71: C71 A Liar

C71 A Liar

After settling the two drunk girls, Han Qiang and Cher exited the room and gently closed the door.

The moment the door closed, Wang Na, who was drunk to the point of mush, opened her eyes. She looked at the tightly shut door with misty eyes and pouted unhappily. "He didn't even do anything when he delivered himself to the door. What kind of prodigal son is he? Pure and pure, a dead wood ~ "

Wang Na muttered as she turned around and fell into a deep sleep.

Han Qiang looked at the floor full of wine bottles and there were not many dishes left on the table. He smiled and said, "Ms Yu, it's late. Let's fight another day."

Lan Siyu's long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly as she slammed the table in a heroic manner, "How can the children of the Jianghu fight midway? They will not stop until the male and female are decided!"

Gu Xue'er said worriedly, "I just drunk two older sisters and there are no dishes on the table. Mr Qiang, Ms Yu, it is better not to drink."

Lan Siyu's long and narrow eyes glanced at her and said, "Sister Xue'er is late. Auntie is still waiting at the company. Mr Qiang and I will send you back. At the same time, we will set up some skewers at the roadside in front of the company to continue drinking."

Gu Xue'er saw that she could not persuade her and could only nod her head obediently. The three of them left the house in a mess.

It was only summer at night in the Northeast. The research institute's business clothes were barbecued by caravans from both sides to the night. A large number of people went to drink and eat skewers. Business was surprisingly good. It was often open for business until five or six o'clock in the morning the next day.

The two of them sent Gu Xue'er back to the company and watched the mother and daughter leave. Lan Siyu carelessly put her hand on Han Qiang's shoulder. "Mr Qiang, go to the caravans in the east. Their roasted waists are first-class. Bite it down and it's oily and fragrant. "

When he was still alive, Han Qiang had lived on this street for more than three years. He was very familiar with these stalls. He smiled and nodded. "Ms Yu, go and take a seat first. I will go to the stall on the other side of the road to buy spicy fried shrimp tails. The wine will definitely be delicious."

Lan Siyu's eyes lit up and patted his shoulder hard." Mr Qiang is quite knowledgeable. Other than his waist, I like his spicy stir-fried shrimp tails the most. "

Han Qiang ordered two large plates of spicy fried shrimp tails. These kinds of small lobsters that were later blown to be about two or three dollars were only eighteen dollars for a large plate of shrimp tails. Two people could eat until they were full for one hundred dollars.

Summer nights without beer and barbecued meat had no soul. The two of them sat on the street stalls, enjoying the cool night wind and drinking iced beer. It was indescribably refreshing.

Lan Siyu picked up the bottle and touched it with him. Her beautiful eyes looked at him meaningfully. "What exactly is Mr Qiang's background? How can he talk so well and be so good at fighting?"

"They are both children of the pugilistic world. Let's drink first." Han Qiang raised his head and drank a bottle.

Lan Siyu accompanied him to drink a bottle, but she did not have any intention of letting him go. Her beautiful eyes stared straight at him.

Han Qiang laughed involuntarily and said, "In the past, when I was in the first year of high school, I was not sensible and followed a few classmates for a period of time. Later on, I studied some messy things in order to write a book, and now I am like this."

Lan Siyu asked curiously, "Chaotic things? Picking up girls or swindling girls?"

Han Qiang opened a bottle of cold beer and handed it to her. He smiled and said, "It is impossible to swindle and swindle people. What you learn are things like picking up girls and learning Feng Shui metaphysics, such as fortune-telling and hand reading."

"Looking at my hands, right? Help me look at my marriage."

Lan Siyu put the beer bottle aside and generously handed her left hand over.

Han Qiang gulped down a mouthful and held her slightly cool little hand. He looked at it for one or two minutes and his right finger gently drew a few lines on his palm. She only felt an itch and almost laughed out loud.

"Ms Yu's marriage is not very optimistic." Han Qiang frowned and said.

Lan Siyu glared at him unhappily, "Forget it. You are playing a trick to fool people again. Why don't you tell me why my marriage is not optimistic?"

Han Qiang said seriously, "From the looks of it, Ms Yu's parents should have divorced before you were ten years old. Their failed marriage has caused you to have some trauma in your heart towards the relationship between men and women. This kind of psychological behavior during the early stages of the marriage is cynical. For example, if you go out and mingle in society, it will be one of the manifestations of revenge. In the future, you will have someone you love. But you won't get married easily, and you might be single for many years."

"What the heck!? Mr Qiang is so amazing. He can even calculate the divorce of my parents?"

Lan Siyu said in surprise.

Han Qiang smiled evilly and let go of her hand. "Let's drink a bottle and I will unravel the mystery."

Lan Siyu did not say another word and just drank another bottle. She asked curiously, "Mr Qiang, quickly tell me, how did you calculate it so accurately?"

Han Qiang laughed and said, "Accurate my ass. It was Zhang Ming who told me. As for the second half, it was just a lie that I made up. As the saying goes, look at your hand. It was just to trick a beauty's hand to touch it."2

Lan Siyu angrily gave him a punch. "You liar. You must punish me with three bottles of wine. Otherwise, I will be angry!"

"Drink ~"

How could Han Qiang be afraid in front of a girl? He drank three bottles heroically.

Lan Siyu went over and hugged Han Qiang's shoulder like a good brother. She sighed softly, "Although the first half was said by Zhang Ming with his big mouth, the second half of Mr Qiang's reasoning was... If I hadn't met you, I'm afraid I would still be a female hooligan now. I fight and kill people every day. Maybe I'll find a man to sleep with in the future. I wouldn't even think about getting married. "

Han Qiang looked at her seriously. "A person's fate will change. I have successfully changed my own fate. I will also change the fate of the people around me, so that you and their lives will no longer have any regrets."

"Great Fraud, you said that you were fat and you were even gasping for air!" Lan Siyu had a look of disbelief on her face.

Han Qiang said slowly, "It's fine to drink. I will tell Ms Yu a story while drinking."

With the story of drinking, Lan Siyu quietly put down the small thoughts in her heart from before and looked like she was listening attentively.

Han Qiang drank another bottle and told her his past calmly.

Lan Siyu was deeply attracted by the story's story and the more she heard, the more she felt the taste. She drank the iced beer very straightforwardly.

Han Qiang, who was immersed in the past, drank a lot of wine and talked a lot. In the end, he was completely talking to himself. He seemed to be reminiscing the past and also seemed to be taking this opportunity to say goodbye to his past.

When he came back to his senses, there were dozens of empty beer bottles beside them. Lan Siyu was already drunk into a puddle of mud and fell asleep on the table.

Big sister, who was usually valiant, was now as weak as a little girl. Her long eyelashes fluttered back and forth as she breathed.

Han Qiang looked at his watch. It was already past three o'clock in the morning and the horizon was already slightly lit up. He lightly patted Lan Siyu's shoulder, "Ms Yu, wake up. We should go back."

Lan Siyu was so drunk that she was like a dead pig and did not have any reaction at all. No matter how she shouted, there was no reaction.

Han Qiang was helpless. After paying the bill, he picked her up at the waist and walked back unsteadily.

The cool morning wind blew and the alcohol rushed up. If Han Qiang did not have a good alcohol tolerance, he would probably be lying on the ground drunk.

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