The ruffian is hard to guard

"Really?" Fei Yue looked at Fei Fan and laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, "No way, my brother is notoriously cold and cold, and he doesn't bother to argue with others about the merits of his tongue."

Zhan Changsong snorted: "He can scold me from head to toe without repeating a single word."

"once..."

"Shut up." Fei Fan interrupted the two of them, separated the two heads that were getting closer, and whispered in Zhan Changsong's ear through gritted teeth, "Zhan Changsong, go as far as you can, don't hit my sister! "

Zhan Changsong was silent for a moment, then remembered that he had said that he wanted to pursue Sister Fei Fan.His eyes switched back and forth between the siblings without any concealment, and then looked at Fei Fan suspiciously: "You don't look alike either, Xiao Feiwu, you look much better than your sister."

The first-milk compatriots were both stunned, and then Fei Yue laughed in an unladylike way.

Fei Fan's face instantly turned red, and his eyes were so panicked that he couldn't rest his eyes. In order to cover up his gaffe, he forked an apple from the fruit plate and stuffed it into Zhan Changsong's mouth, saying viciously, "Shut your mouth and eat!"

"What are you talking about? It's so lively?" Zhou Sen sat down next to Zhan Changsong, and patted his shoulder with his hand, "Brother Zhan, come and play with two dice."

Fei Fan raised his eyes, guarded in his eyes.He lightly touched Zhan Changsong's hand on the sofa as a reminder.

Zhan Changsong took advantage of the situation and grabbed his hand, and crookedly hooked the young man's little finger in the dark.

He was so coquettish in private, with a calm face on his face, Zhan Laogou slowly replied: "The country people have never seen these, so they don't know how to play."

Zhan Changsong, a self-proclaimed countryman, made Zhou Sen even more arrogant, and encouraged him: "Whatever you can play or not is just rolling the dice to compare the size, it's very easy."

"Brother Zhan didn't show face, and didn't treat us as friends?" Zhou Sen continued to be aggressive.

Fei Fan was just about to save Zhan Changsong, but unexpectedly, the idiot was aroused and got into the pit smoothly: "Where is it, I'm afraid I won't spoil your interest, since brother Zhou doesn't mind, then come on. "

Then he turned his head and whispered to Fei Fan, "I'm good at dice. I won 36 dice when I was young."

Fei Fan's heart sank, it's over.

Sure enough, when Zhan Changsong sat around with the other young masters, Zhou Sen said with a smile, "Old rules, a total of ten rounds will be played, and whoever loses will pay."

There was a lot of response, and several young masters said yes again and again.

Only Zhan Changsong was dumbfounded.

"Isn't it a fine to drink if you lose?" He pretended to be calm and asked, puffing out a cigarette.

Zhou Sen was so happy that he went straight up: "Okay, just listen to Brother Zhan. If you lose, you will be fined and pay the bill."

Zhan Changsong choked up.

Fei Fan interjected at the right time: "Don't argue with me, I'll pay the bill today."

"Hey, this is our new rule recently. Fei Fan, please don't add to the chaos. No one cares about the consumption of only [-] yuan. Everyone is just looking for fun, isn't it?"

Everyone spoke in unison again, Fei Fan could only remain silent.

Zhou Sen smiled smugly with the corners of his mouth crooked. He winked at the young masters, and then began to shake the dice.

"It's okay, I'll be the one to lose." Fei Fan gently whispered in Zhan Changsong's ear to reassure him.

Zhan Changsong nodded solemnly, and then whispered back: "I don't necessarily lose."

Of course, he slapped the scene properly.

Zhan Changsong lost everything, lost again and again, and never won from the beginning to the end.The little bit of winning experience accumulated when I was a child is not enough to look at, and the losses are getting worse every time.

"It's the last one, let's go big this time."

"One, one, two, three, brother Zhan, you lost again." Zhou Sen kept his white teeth shining, and he was so happy that he never closed his mouth.

Zhan Changsong wiped the sweat from his hands onto his trousers, looked at a table of empty wine bottles, and counted silently in his heart: 40, 80, 200, 2000, shit, how much is that bottle of foreign wine.

He wished he could slap himself a few times. Just now, he drank several bottles of beer in order to take advantage of it. Now he will pay for it himself.

Is it too late to pretend to be drunk now?

Zhou Sen looked at Zhan Changsong who was glancing here and there, put his arms around Fei Fan, and asked in a voice that he could only hear: "Fei Fan, what the hell do you like about this bumpkin? It's better to be oppressed by a man..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

There was a piercing pain, and his arm was thrown away at a strange angle. The movement was not obvious, but it hurt to pull the flesh.Looking at the past along the strength, he was shocked by the fleeting cold light in Zhan Changsong's eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Fei Fan has changed hands.

Damn, he was a little anxious, and raised his other hand to beckon the waiter: "Brother Zhan, since you lost, you can settle the bill according to our rules."

"Let me do it." Fei Fan said quickly.

He hurried to grab the bill, but was stopped by Zhan Changsong.

"No need." The man said lightly, "I'll do it."

After all, he took out 30 yuan from his trouser pocket.

Fei Fan's brows twitched twice.

Zhou Sen was overjoyed when he saw it: "Brother Zhan, you can't settle the bill for a bottle of beer with this money. You are too kidding. But if you don't have the money to pay the bill, I'll let you work here to pay off the debt. Ten years or eight years, it will be paid back, hahaha..."

Zhou Sen took the lead and laughed loudly, Fei Fan frowned deeply, gritted his teeth and considered what color sack to buckle him tonight.

Amidst the laughter, Zhan Changsong seemed to have never heard of it.He slowly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and looked through the address book for a long time in the dim light before making a call.

"Xiao Zhou, yes, it's me. I'm in the provincial capital now. Send me some money. I'm in... Thirteen Degrees Bar. How much do I need? Let me see."

Zhan Changsong took the bill from the waiter and couldn't help but swear when he saw the number: "Fuck, it's so much, twenty-one thousand, I'll wait for you, then hang up."

He hung up the phone, and when he looked up and saw that everyone was looking at him, he calmly collapsed on the back of the sofa and grinned, "I'll ask someone to send over [-]. If you continue to spend, I don't care." .”

Zhou Sen chuckled, and his tone became more and more disdainful: "I know that Brother Zhan is not easy for you, and I still need to borrow this little money."

Zhan Changsong didn't know whether he was short-sighted or thick-skinned, he nodded approvingly, with the appearance of "good boy, he really is on the right track".

Zhou Sen choked up inexplicably, feeling that he hadn't humiliated him.

But within a quarter of an hour, the person who gave Zhan Changsong the money arrived.

The man was also wearing a full suit on a hot day, with his shirt buttoned up to the top, looking cold and ascetic.

He walked towards the booth step by step, and every step he took carried the arrogance and arrogance of a superior. In a noisy place of desire like a bar, his arrogance of arrogance over others was never contaminated in the slightest.