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Hoo hoo hoo, no prize quiz: Will Bo Yan go home to attend Wan Qianshan's birthday party?

Thunder Bar.

"What are you doing? Your face smells worse than the socks I've saved for a week." Chen Wei hooked Cen Baiyan's neck, "I'm not happy that I won the game. Just now I saw you throw away a big bag of clothes in the locker , what's the matter, is this?"

Cen Boyan leaned back on the large sofa, dusted off the cigarette ash with his fingertips, and his face sank like water: "It's okay, you play your own game."

"Good celebration banquet, you are really disappointing." Chen Wei muttered, and then said, "Oh, yes, what did you say to my teacher Xiaoxuan in the afternoon, I will go to the toilet to find you, and see him hurrying away It's-"

"Don't mention him to me," Cen Baiyan said irritably, "Thinking of that cripple is annoying."

Chen Wei asked suspiciously: "You also said that people are crippled, what can you do?"

"He didn't do anything to me, he just annoyed me," Cen Baiyan warned Chen Wei with a cigarette in his hand, "Don't mention him again."

"I'm sick," Chen Wei murmured, "I'm so annoyed that he still has to come to the place where he works. Give your brain a kick. It rained heavily in the afternoon, and when he went down the stairs, he still—"

"Shut up, don't mention that he didn't understand?" Cen Baiyan twitched his forehead, and looked at Chen Wei coldly, "He's none of my business, don't tell me, I'm too lazy to care."

—He fell down when he was going down the stairs.

Seeing that he suddenly felt so disgusted with Xuan Zhao, Chen Wei swallowed the second half of the sentence embarrassingly.

Luo Xiaoxiao winked at Chen Wei, and Chen Wei tactfully gave up the seat next to Cen Baiyan, so Luo Xiaoxiao approached happily: "Boyan, what do you want to drink? Let's have a drink today, anyway, there is no tomorrow." Lesson, I want this Bloody Mary, with a nice name."

——The bomber, black Russian, bloody mary, and martini you asked for just now are all hard drinks, not suitable for children.

A clear and gentle voice sounded in his mind.

"Fuck!" Cen Baiyan frowned and cursed.

Why is this cripple still haunted? !

Luo Xiaoxiao was taken aback, and asked tremblingly: "Bo Yan, should we stop drinking?"

"Drink, why don't you drink it?" Cen Baiyan raised his foot with a cigarette in his mouth, and waved his big hand, "Don't worry about drinking any alcohol today, I will pay for it."

He is no longer a child, why can't he drink strong alcohol?

Others booed one after another: "Brother Yan is awesome, you are so rude, you will not be polite!"

"Then I called someone to place an order." Luo Xiaoxiao flicked her hair, raised her hand to find a waiter, glanced at Cen Baiyan quietly, and then whispered, "Is there a worker here with bad legs?" , who is on crutches, let him serve our table."

She asked Chen Wei clearly in the afternoon, and it turned out that the tutor was the lame bar that she met in the bar a few months ago, and they went to the police station together.

How could Bo Yan get in touch with this kind of dubious person? Not only did he specially occupy the front row for him, but the first thing after the game was to go to find him. When they were talking, they were so close. It seemed very intimate, but she wanted to see who the cripple was.

Chen Wei and the others played dice, Cen Baiyan leaned on the back of the sofa to play with his mobile phone, Cen Jingxiang and Cen Qing took turns to send messages telling him to be home before the dinner tomorrow, Cen Baiyan replied absent-mindedly, his thoughts were in chaos.

The cripple is so sick, he probably won't come at night, right?

He said that he took medicine, probably because he bought a box of cold medicine from a black clinic, and he was poor and stingy, so how could he be willing to go to the hospital.

He himself is a medical student, so he should know that the failure of a minor illness can lead to a serious illness, right?

——Cripple, lame, lame, why the hell am I full of that poor lame who doesn't know what to do? !

Cen Baiyan brushed his hair irritably, threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the table, took a long breath, leaned his head back on the chair, and closed his eyes heavily.

"Several, have you decided what to order?"

Cen Baiyan's eyebrows tightened, why did the cripple's voice come out again, was he hallucinating again?

No, why is this hallucinatory nasal sound so heavy.

