After the draft became popular, he was secretly favored by the paranoid boss

Zhang Cheng: "..."

Cui Bin: "..."

Zhang Cheng raised his head, nodded silently, with a sullen expression on his face: "It seems...he is really drunk."

Cui Bin was annoyed and made a knife point.

"I didn't expect it either! You didn't see his posture of bragging against me with a bottle of wine, let alone a tiger! Who would have thought that he would pour a glass!" Zhang Cheng was annoyed.

Before the words fell, Gu Nanci, who was in bloom, turned around for a second and stared seriously:

"What are you talking about! You only pour one cup!"

The dark eyes stared for a second, then lost focus and drifted away for a while, successfully restarted again, and his eyes fell on the table.

He was confused for a moment, but then he clasped his hands firmly, hugging the empty bottle in front of Zhang Cheng tightly, and pushed with his elbow, pushing the wine bottle that was less than a glass in front of him to Zhang Cheng.

Lifting her chin, like a proud kitten, with a disdainful tone:
"If you don't finish drinking your own, you will still steal my victory! Shameless!"

Zhang Cheng: "..."

Look at the colleagues around you.

In fact, that pretty face is ignorant, has lost its aggressiveness, and its big clear eyes stare at you blankly, making people want to be pampered by a little fairy just by looking at it.

Plus.

Gu Nanci, who was already dizzy and confused, and Zhang Cheng, who visually judged that nothing was wrong.

Anyone who doesn't know how much to drink will think that Gu Nanci is the one with the three bottles!

...Of course, there is also a matter of pouring a glass that is too fantasy in reality, and it is not convincing to directly reject it.

Zhang Cheng wants to cry but has no tears.

He really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash himself away!

Cui Bin supported his forehead.

Having had a drink with Zhang Cheng before, he certainly knows the strength of this guy.

but……

Should say or not.

He stared at the small paper cup in front of him.

Then look at Gu Nanci who was obediently holding the bottle and fell into a downtime.

...This is really a bit outrageous.

Suddenly, Gu Nanci slowly raised his eyes, staring at them with pitch-black eyes, and said solemnly: "Can you stop turning around, I'm really dizzy."

The little drunk really hammered.

Trying to wake it up again, but Gu Nanci seems to have drifted to a new world, and he doesn't know where to dance with the villain.

Looking at that pretty face sleeping peacefully and soundly, I am so innocent, amusing and want to laugh.

Cui Bin couldn't help but laugh, pulled a blanket over it, and said to Zhang Cheng, "Forget it, let's sleep for a while, you can find Nanci's mobile phone, call his manager and ask him to pick it up..."

As he spoke, Cui Bin paused.

Looking at Zhang Cheng's actions, he was speechless.

I saw Zhang Cheng holding his mobile phone, only a few tens of centimeters away, taking a face-to-face photo with the drunk and quiet Gu Nanci.

While preparing to click, he muttered:

"Tsk tsk tsk, let you brat hate me every day! Don't talk about it this time? See if I don't keep a few black photos of you..."

"Damn! Why is it so good-looking when you're drunk? The face is 360 degrees flawless???"

Zhang Cheng doubts life.

Staring at the camera in hand, every frame is beautiful.

... This black photo of riding a horse as a fart!

sad truth.

It seems that people are good-looking, the kind of good-looking with no dead angles, and the good-looking ones that can't even find a dark angle!
The bitter Zhang Cheng took a random photo, feeling that it was a slap in the face for himself, and silently put it back in his pocket.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to call someone with Gu Nanci's mobile phone on the corner of the table.

Haven't come across yet.

A faster afterimage was missed in front of my eyes.

With a snap of his fair five fingers, he grasped the phone back firmly, and his sharp black eyes swept over him in a second.

It was full of momentum, and the sense of intimidation even made Zhang Chengyuan stunned.

In the next second, accompanied by a crisp sound of cracking, an octave-high fragrant word came out of Zhang Cheng's mouth.

"Lying! Slot!"

The shouting made the earth shake and the mountains shake, shaking the world and weeping ghosts and gods.

Cui Bin was shocked when he received a call suddenly.

Look back.

Everyone was frozen, staring blankly at Gu Nanci over there.

The handsome young man was motionless, quiet and well-behaved, his brain paralyzed by alcohol was still slow.

and many more!

In that hand, there was a glass bottle...in two pieces? ? ?
not far away.

Outside the lobby.

"Master Fu, you're here, I'll just go in and see you off!" the assistant respectfully said to the man next to him.

Fu Zhijin stood leaning against the wall, wearing a black overcoat, blending in with the dark corridor that was darkened by voice control, looking indifferent and alienated.

The scarlet light spot moved up slowly, and the light came on due to the sound of the door opening.

Reflecting the light, the man's knuckles were exposed, and between the index finger and middle finger was a lit cigarette.

With an inadvertent glance, the movements in his hands stopped suddenly.

At the same time, the assistant who was about to enter through the sliding door also stood still.

Coincidentally.

It collided with the good scene in the house.

In the bright lights, a young man who was stunned and aphasic just by looking at his profile pulled out an empty bottle.

Then, porcelain white's slender hands shook hands.

A click.

The bottle body and the mouth of the bottle are separated on the spot!

There was silence.

Gu Nanci held the murder weapon in his hand, glanced at the mobile phone he had taken back, and stared threateningly, threatening fiercely:
"Little thief! What do you want!"

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Crazy shaking his head.

How can this horse dare to move! ! !

The impact on the scene is too great.

At the beginning, Qian Yueliu took Gu Nanci for a stroll, and he would come here every now and then to break the bottle to frighten him.

It seems that this skill has been inherited.

At critical moments, even if you don't realize it, your conditioned reflex will break.

Gu. Looks weak, but he can twist your head with bare hands. Nan Ci: Smile for life.jpg
This time I dare not approach at all.

No one expected that that fragile and fragile appearance would have such awesome combat power.

But looking at the sharp and uneven glass, I was worried that I would not be conscious when I was drunk, and what would I do if I scratched myself.

Cui Bin and the others were just about to talk nicely to coax the kids.

The sound of shoes falling to the ground sounded.

Cui Bin raised his head and met that handsome face.

The pupils straightened for a moment, and the voice was surprised: "Fu—Fu—"

Fu Zhijin casually crushed the unfinished half of a cigarette into the glass ashtray on the coffee table.

First, he glanced at the large and small wine bottles on the table, frowned, then saw Gu Nanci who was obviously not quite right, and finally his eyes fell on the two pieces of glass held by the fair fingers.

As if the ice had melted, the coldness around him suddenly dissipated, and deep in his eyes were worries that couldn't be hidden.

The voice slowed down, and a low-alcohol magnetic voice sounded in Gu Nanci's ears:

"Nanci, can you give it to me? It's dangerous and will hurt you."

no respond.

Fu Zhijin lowered his head, and patiently said softly again, "Nanci?"

Aside, the pupils of the assistant who followed were shocked.

Facing the gentle and patient patriarch in front of him, who seemed to have been reborn from a bag, he felt the collapse of his worldview.

Cui Bin also stared straight.

She was astonished at the scene in front of her as she refreshed her cognition.

Who would have guessed.

Just when Fu Zhijin raised his hand, ready to help remove it.

ding ding dong.

Gu Nanci first put down the broken wine bottle by himself.

Then he covered his mouth and nose, and pushed Fu Zhijin away.

Then he coughed uncontrollably.

Wrinkled and full of disgust, he said, "Stay away from me...kekeke...stay away..."