his grandson to school.But he can't tell Quan Weicheng, he wants to tell Quan Weicheng that his old man is going to show his grandson the school, and with Quan Weicheng's temper, everyone will be able to break the news the next day He knew, so he chose to play dumb at this time, "The worst thing is to find a young and beautiful female college student to be my stepmother."

Quan Weicheng was taken aback when he heard Zhong Yuan's words, and then he stretched out his hand and pushed Zhong Yuan, felt the hot sweat in his hand, and then withdrew his hand in disgust, "Go, do you say that about your own father?"

Zhong Yuan raised his eyes again, glanced at Quan Weicheng, and lowered his head again.

Quan Weicheng continued to talk about his speculation, "Tell me, Mr. Zhong, is he going to find you a university teacher as a wife?"

"Hi——" when Zhong Yuan heard this sentence, the smell of alcohol suddenly surged up in his stomach, and the loud belch shocked Quan Weicheng.

Zhong Yuan also knew that his appearance was a bit out of character, so he covered his lips with his hands in a concealed manner, and glared at Quan Weicheng, "What the hell are you talking about? Play for another year."

"Edit—I see you fucking edit it again." Does Quan Weicheng know Zhong Yuan's current situation?What he likes the most is watching Zhong Yuan being forced into a state of desperation, "You are in your thirties now, and Mr. Zhong will still let you play outside? Just kidding me, I heard that some time ago, Mr. Zhong I even went to make a photo of the girl from the Qiao family for you."

The more Quan Weicheng disliked Qiao, even the mention of the name Qiao made him feel disgusted.

Zhong Yuan asked, "Why do you have such an expression?"

"I am deeply sympathetic to you." Quan Weicheng said.

Zhong Yuan didn't understand, "What do you mean?"

Quan Weicheng really thought that Zhong Yuan was having an affair with that girl from Qiao's family, but Zhong Yuan is his brother, and he didn't want to see Zhong Yuan fall into the abyss of Qiao's family, so he kindly reminded him, " Let me tell you, your old man wants you to have sex with a girl from the Qiao family, but you must die. In the future, marrying a university teacher is better than marrying the girl from the Qiao family—don’t blame my brother for not reminding you Ah, that girl from the Qiao family is a mountain of knives, a sea of ​​fire—”

"Stop, stop, stop --" Zhong Yuan was stunned by these words, "What are you talking about?" His head is aching right now.

"I'm just telling you, even if you marry in the future, don't marry a girl from the Qiao family."

Zhong Yuan narrowed his eyes, Quan Weicheng was his brother, reminded him that he would never harm him, but what happened to the girl from the Qiao family?He really didn't have the slightest impression of that girl.

Quan Weicheng saw that Zhong Yuan still had a dazed expression, so he didn't bother to say more, he said everything that should be said, if Zhong Yuan was like the girl from Qiao's family in the future, he couldn't help it.After all, Zhong Yuan has been single for more than [-] years, so no one can say for sure what kind of taste he has.

Up to now, Zhong Yuan has never really had feelings for any woman, and the only one who has feelings has now turned his face and lost contact.

The two chatted in bits and pieces, until midnight, when someone stood up from the sofa, pushed the sleeping person beside him, squinted his drunken eyes, "Get up - get up -"

The person who was woken up cursed a few words, but still got up.

It's time for them to go back, and tomorrow they'll put on that skin again and play what they're supposed to be.The carnival indulgence tonight is also a rare release for them.

Twenty or thirty drunken men walked out of the nightclub side by side, got into their own luxury cars, were picked up by their own drivers, rested overnight, and greeted the busy work of the next day.

Quan Weicheng is from Beijing, so he really doesn't drink as well as Shanghai men, not to mention he's fighting with a wine barrel like Zhong Yuan?Now he is so drunk that he is completely unconscious, and has fallen asleep to death.

Zhong Yuan didn't know that Quan Weicheng had come to Shanghai, so he couldn't let him lie in the night market. After all, this woman in Shanghai is not a vegetarian. He wanted to throw Quan Weicheng here, and the next day Quan Weicheng Weicheng can have more than a dozen bed partners.Zhong Yuan also knew that Quan Weicheng was a clean-spirited person, and it would definitely not do to leave him in this nightclub, so he held his arm and took him into his car. He came out without a driver, so he finally called to find a The substitute driver came over and passed out in the back seat of the car with Quan Weicheng who was drunk.

Zhong Yuan didn't know when he woke up, but the driver in charge pushed him and said, "Mr. is here."

At that time, Zhong Yuan barely opened his sleepy eyes, responded, got out of the car, and dragged Quan Weicheng, who was the same size as him, into his room.

The sky has turned white.

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Today's last update... The stupid author who only ate one meal a day said that he couldn't bear it anymore and went to the night market outside the school to find food.

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small theater:

Quan Weicheng: Stupid author, what is the meaning of my existence?

Stupid author: Oh, that's probably... fulfilling a long-cherished wish of the stupid author, right? Quan Weicheng: What long-cherished wish?

Stupid author: Keke, is your relationship with Zhong Yuan good?

Quan Weicheng (faintly feeling a little bad): It’s pretty good

Stupid author: like a brother?

Kwon Wei Sung (feeling bad is more serious)... um

Stupid author: In fact, I have always had a brother and a long-cherished wish for a 3P...

Han Jingyu (air-conditioned all over): Tell me, are you a fucking human? ! !