Wealth

Fan Wubing was lying on the bed, frowning slightly, his shirt was slightly loose, his face looked a little pale, but the effect of alcohol made his face a bit pale and rosy, his relatively heroic brows entered his temples, and his breathing was steady and loose. With an indescribable breath.

Xia Xue stared blankly at Fan Wuyi who was in deep sleep, and suddenly realized that the charm of this mysterious boy was very unique, completely different from the male classmates or friends she had met.

"Why are you so different?" Xia Xue couldn't help but cautiously touched Fan Wuxue's rosy lips with her hand. She felt her heart beating very fiercely. After a long struggle in her heart, she finally lowered her body slowly. After coming down, he pressed his lips to Fan Wu's lip a little nervously.

"Uh-" Before Xia Xue could taste the taste of the first kiss, the intoxicated Fan Wuyao suddenly hiccuped.

Although Fan Wubing did not eat, he only drank a bottle of half-old Baifen. The breath from his mouth did not smell like sour food, but only the impact of high-concentration alcohol gave him a longing. Xia Xue brought great excitement.

What's even more hateful is that Fan Wubing subconsciously rolled over, and with a wave of his left arm, he brought Xia Xue to the bed, pressed half of his body, and then pressed down one leg.

Xia Xue had no idea that she would be suppressed by Fan Wubing's intoxicating action, compared to Fan Wubing. She had to be relatively petite, and she was a little bit breathless when she was so pressed by Fan Wuyi, and she felt squeezed and deformed in front of her chest.

So she struggled for a fight, trying to break free from Fan Wuyao's suppression, but Fan Wuyao spit out another breath of alcohol at her, and the strong alcohol smell made her a little dizzy and nauseous.

Xia Xue felt that her stomach was about to turn out, and finally burst out her greatest strength, pushing Fan Wuyao back. Then he broke free from the entanglement of his arms and legs. At this moment, she felt her stomach turned upside down and couldn't bear it anymore. She immediately rushed into the bathroom, knelt down in front of the toilet and vomited.

"We will marry a chicken and a dog in the future. You can't marry a drunkard either!" Xia Xue was vomiting dimly. Finally, he leaned weakly against the bathroom door, secretly swearing.

When Fan Wubing woke up, he felt dry lips and a little pain in his head. He said that wine is really not a good thing. In the future, it will still have to be limited.

However, thinking of two bottles of old Baifen before he was reborn, this time he just drank a bottle and a half, or filled the ground in a small bottle, how he became drunk like this is really puzzling. Could it be that your body has become more immature after rebirth?

Fan Wubing shook his head. Sit up. I looked around, but it was not in the hotel where I was staying.

He patted his head. He gradually remembered, this is Xia Xuedi's room! After recording the song, she was already too drunk. It was Xia Xue who helped herself to rest in her room, as if she had asked herself some questions, but her mind was completely blank, and she couldn't remember what it was.

"What a weird feeling!" Fan Wubing licked his dry lips, then looked at the bed. It seemed that he was uneasy sleeping in the bed. The bed sheet seemed to be torn by a few people rolling on it. Crumpled.

I'm so embarrassed that I ruined the little girl's bed like this.

Fan Wubing jumped out of the bed, and suddenly felt that his stomach was very empty. Then he remembered that he hadn't eaten anything before drinking. I don't know how long he was drunk. At this time, a revolution had begun in his stomach. Now, the gurgling keeps ringing.

"Xia Xue! Xia Xue!" Fan Wuyao yelled twice. Seeing no one agreed, he estimated that Xia Xue was not in the house, so he walked to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, took two sips, and relieved his throat. The dry condition then started tossing in the kitchen, looking for something to eat to cushion her belly.

It’s a pity that Xia Xue is not like a girl who can cook by herself. Her refrigerator is empty, she doesn’t even have instant noodles, let alone vegetables, but there is half an apple with tooth marks on it. It was obviously eaten by Xia Xue.

"Girls now! It's—oh—" Fan Wuyao shook his head, and continued to search for food.

As a result, I rummaged through the entire kitchen and couldn’t find anything to eat. There were two arowanas in the fish tank in the living room. They were not small, but Fan Wuyao estimated that if he ate this, Xia Xue would have taken it. All over the world with a knife to chase him down.

So he decided to go outside to find something to eat.

After tidying up, I took the apple that Xia Xue had gnawed halfway and continued to gnaw it. I walked out of the room and found out. It turned out that it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. No wonder I was so hungry that I didn’t eat anything for more than ten hours. NS!

When I arrived at the front desk and asked about it, neither Xia Donghai nor Feng Xiaonan came back, and Xia Xue seemed to have gone out long ago, and has not turned around yet. Fan Wuyi thought about it. If this is the case, no one is going to take care of his own food. Just left a note at the front desk and went out by himself.

Shanghai Beach at night is actually the busiest time. Many small vendors appeared along both sides of the street, frying and roasting various snacks and snacks. Fan Wuyao touched his pocket, and there were a few inside. small change.

He is not very accustomed to carrying money by his side. The pockets are usually empty. It is really rare to find a few change notes this time. He counted, it was just enough to buy ten skewers of quail for himself and a glass of draft beer, so he paid, and then, with a beer and a plate on which the quail was placed, he found a place to sit down and eat slowly. It is also a kind of enjoyment to watch the beauties walking around on the side of the road.

"Business and industry are here!" I don't know who shouted. As a result, all of a sudden, the street vendors on the road began to roll up their things and quickly fled the scene.