Cen Baiyan opened his eyes suddenly, and Xuan Zhao was standing beside their table, wearing a tight black mask, white shirt and black trousers, with a thin figure, drooping bangs covering his eyebrows, the exposed upper half of his face was extremely pale, his eyelids Thin red due to high fever.

Their eyes met suddenly, and before Cen Baiyan could react, Xuan Zhao took the lead to look away with a calm expression.

"Teacher Xiaoxuan!" Chen Wei shouted excitedly, "I thought you didn't come today! Do you have a cold, I hear you sound weird."

Xuan Zhao's usual gentle voice was a little weak at this moment: "A small problem."

Chen Wei looked at Cen Baiyan who looked unhappy, stood up and hooked Xuanzhao's neck, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Teacher, stay away from Baiyan, he has eaten explosives."

Cen Baiyan stared closely at Chen Wei's hand holding Xuan Zhao, his gaze was like an arrow.

"Bring up all the items in this column." Luo Xiaoxiao pointed to the "Altitude" column on the wine list.

Xuan Zhao frowned imperceptibly, and subconsciously looked at Cen Baiyan: "."

"Listen to her." Cen Baiyan raised his feet, put his hands on the back of the chair, and his posture was very rogue, "Why, do you need to see your ID card? We are not children anymore, and it is legal to go in and out of bars."

Xuan Zhao narrowed his eyes and said "OK" in a low voice.

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at Xuan Zhao, and felt that the cripple was nothing special, just a cripple.

She snorted, played with her long curly hair with her fingers, and said coquettishly, "Bo Yan, how did you know this kind of person?"

Cen Baiyan raised his eyes and glanced at her lightly, Luo Xiaoxiao suddenly shuddered, and quickly changed his words: "It's quite inspirational to be physically disabled."

Cen Baiyan didn't speak, he lit another cigarette and watched Xuan Zhao's back in the rising smoke.

The lame man's feet were weak, his walking was even more unsteady than usual, his left arm was trembling on crutches, a drunken guest passed him by, and he staggered——

Cen Baiyan stood up abruptly.

"What's wrong?" Luo Xiaoxiao raised her head and asked, "Bo Yan?"

Fortunately, the passing security guards gave Xuan Zhao a hand, Xuan Zhao waved his hand politely, and bowed to the drunk guest again, as if to apologize.

——Is this cripple stupid?Someone bumped into him, but he was fine, and he nodded and bowed to him?

——Is he just letting others bully like this?

The iron plate in Cen Baiyan's heart was getting hotter and hotter, almost making him restless.

"Bo Yan?" Luo Xiaoxiao followed his gaze and saw Xuan Zhao's thin figure, she pursed her lips lightly.

15 minutes later, the entire table was full of wine.

Xuan Zhao's temples were drenched in cold sweat, and he forced himself to ask, "Is there anything else I need?"

"Teacher," Chen Wei felt that something was wrong with Xuan Zhao, "you should go home and rest, I think you're going to faint."

Xuan Zhao smiled and said, "Right now."

Cen Baiyan was sitting at the back of the sofa, and the ashtray in front of him had already fallen six cigarette butts.

"Then I'll go first," Xuan Zhao bowed slightly, turned his head and said to Chen Wei, "I asked for leave and left early, if you need anything, just call my colleague."

"Hurry up, hurry up." After such a short distance, Chen Wei realized that Xuanzhao's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and took out two tissues and handed them to him, "How sick are you?"

Xuan Zhao took the tissue and said gently, "It's fine, don't worry."

——He can accept Chen Wei's concern for him, so why does he have to be stubborn with me?

Without saying a word, Cen Boyan picked up a glass of martini and poured it into his mouth. Xuanzhao glanced at this scene from the corner of his eyes, moved his lips, and couldn't help but whispered, "This drink has a lot of aftertaste, but it still has little."

"Teacher Xuan," Luo Xiaoxiao interrupted him with a smile, "I heard that you, Bai Yan and Chen Wei are good friends, we won the game today, everyone is very happy, would you like to have a drink with us? "

Xuan Zhao bowed politely: "Sorry, the boss stipulates that we cannot drink with guests."

"We're friends, drinking with friends isn't a violation of the rules, right?" Luo Xiaoxiao blinked quietly, "Besides, you must be good at selling alcohol in this kind of place, right? Aren't all bartenders like this? , adding to the fun is also one of your jobs, right?"

