Driver of The Beautiful CEO

Fang Tao found a problem. With enough wine control, drinking with Liu Yanbo was almost like finding death.

In two hours or so, there were five boxes of Red Star Erguotou in a forty pack, and Liu Yanbo drank 26.

A 100ml Red Star Erguotou weighs about two or two, twenty-six, then it is about five pounds. This amount is really drinking water!

More importantly, Liu Yanbo opened the 27th again.

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

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

Gudong~

Liu Yanbo suffocated half a bit, then lit a cigarette. From the beginning of drinking to now, he has counted how many sentences he can count with ten fingers.

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

The slap print on Liu Yanbo's 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?

Gu Dong~

Liu Yanbo drank the 27th, and the burning sensation flowed from the esophagus into the stomach, and then spread out across his body...

Hiss...ha...

Liu Yanbo moaned and groaned comfortably, but invisiblely, the feeling of loneliness in him seemed to be more and more intense.

"Don't drink it." Just when Liu Yanbo reached out and picked up the 28th, 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 compete with yourself."

Liu Yanbo let go of his hand and smiled: "I have passed the age of using wine to relieve my sorrow. A long time ago, apart from loving drinking, I had no other reason to drink."

He was talking about facts, but he was 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 the news long 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, 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. His clear and bright eyes stayed outside the window.

For 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 much, so there is nothing embarrassing to say.

Sitting down 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, just as she did not love her.

Liu Yanbo knew that in this marriage without emotion, it would be a matter of time before such a situation appeared, and he was already mentally prepared the day he received the certificate.

But what Liu Yanbo didn’t expect was that his own ability to bear this aspect did not seem to be as strong as he imagined, so that he didn’t even know what to do next, or even tonight. Where to stay overnight.

Hotel?

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

This is not hypocrisy, just 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 about it.

Whether he continued to cope with it, or whether it was dashing and chic, Liu Yanbo needed Yin Hanruo to give a clear answer.

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

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

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

He thought to find Yin Hanruo to talk about, 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.

After walking through a few busy streets, I turned two small alleys with particularly dim lighting...

Going on and on, walking all the way to the Huangjiang River, Liu Yanbo stopped.

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

Because 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 Huangjiang 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 crooked. Neck tree.

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

Liu Yanbo glanced back at 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 tracking himself, 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 were three cold lights coming silently and breaking through the air, revealing the murderous opportunity.

The river is rolling and the autumn rain is rolling.

Tonight, who will be the unreturned person in this Huangjiang River?