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Yao An couldn't hear what Yao Jianqi was saying.

But judging from his movements, Yao An guessed that he was inviting the other party to drink.

Yao Jianqi's expression and distance were very moderate, as ordinary as handing a glass of pure water, not to mention, it was still helping them out.

But he was just upset.

Especially when the green turban picked up the 95mm lead-free glass without much hesitation, drank it down in the rolling Adam's apple, and "sucked" with that male, exaggerated voice, as if claiming that he did How much credit goes to having a glass of stout.

Pang Sheng heard something that cannot be ignored. He turned his head to look for the source of the sound, and immediately murmured, "Why are you smashing the table for no reason???"

Yao An clenched his fists without saying a word, his gaze was fixed on the person opposite him.

Yao Jianqi didn't seem to be aware of it, he just picked up a glass of the same color from the bartender's plate and shook it on the bridge of his nose in the green turban.

Unscrupulous people tend to mistake provocation for provocation.

Of course, the green turban still accepted it with a smile, but this time, he had a different memory.

"Hello." He called to the bartender, gave some instructions, and the bartender nodded knowingly and left.

The purity of 69% is not so easy to bear, not to mention having drank a few cups before, during the few sentences between Yao Jianqi and him, the psychedelic feeling was already a bit obvious. He was waved away by him.

Not long after, a glass of new wine appeared on the bartender's plate. Apart from the aroma, it looked like tap water on the surface, but this Balkan vodka is almost famous all over the world. Playing the jokes of troublemakers.

Yao An frowned, feeling that nothing good would happen.

"I'll take this glass." The man shook the absinthe in his hand with one hand, and picked up the glass of vodka with the other hand, and put it in front of Yao Jianqi's eyes, "This glass is yours, I invite you."

Yao Jianqi's line of sight was divided by the rhombus shape of the wine glass, so he couldn't tell whether he had passed through hesitation. In short, amidst the background sound of "not drinking a glass seems impolite" provocatively played by the green turban, he laughed, palms up.

"Damn, is the wine fight going to start?" Pang Sheng's eyes straightened, but he was a little flustered, and asked Yao An in a low voice, "Is your brother good at drinking?"

He couldn't wait for Yao An's response.

Because the people beside him had already moved forward, and just before Yao Jianqi was about to touch the bottom of the thickened glass, he decisively snatched the wine away.

Yao An was too lazy to talk nonsense with others, so he brought the cup to his mouth according to the inertia of his movements, raised his head, and poured it in.

"Whoosh-"

The guests at the tables next door gave out cheers and shook their arms to cheer.

The green turban obviously didn't expect this to happen. He was stunned for a few seconds, and was finally awakened by the sound of the wine glass being knocked upside down on the table. In the end, it was the only drop of wine that licked and chased the light down.

"This is a foul!" The man yelled at Yao Jianqi, "I invited you!"

Yao Jianqi didn't respond immediately, his eyes were thoughtful and gentle, and stayed on Yao An's face, while Yao An, for some reason, looked back at him with a bit of viciousness and spirit.

"It's the same for him to drink." Yao Jianqi looked back, his expression still the same.

"Why?" The green turban was burnt by the wine and the fire, and his words were slightly blurred, "I didn't ask my friend for help."

"But he's not my friend."

Yao Jianqi responded slowly, followed by another sentence. The green turban stared blankly, looked back and forth between him and Yao An several times, and spit out some exclamation or question.

"Is he annoying?" Yao An didn't swear for a while. For a long time, what work and life brought him was nothing worth mentioning, such as happiness and unremarkable unhappiness. The extent of the fringe, but tonight, he was extraordinarily desperate to curse, not even at this idiot, but at everyone in the bar.

Of course, not every one.

The green turban doesn't understand at all, but it doesn't prevent him from feeling that this person is not kind, and his own muscles that are knotted outside the vest are obviously not easy to mess with.

Seeing that the signs of provoking trouble were about to ignite, Yao Jianqi and the red and the yellow next to the green turban reached out to block their respective arms at the same time, so that the two noses did not bump into each other.

Lin Qiao had been handed over to Pang Sheng's care, and Yao Jianqi put his other hand on Yao An's back to comfort his back.Compared to persuading a fight, this action seemed a bit inappropriate in the tense atmosphere.

Almost a snuggle.

Yao An's stab didn't retract but softened immediately, from his aimless fist, from his body that was looking for Xiang Zhizhi.

The green turban was also surrounded by the two partners, and he was spitting out something, but he couldn't hear it anyway.

"I'll drink it." Yao Jianqi said.

Yao An suddenly turned his head.

Yao Jianqi didn't look at him, but just repeated the same content in French.

The smell of wine from the green turban fluttered between the nostrils, and after hearing this, his mood calmed down a bit, and he struggled out of his partner's arms.