It's best to let him get drunk and make a fool of himself in front of Cen Baiyan!

"Luo Xiaoxiao!" Chen Wei, who always had a playful smile, rarely lowered his face, "Why are you crazy?"

"That's right, Teacher Xuan," Cen Baiyan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "You should drink well, right?"

He rubbed the smooth glass wine glass with five fingers, and there was a smirk on his face, but his chest had already become a drum, and his heart was a drumstick, beating non-stop.

——Ask me for help, as long as you say "Bo Yan, I really don't know how to drink", I will help you out.

——Or you don't need to speak, you just have to look at me, just look at me.

Cen Baiyan didn't realize that he was always soft-hearted towards Xuan Zhao. He was sure that Xuan Zhao would ask him for help, but unexpectedly, Xuan Zhao didn't even look at him. He raised his hand and took off his mask, maintaining his elegant smile: "Indeed, adding to the fun is also my job."

Then, he raised a glass of red wine and drank it with his head raised. When he raised his head, the neck line was soft and fragile, and the blue blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible.

Cen Baiyan's five fingers tightened more and more.

Xuan Zhao drank a glass, followed by another glass. The others didn't understand the undercurrent between them, they only knew how to boo and applaud, let Xuan Zhao sit down and play a few cards with them.

In the corridor on the second floor, Uncle Gong watched everything that happened below, and the voice of the security guard came from the headset: "Uncle Gong, it's easy to cause accidents if the boss drinks like this, do you want me to stop it?"

Uncle Gong said in a low voice: "No, the young master has a good capacity for alcohol. For him, he won't be drunk at all."

In the lobby on the first floor, Xuan Zhao drank three glasses of wine in a row, and he shook his head, looking overwhelmed.

"Forget about playing cards," Xuan Zhao put on his mask again, "I'm not good at cards, so I won't disappoint everyone."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, his footsteps seemed a little hurried. Chen Wei looked at the three empty cups and was dumbfounded: "Isn't it? These are all spirits. Teacher Xiaoxuan is really good at drinking."

However, within a few steps, Xuan Zhao bent down and coughed violently. The guests at the table around him thought he was unlucky and kicked Xuan Zhao's right leg. Xuan Zhao staggered and almost fell.

"You can pretend," Luo Xiaoxiao snorted, "Isn't he lame on his left leg? Why can't his right leg stand up?"

"Fuck! Teacher Xiaoxuan fell this afternoon," Chen Wei slapped his thigh, "I saw his right ankle was knocked!"

Cen Baiyan's pupils constricted suddenly, and he growled, "Didn't you fucking say it earlier?"

Chen Wei: "...you tell me not to mention him!"

On the other side, Xuan Zhao barely stood up straight, and suddenly covered his mouth: "Ugh—"

He retched, coughed a few more times, and staggered to the bathroom on crutches.

Cen Baiyan's mind went blank, he couldn't care about anything else, he stepped on the coffee table and jumped out, pushed aside the crowd in the bar, and strode after him.

In the bathroom, Xuan Zhao was leaning on crutches with one hand and leaning on the sink with the other, bowing down and retching violently.

He hadn't eaten anything all day, and couldn't vomit anything at all. His stomach was churning, and the alcohol surged up. He was already dizzy and dizzy because of the high fever, but now it became more serious, and his eyes were dizzy.

"Are you fucking stupid!" Suddenly the door was kicked open violently, and a strong hand grabbed his arm, "You told me to leave you alone, and you just torment yourself like this?!"

Xuan Zhao raised his head panting, and saw Cen Baiyan's shadow in the mirror.

His eyes were hazy, his bangs wet with sweat stuck to his snow-white skin, his complexion was abnormally flushed, he blinked vigorously, and said in disbelief: "Bai Yan?"

Cen Baiyan took a long breath: "Drunk, right? You fucking—"

"No, you're not Bai Yan," Xuan Zhao shook his head suddenly, pursed his lips, and murmured, "Bai Yan doesn't care about me anymore, you're not Bai Yan."

Cen Baiyan couldn't describe how he felt. It was as if all the nerves in his body were being pulled by Xuan Zhao, and his heart was tightly huddled together. He wrapped his long arms around him, pulled Xuan Zhao into his arms, and said viciously: " Okay, Xuanzhao, you can do it, you won, and I can do it with your surname, right?"