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250 I’m afraid that if I don’t get high, I won’t have a chance.

Zhan Yan spoke to the phone, feeling depressed and depressed, but there was a lot of noise on the other end of the phone. Grandpa shouted at the top of his lungs, "What did you say?!!! Louder! I can't hear you!"

Zhan Yan: "..." I dared him to say loneliness.

"Grandpa, I said I don't need to curse you! Don't call me an unworthy descendant either! Where are you now? I want to go back to my old house tonight."

Zhan Yan’s voice rose an octave.

He could hear the noise from Grandpa's side.

"What did you say? Louder! Young people speak so feebly! Haven't you eaten?"

Mr. Zhan was busy singing and dancing in the stands, and he didn't like Zhan Yan disturbing him.

Zhan Yan thought to himself, it’s not like I haven’t eaten!I don’t dare to go back to eat.

"Grandpa! Where are you making so much noise! ​​I said I would go back to my old house tonight! I want to talk to you!"

"What are we talking about? I'm having a high! I don't have time! I'm afraid I won't have a chance if I don't get high! After all, my grandson was cursed to get sick!"

Mr. Zhan finally heard it now, but he was not angry with Zhan Yan either.

After saying that, he hung up the phone gracefully.

There were a lot of beauties and handsome guys on the stage, singing and dancing, so he had no time to chat with the unscrupulous descendants.

It was the driver Lao Zhang who was beside Mr. Zhan who suffered.

The old man brought me to the bath center to get high. I also caught up with the bath center's anniversary. If I recharged 888, I could win a lottery and have beautiful girls dancing and singing.

Mr. Zhan filled 888 proudly, euphemistically calling it a down-to-earth life, but the driver, Zhang, was worried about how he would explain to his wife when he returned home with the unique fragrance of the bathing center.

Could it be that you are accompanying Mr. Zhan, who is in his 70s, to have a high?

Can his wife believe it?

……

Zhan Yan smiled bitterly after the old man hung up the phone. Is he so annoying now?

He couldn't bear the depression alone, he had to find someone to share it with.

Zhan Yan called Zhan Xiucheng. Zhan Xiucheng was drinking at the bar and asked Zhan Yan to find him.

Zhan Yan called Zhuang Tao together again.

Zhuang Tao had received Xiaoshan's WeChat message in advance and knew that Mr. Zhan was having a conflict with Wen Rao, and that they were threatening to hit the earth.

The gossipy Zhuang Tao wanted to know the ins and outs of the matter, so he went to the bar without hesitation.

Zhan Yan, who had arrived early when he went, had already drank a lot in the private room.

Zhan Xiucheng was eating oranges and watching the show.

Don't let the gloating emotion in your eyes be too obvious.

He didn't expect Zhan Yan to fall into love so quickly.Although it's not yet to the point where he can risk everything for Wen Rao, it's probably not far away.

Although Zhuang Tao was well prepared, Zhan Yan was still punished by Zhan Yan with drinking wine on an unfounded charge.

"Why are you wearing a white suit today? Do you think you are Prince Charming! My uncle and I are both wearing black, but you are the exception? Drink!"

Zhan Yan asked Zhuang Tao to drink for the above reasons.

Zhuang Tao looked at Zhan Xiucheng with pleading eyes.

Zhan Xiucheng is Zhan Yan's elder after all, so his words may work.

But Zhan Xiucheng shook his head and pointed to the row of empty beer bottles in front of him.

He also drank a lot and was helpless.

No one can persuade Zhan Yan today.

He must be allowed to vent.

Zhuang Tao's drinking capacity was okay. After blowing a bottle, Zhan Yan glanced at him with drunken eyes and continued to criticize, "You used to drink faster than you do now! Are you being too slow today to get angry with me? Drink again!"

Zhuang Tao: "..." Where is the delay? ? ?But he didn't dare to say it.

Zhuang Tao blew another bottle.

"Why did you hold the bottle with your left hand this time? You used your right hand before! Are you cheating? You didn't drink at all and secretly poured the wine? Drink again!"

Zhan Yan slapped the table, as if he didn't want to drink.

Zhuang Tao wanted to cry but had no tears.

I haven’t even inquired about this gossip at all, and I’ve already blown three bottles.