He raised his hand, whistled to call the bartender over again, and ordered something. The red scarf next to him seemed to disapprove, and looked at Yao Jianqi again and again, but he couldn't persuade him.

It was still the same bartender, holding the same size steel tray, but this time the number of drinks changed from one to four.

"It's still mine." After the wine glass was placed on the table, the green scarf imitated Yao Jianqi's tone, and showed his empty hands to the side.

"All?" Yao Jianqi asked.

"You can do whatever you want." The green turban said, "but to be fair, we are still better than 1."

After saying this, he roughly drank the glass of absinthe just now.

"It's 2-1 now."

As if they didn't understand, he put down his wine glass, compared his hands with 1, and collided, and his right hand became 2.

This time, everyone understands without needing a translator, including guests who are on the sidelines intentionally or unconsciously, benign or malicious, those who play disco, drink and chatter, and those who watch the excitement are not too big a deal.

"Damn it, are foreigners so busy? Drinking alcohol in their heads?" Pang Sheng spoke passionately first, not understanding how things turned out like this, the more challenging he got, the more he didn't want to go to court for extradition back home.

But I don't understand why, he who is farthest from the center of the vortex seems to be the most excited one, besides him, Lin Qiao is snoring, Yao An is sullen, and Yao Jianqi has already held the cup.

"Long live the Sino-French friendship."

After finishing speaking, Yao Jianqi raised his arm and was about to pour water down.

Just a finger away from his lips, his movements stopped. Because he was too hasty, he splashed some colorless vodka on his hand, not much.

Yao An broke the man's wrist towards him inch by inch, without using much force, because the other party did not resist, and even obeyed a little.

He drank the glass of wine again with Yao Jianqi's hand, and it was sloppy from beginning to end. After all, he didn't bite his cheek when the strong wine passed his tongue and make a scalding sound like the green turban.

Maybe it's because he didn't pay attention to the wine itself, but he didn't find it too difficult to swallow.

The green turban snorted in disappointment, and immediately received a line of sight, like some kind of carnivore in a documentary, hostile, food-protective, and territorial.

This made him even more excited.

The new absinthe was put on the table, and the red-eyed man refused to listen to his friend's dissuasion, and drank another glass, and there were applause from all around.

"Is this over yet..."

Before Pang Sheng could finish his complaint, the person beside him, that is, Yao An, picked up his glass again.

Three times, to be exact.

Yao An poured three glasses of vodka down without a buffer, and the action was a bit fierce, with droplets scratching the corners of his mouth, jawbone, carotid artery, and Yao Jianqi's nails.

The drop of distillate, which is said to have a strength of 88, lay on the pink surface of the nail, twisting and rolling, soaking and filtering when Yao An grasped him.

This is the closest Yao Jianqi has been to alcohol since the beginning of summer.

"let's go."

He saved him without saying the fourth word, yes, saved him.

Even at the youngest age, Yao An never imagined that he was a dragon slaying warrior, not because he didn't have a dragon, but because he didn't have a princess.

Today, he can finally hold him tightly to leave the dark cave, the green turban defeated eyeballs; and then pass through the thorns of the forest, and the foreign guests shouted and clapped his hands...

For his long-awaited princess.

"Eustoma." Someone called out.

There were melodious wind chimes swaying on the top of the revolving door, and Yao Jianqi's face was melted in the July monsoon. When looking at him, Yao An asked, "Is there anything important in the bag?"

Yao Jianqi shook his head.

"Then don't do it." Yao An said, "The important thing in sending flowers is not the flowers."

It's about the other party's state of mind when they see the flowers, and the expression that the flower-giver has been waiting for.

He is so confused and stupid, he can't think of this reasoning, he just thinks that Yao Jianqi is damn good-looking, so good-looking that he wants to kiss him with fluffy alcohol, but he is afraid that the strong alcohol will bother him.

"Actually, I know." Yao Jianqi said.

"what do you know?"

"Flower language."

Yao Anguo's self-confident eyes were becoming the opposite. On the opposite side of the street, there were cheers for a goal. He found out slowly that he would never be able to become a prophet in front of Yao Jianqi.

"I want to hear it." Yao Jianqi said.

The flower extracts that love moisture and are prone to gray spot disease, Yao An superficially never interpreted them before giving them away, how many times.

But he forgot that all the flowers in the world are love words with the same tune but the same effect.

Rich in ambition.

"I love you." Yao An's tongue is no longer trembling, his flower is shaped like a rose and so is his love, he said, "I will always love you."

Yao Jianqi nodded, as if he had received the echo from the ocean horn from the whale reporter, confirming that this was not dream talk.

"I heard."

He said.

His whale has come.

The author says:

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