Mr. Yan, break up

Lin Yue also knew that something was wrong, and turned his head to Song Chuan's face in doubt, the latter's face was already pale.

Lin Yue stretched out his hand to embrace Song Chuan behind him. Song Chuan's body seemed to be stiff, without any freedom and flexibility, and he let him push and push.

Mr. Li seems to be the central figure here, he can attract the people next to him to agree with him, and they all booed: "That old thing didn't have Shaoyin us back then, grandpa's grandson is still there, it's not too much."

"Mr. Li, Song Chuan has never been in contact with any business matters, and he doesn't understand anything. Your lord has a lot, so don't make things difficult for him." Lin Yue put his hands behind his back with a smile on his face, and signaled Song Chuan found an opportunity to sneak away quickly.

Song Chuan knew that the people in front of him had made up their minds to embarrass him, so he clenched his fist silently by his side, stepped back, touched the doorknob, and was about to turn around and leave when the door was half opened, and Li behind him The general voice came over: "Song Chuan, if you dare to leave, I will make it difficult for you to stay in the circle."

The voice was teasing, but Song Chuan knew that with his vengeful character, he would do what he said.

Song Chuan turned around: "What do you want from me?"

Mr. Li kicked the stool in front of him. The stool slid all the way on the floor and hit Song Chuan's knee heavily, causing him a sudden pain and almost kneeling down.

"Don't you want resources?" The person next to him put out several bottles of wine on the table in succession. Mr. Li stretched out his hand and motioned, "I'll give it to you after you drink it."

Song Chuan smiled wryly: Has he been inseparable from alcohol in his life?

These bottles of wine were not low in alcohol, even Lin Yue, who was in the liquor store, couldn't stand after drinking it, let alone Song Chuan.

Lin Yue understood that the current situation was beyond his control, and the big bosses in front of him made up their minds to embarrass Song Chuan, and tried to make a relief: "Mr. Li, Song Chuan can't drink, he's not in good health... "

"What's the matter with you? Get lost." Before Lin Yue finished speaking, someone stood up next to him and wanted to drive him out.

Lin Yue was forcibly pushed and blasted out of the door. He was left hanging at the door, and the person who pushed him out poked his head out and threatened, "If you still want to hang out in this circle, don't meddle in your own business."

After all, the door was shut heavily, isolating the world inside and outside the door.

Lin Yue faced the closed door, and the brown-gray door reflected the lights in the corridor, giving off a cold prismatic light.Lin Yue turned on the phone, and the interface of the phone stayed on the phone number book. After a long pause, he still didn't press the dial button.

He has the ability to find someone to take Song Chuan away now, but what about in the future?

The surname Li is very small-minded, which is well known in the circle. The words "don't meddle in other people's business" just now are still echoing in my ears. Removed.

The entertainment industry is prosperous and bright on the surface, attracting countless people to jump into it regardless of their own safety, but behind this, what kind of cannibalism does not spit out the bones?

In the end, he sighed heavily, and the lock screen button was pressed on the phone, and it was dark for a moment, reflecting Lin Yue's face with tears in his eyes.As if his strength had been drained, he leaned against the wall and slowly slid down.

I am sorry.

Song Chuan, I'm sorry.

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Mr. Li hugged his arms and leaned on the back of the chair relaxedly, with his head hanging slightly, as if he had no muscles and bones, he rested directly on his neck, shaking out his three-layered chin, and looked at Song Chuan leisurely: "After drinking this, I will give it to you." your resources."

He suffered a lot under Song Teng's hands back then, and even became a famous joke in the business circle for a while, and he was so suppressed that he couldn't hold his head up for many years.Now that Song Teng is dead, he took all his revenge on Song Chuan, and it was only because of his self-esteem that he cared too much in his heart.

With a provocative smile, he raised his chin at the person next to him. The secretary next to him immediately understood, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the recording function and pointed it at Song Chuan: "If you don't record such a wonderful scene, it will all be lost." loss."

The camera of the mobile phone was facing Song Chuan, and those who accidentally entered the mirror all sensibly retreated to the side, leaving him the central position.

Song Chuan stood in the center, with the light directly above his head. He lowered his head, and his entire face was shrouded in a layer of haze.There were endless booing and ridicule in his ears, and he was like a clown who was forced to tease the audience, and everyone laughed gloatingly at the funny scenes he played.

"Okay, I'll drink."

Song Chuan raised his head, wondering if it was because of acting, the expression that flashed across his face at that moment was a bit elusive.

Someone took out a glass and was about to pour the wine into it for him, but Song Chuan snatched the bottle directly and raised his head——

His neck was long and slender, his veins were clear, and his throat moved up and down. It didn't take long for a bottle of wine to run out.

The wine bottle was randomly thrown on the ground, and rolled along the floor to the corner with a grunt.

Song Chuan no longer wanted to savor the burning sensation in his throat, esophagus and stomach. In order to numb himself, he continued to pick up the second bottle...

The third bottle...

He drank so refreshingly that the people around him were stunned.

Those few people stared at him in a daze: "It's really good."

These wines can at least make two or three Northeast men drunk. Song Chuan, a southerner who is as light and thin as a bamboo pole, will drink something.

The secretary's hand holding the phone couldn't help trembling. He approached Mr. Li and whispered in his ear: "Mr. Li, he drinks like this...he won't die from it."

Mr. Li's three chins visibly trembled twice, and he was also a little scared. He gritted his teeth and said, "Who knew he was so ruthless, even more ruthless than that old Song Teng."

Song Chuan poured down bottle after bottle, and no matter whether it was body or mind, he lost consciousness.

Pick it up from the table, pour it into your mouth, and then drop the bottle. These three actions seem to have become inertia, back and forth.

Until he stretched out his hand for the last time and found an empty space on the table——

The wine is gone.

Mr. Li winked, the secretary put down the phone, walked in and shook it in front of Song Chuan's eyes: "You still... okay?"

Song Chuan only felt that he used the remaining sliver of rationality to keep himself from falling.He directly waved away the secretary's hand in front of him, and pointed to Mr. Li in the middle: "I'm done drinking, I should give it, don't forget."

After all, he turned around, opened the door, and closed it.

Lin Yue outside the door watched Song Chuan come out intact, and was ecstatic: "Are you okay?"

Song Chuan's eyes were empty, he didn't know where he was looking, he didn't hear Lin Yue's words at all, he only knew that the string that had been stretched in his head suddenly broke——

Then, there is no consciousness.