In the blink of an eye, Fan Wuyao realized that there was no one around him, but he was sitting on a flower pond with a plate of roasted quail and draft beer, which looked a little abrupt.

After a while, I saw the gray clothes of the industry and commerce appear, and a group of people carrying confiscated pots, basins, and so on, encountered a suggested stove that had not had time to take away. He went forward and kicked it down. Water it out again.

"Is this stall yours?" Someone walked over and asked when the stall next to Fan Wuyi was still there.

Fan Wubing is eating, roasting quail with beer. The taste is good. After being hungry for the whole day, he finally filled his stomach half and half, and was slowly consuming the remaining half. He was suddenly interrupted by someone. Naturally, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, so he slanted his eyes and glared at the man. . Did not pay attention to him, continue to eat.

"I want to ask you something, kid." Seeing that Fan Wubing ignored him, the man suddenly felt that his face was lost, so he went over and pushed and knocked over the beer that Fan Wubing was holding.

"Damn!" Fan Wubing suddenly furious.

Originally, he didn't care about what someone would come over to do, he only cared about eating for himself. Who knows that this person is so rude. He even knocked over his own beer, and two of them rolled to the ground with quail. Moreover, a part of the beer was spilled on Fan Wuyao's clothes, which looked soggy, and Fan Wuyao, who had not eaten it, immediately became angry.

He stood up suddenly, looked at the man in front of him, and saw him in a gray uniform, but it didn't look like his own clothes. "You **** don't have eyes? Or did you deliberately come to find the difference? Didn’t I see that Lao Tzu eats?!"

"The kid is not courageous! I think this stall is your land!" The man was scolded by Fan Wuyao and immediately became angry. He rolled up his sleeves and wanted to beat Fan Wuyao.

Where would Fan Wubing give him a chance, he kicked it directly, hitting the man's face, and he was kicked one by one. The man fell to the ground with a bruised nose and two nosebleeds immediately.

"The hawker hit someone--" The businessmen next to him immediately noticed the movement here, shouting and rushing over.

Depend on! Can they recognize me? ! How did you know that I am Xiaofan? ! Fan Wubing suddenly felt a little inexplicable. His feelings were that the hangover hadn't completely subsided. At this time, his brain was still a little useless.

Fan Wubing is not afraid of group fights. In the group fights, the opponent can play a role, in fact, it is just a few people around, which is not worth mentioning to him. Besides, the combat effectiveness of industrial and commercial areas is still far worse than that of the police. Fan Wuyi was able to deal with a dozen criminal police officers when he was a child, and he is getting better now. But now in Shanghai, it’s better not to be too outrageous, so Fan Wuyin raised a plate to cover his face and kicked with his legs in a series, kicking the surrounding businessmen to the ground, creating a channel. , He quickly ran away.

The businessmen who fell to the ground behind were groaning and wanting to take revenge. On the one hand, they called an ambulance to treat the wounded. Suffered from injuries ranging from severity to severity, the police asked the police to capture the murderer.

Fan Wubing ran alone, then slipped back to the New Silk Road Entertainment Company along the same path.

Fortunately, when he slipped away, there were four or five roasted quails in his hands, so there was no need to worry about getting hungry at night.

Fan Wubing pushed the door open as soon as he pushed it. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. He said that he seemed to have closed the door when he left. It only appeared after entering that Xia Xue had already returned.

"When did you wake up? Didn't you run out to eat?" Xia Xue felt a little nauseous when she saw Fan Wuyiju.

The main reason was that the irritation was too severe during the day. At this moment, Fan Wuxue still smelled of alcohol. As soon as Xia Xue smelled the smell, she couldn't control herself and rubbed her stomach twice. , It is considered to be relieved.

"Stealing food?! No!" Fan Wubing was asked by Xia Xue, only to remember that he really ran out to eat. He didn't call Xia Xue, but it was considered stealing, so he left what was left. Several quails were handed to Xia Xue, "Hey, this is it, grilled quail, do you like it?"

At this time, Xia Xue felt a little better in her stomach. When she saw the greasy roasted quail being held by Fan Wuyao, she didn’t know how to do it. Her stomach became uncomfortable again, and she immediately rushed to the bathroom. , Retching again.

Fan Wubing took the roasted quail and looked at Xia Xue some inexplicably. He said that I was just roasted quail, and it was not a poison. Are you having such a big reaction? Why did Xia Xue change this way after not seeing her for a few hours?

"Xiaoxuemei~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You look like this, don't you have it?" Fan Wuyao suddenly felt an unlikely feeling in his mind, and couldn't help asking.

No, Fan Wubing thought that although Xia Xue had returned from the United States, her family education had always been strict, shouldn't this happen? But seeing her vomiting up in a mess, she almost vomited all her bile, it really looked like a pregnancy reaction.

Xia Xue there finally stopped, and was getting a glass of water to rinse her mouth. After hearing Fan Wubing’s words, she didn’t have much energy to argue with him, but hummed feebly, "It’s not because You!"

Fan Wubing would be wrong, thinking that something really happened between her and herself.

"Oh, drinking mishap! Did I unknowingly really have something to do with her?" Fan Wubing couldn't remember the situation at all, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

However, even if it's something between yourself and her, there won't be such an immediate effect, right?

Fan Wubing scratched his head, looking at Xia Xue, who was pale and weak against the bathroom wall, and felt a little puzzled.