Chapter 712 I Will Accompany You, Don't Be Sad

"Qianshan Bird Flying Jue, lost a shoe, good, talented, so talented, applause..."

Seeing Leng Yan standing on the table, holding a wine bottle and applauding himself while reciting poems, everyone's expressions at this time, "..."

It was the first time Han Luoqi saw Leng Yan drunk, and was startled by his reaction.

too talented.

If Li Bai heard these poems, he would probably crawl out of the coffin, right?

Xia Weibao, who had punched together just now, was pulled over by Leng Yan, and wanted to recite poems together to fight against each other.

Xia Weibao expressed his contempt, she really couldn't compose this kind of poem!

Just wanted Xu Jiayang to take his Leng Yan away, but he didn't want Xu Jiayang to be sitting in the corner, drinking on his own.

Looking at the pile of wine bottles in front of him, the situation is probably not much better...

"Director Xu, Director Xu."

Xia Weibao kicked Xu Jiayang, Xu Jiayang raised his drunken eyes and looked at her fixedly.

"Leng Yan is drunk."

"Oh, I'll take him back."

Xu Jiayang stood up unsteadily as he spoke.

This way, it's frightening to see.

Both of them seemed to be drunk, and they definitely didn't dare to let the two drunks go back by themselves, so Han Luoqi sent them back.

And Xia Shi sent Xia Weibao and Zhuang Xuejun back.

Xia Weibao also drank tonight, so he didn't dare to let her drive.

After Han Luoqi sent Xu Jiayang and Leng Yan home, he was a little worried. They are both drunk, so nothing will happen, right?

Xu Jiayang waved his hand, "It's okay, I'll just take care of him."

Han Luoqi looked at it and was sure that Xu Jiayang's footsteps were just a little swaying, but his consciousness was still clear, so he went back.

Xu Jiayang was only slightly drunk, while Leng Yan was really drunk.

Moreover, President Leng's way of getting drunk is different from others. When others are drunk, he is drunk, but when he is drunk, he revises ancient poems, and he revises the original one to death.

Xu Jiayang was in a bad mood today, so he didn't bother him and let him go crazy.

So Leng Yan put on a quilt, hugged a pillow, and chanted poems to the pillow like coaxing a child.

"It rains a lot during the Ching Ming Festival, if you want to break up, break up together."

"The beacon fire lasts for three months, I love Yueyue the most."

"Where is the broken country, I will still be there when you die."

"Looking back and smiling at Bai Meisheng, you will be full once you eat."

"Your heart pleases you, you don't know, if you know, you will eat chicken."

"It's hard to give up on a natural beauty, you're a fart at best..."

While groaning, they embraced a pillow and kissed.

Xu Jiayang sat in the room and looked at it for a while, and after making sure that he was just hugging the pillow tonight, not the toilet brush, he didn't care about him anymore.

I went downstairs, took a bottle of wine from the refrigerator, sat on the sofa and drank it sullenly.

Today he is in a bad mood, very bad.

He couldn't figure out how the two friends who were so good in the past had come to be where they are today.

Chu Ying, the woman he once liked, has gone crazy.

Wan Ke, the man he once regarded as a brother, has also been ruined.

Why have you come to this point?

Unable to figure it out, he took another sip of beer, then stared straight ahead in a daze.

Footsteps were heard behind him, and someone slumped onto the sofa from behind.

Leng Yan staggered and stroked Xu Jiayang's body to get up.

"A Yang, don't feel sad for those people, they don't... hiccup... worth it."

Xu Jiayang turned his head and looked at the drunken man beside him. He was clearly about to fall down, but he was still getting up.

"Why did you come out?"

"I'll... hiccup... I'll accompany you, don't be sad, you still have... hiccup... you still have me..."