Driver of The Beautiful CEO

Fang Tao found a problem. With enough wine control, accompanying Liu Yanbo to drink is almost the same as finding death.

About two hours later, a box of 40 bottles of Red Star Erguotou had five bottles left, of which Liu Yanbo drank 26 bottles.

A 100ml bottle of Red Star Erguotou weighs about two or two, twenty-six bottles, that is about five pounds. This amount is really water!

More importantly, Liu Yanbo opened the 27th bottle.

Now in Fang Tao's eyes, Liu Yanbo is like a freak. Others drink more and more uncomfortably, and the more crazy they drink, and he is more and more sober, and more and more silent.

Fortunately, Liu Yanbo is not a person who likes to persuade alcohol, otherwise Fang Tao feels that he will definitely drive him out with a broomstick.

Goodong ～

Liu Yanbo suffocated half a bottle again, then lit a cigarette. From the beginning of drinking to the present, he has counted how many words he said with ten fingers.

It was still raining outside the window. Under the night, the Wanjia lights were covered with a thin layer of water mist, which looked cold and misty.

Liu Yanbo's slap mark on his face has not faded, just like a ruthless brand, not only on his face but also in his heart.

This bustling metropolis made of reinforced concrete is really cold?

Goodong ~

Liu Yanbo drank the 27th bottle, the hot sensation flowed from the esophagus into the stomach, and then spread throughout his body ...

Hiss ... ha ...

Liu Yanbo groaned and groaned comfortably, but invisiblely, his sense of loneliness seemed to be more and more intense.

"Don't drink it." Just when Liu Yanbo reached out and picked up the 28th bottle, Fang Tao couldn't help but stop him. "A drunk can't solve a thousand worries, and you are still a person who doesn't want to be drunk, so why should you fight with yourself?"

Liu Yanbo released his hand and smiled: "I have passed the age of using alcohol to relieve my sorrow. A long time ago, I had no other reason to drink than to drink."

He is talking about facts, but he is also quibbling.

At least Fang Tao did not believe Liu Yanbo ’s words very much. Although he is like a hermit who does not ask the world, he is still one of the heirs of the Fang family in the sea. Someone will still tell him.

Lu Tianhao is back.

Fang Tao knew this news before Liu Yanbo came.

Combining this news with the conspicuous slap print on Liu Yanbo's face, Fang Tao can guess things out with his toes.

He guessed it, but he never mentioned a serious sentence from beginning to end.

Fang Tao knows that some people cannot be persuaded. The more you persuade him, the deeper he will hide his thoughts, the more he will not forget.

Fang Tao also knows that Liu Yanbo is such a person. So he had to take the sentence: "You are not drinking anymore, are you having a grudge against it?"

Liu Yanbo smiled, slouched on the sofa and stopped talking, clear and bright eyes stayed outside the window.

Most of the time, Liu Yanbo has been looking out the window.

Is he waiting for the rain to stop? Or who are you looking forward to?

Fang Tao is used to Liu Yanbo's dull gourd state. Fortunately, he is not a person who talks too much, so there is nothing embarrassing to say.

Sitting idly is lonely, but it is also a kind of enjoyment, which allows you enough time to recognize the reality.

Liu Yanbo is not a saint, but he is quite sure he is not angry with Yin Hanruo.

He knew that she did not love herself as if she did not love her.

Liu Yanbo knows that in this marriage without emotion, it is a matter of time before this kind of situation appears, and he was already mentally prepared the day he received the certificate.

It ’s just that Liu Yanbo did n’t think that his own ability in this area seemed to be as strong as he thought, so that he did n’t even know what to do next, or even tonight. Where to stay overnight.

Hotel?

Liu Yanbo didn't want to go, that kind of place was too cold for him now.

This is not hypocrisy, but a sequelae, a sequelae of a prodigal son's excessive covetous home.

"Home" is not a pure home, but Liu Yanbo still feels that in the city of Haishi, the No. 13 villa belonging to Yin Hanruo in Zizhuyuan is his home, at least until now. thought.

Liu Yanbo began to regret a little, regretting that he should not have accepted Yin Hanruo's unreliable marriage transaction.

From home to homelessness, this is Liu Yanbo's second experience in his life, and the taste is still so uncomfortable for him.

He decided to talk to her.

Whether to continue to make up, or to be chic again, Liu Yanbo needs Yin Hanruo to give a clear answer.

He didn't want this thing to bother himself for too long, after all, his life in the sea market would continue.

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The night is as dark as ink, the rain is getting bigger and bigger.

Liu Yanbo walked alone on the street, holding the umbrella Fang Tao gave him, holding the 28th bottle of wine today in the other hand.

He was thinking about looking for Yin Hanruo, but he was not going back to Zizhuyuan.

Liu Yanbo walked slowly through the streets, and his swaying pace looked like he was drunk and got a little drunk.

Walked through a few busy streets and turned two small alleys with particularly dim lights ...

Let's go and walk until the Huangjiang River, Liu Yanbo stopped.

This river is one of the earliest artificially dredged rivers in history, and it is the mother river of the sea market, but some people said in private: This is a sinking river.

Because of this in the Yellow River, there is no way of knowing how many people have been thrown in to feed Wang Ba.

Those shameless activities, those grudges ...

Nothing can be greater than human ambition, and nothing can be more terrible than human desires.

On the edge of the Yellow River, there are always wins and losses.

Liu Yanbo undoubtedly chose one of the most hidden places on both sides of the Yellow River. Even if a cruise ship passes by, the searchlight will never hit this area where he is, because no tourist will like to see the rotten grass and crook Neck tree.

There is no surveillance here, no pedestrians in a hurry, and people who can run here in the big night are all harboring ghosts.

Liu Yanbo glanced back into the depths of darkness. This was the first time he had just walked along the way and said lightly: "Come out."

Who is he talking to?

Soon after coming out of the Fang Tao milk tea shop, Liu Yanbo found that someone was following him, and all of them were good hands.

No one came out in the darkness, and no one answered him. There was still only the sound of wind and rain and the sound of the river flowing beside him.

Liu Yanbo turned back to look at the surface of the river, but the moment he turned back, just when his back door opened wide—

There are three cold lights coming silently and breaking through the air, revealing the murderous opportunity.

The river is rolling and autumn rain is rolling.

Tonight, who will be the non-returning person in this Huangjiang River?