Various neon lights flashed on the streets of the international metropolis of S City, adding a bit of unique charm that is not available during the day.

VANLY wine is the most famous wine on the wine street

It was almost twelve o'clock in the evening, but the urban men and women in the wine did not reduce their enthusiasm at all. They were still roaring loudly inside, twisting their bodies in the dance floor indulging indulgence. The wine in their hands was poured into their stomachs one by one.

Yang Zheng sat quietly on a small table in a corner of the wine, holding a transparent glass in his hand, filled with bright red wine, which was incompatible with the lively atmosphere of the whole wine and the cheerful expression on everyone's face. His face always had a cold look.

He doesn't like the atmosphere of wine, but he can't get rid of this place

Yang Zheng no longer remembers when he first went to a place like wine. He only knew that he ended his first sex life in the wine. And since that time, every time he fought with his opponent on a battlefield without gunpowder but with gunpowder, he would find it difficult to control himself to find such a place.

Many times he tried his best to control himself and forbid himself from appearing in such a place again, but every time he failed

In the eyes of everyone, wine is synonymous with drunkenness, dreams and decays and decays. It is a concentrated place for the desires of the adult world. People can vent their dissatisfaction, act recklessly, and reveal themselves. These are all ways for people to "rejuvenate" because in wine, people can unarm and face each other easily, just like we in childhood who have never been familiar with the world.

In Yang Zheng's eyes, drinking is nothing. Apart from drinking, this place is a place to find women.

Gently shook the wine glass in his hand, a fragrance scented up, and a sip of red wine, Yang Zheng's eyes were like a hunter in the dark, looking for his own goal

After just glanced at the wine again, Yang Zheng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his eyes. The women who kept twisting their waists all made him feel full of appetite just by seeing them.

"Would you like me to have a drink?" A woman dressed in charmingly walked to Yang Zheng and said with a smile. Her every move was full of charm, but her face was too thick, so Yang Zheng couldn't see clearly what she looked like when she was pretending. She also had a very strong smell of wine and perfume on her body, which made Yang Zheng feel very uncomfortable.

"Get out" Yang Zheng's eyes shot a little cold, he shouted lightly, and pushed away the woman's arm that had been wrapped around him at some point.

"Let's go, what's so great about it, a stinky man." Perhaps because he was shocked by Yang Zheng's gaze, the woman muttered quietly, twisted her waist and left.

Although Yang Zheng's purpose is to find a sexual partner for venting, the woman who is as obvious as a prostitute and looks over forty years old is definitely not in his consideration.

What he needs is relaxation and venting, not nausea and discomfort

Time gradually got late, and more and more people were drinking. Yang Zheng sat quietly in the spot, savoring the wine while observing the crowd.

Just when Yang Zheng was impatient and wanted to get up, he was suddenly attracted by a broken voice next to him. Of course, what attracted Yang Zheng was not the broken thing, but the woman who made her broken.

Against the backdrop of the light, Yang Zheng gradually saw the other person's face, the goose-shaped face, the thin eyebrows like willow leaves, the small mouth of cherry, the nose like a hanging glow, the pair of talking eyes were shining, the eyes were clear but hazy, watery, black and white, showing intelligence, coldness and a slightly sad and sad spirit. With long eyelashes, it gave a glimpse of the soul and the soul-stirring sleep. The standard professional outfit not only highlighted her towering breasts, but also reflected the beautiful legs under the skirt to the fullest.

Is it her? She also came to such a place?

When he saw the woman's face clearly, Yang Zheng frowned, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes. Although he had only seen this woman twice, he remembered it very clearly because the house he lived in was bought through her hands. It seemed to be a senior branch manager of a real estate agency who did second-hand housing transactions.

At this time, she was holding a glass of Bacardi like Yang Zheng. Maybe because she had drunk a lot. At this time, she was slightly drunk. The broken sound just now was because her elbow was not supported. She touched the bottle of wine on one side to the ground. It was a pity that the bottle of Bacardi got. Yang Zheng secretly felt that he had an interest in the woman in front of him. Since Bacardi is a strong wine, few people drink it. Don't talk about women.

Tonight, it was her. The house she bought in her hand was more than 6 million yuan. At least she made tens of thousands of yuan, just to take back some profits.

After hesitating like a flash, Yang Zheng immediately decided on his target, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he did not rush to take action, but decided to observe the other party first.

Drunk women are seen in wine, but there are very few beauties like her who drink wine without any care. This woman quickly attracted the attention of all the men present.

When the woman looked down slightly at the broken wine bottle, she seemed to notice Yang Zheng's eyes, and saw the wine in Yang Zheng's glass, and smiled slightly, then raised the wine glass in her hand and nodded at Yang Zheng. She saw that someone would taste this kind of strong wine. The woman suddenly felt a sense of mutual understanding from her mind. Seeing Yang Zheng's coldness and decadence, she might be both a worldly person, but it seemed that she did not recognize Yang Zheng because of the high drink and the light of the wine.

"Miss, isn't anyone sitting in this seat?" At this time, a handsome man in a suit came over and said to her with a smile. Yang Zheng knew that such an old-fashioned way and his pretty good looks might be OK with an ordinary woman, but he was still not qualified to deal with the woman in front of him.

"Yes, if you sit down, no one will sit in my seat." The sexy woman who became drunk said to the man as Yang Zheng expected, and the woman rejected the man.

"Miss..." At this time, another fat middle-aged man walked up to her and sat down, and said to her lustfully. Perhaps in the eyes of an explosive household like him, he knew that women who came to the wine were all prostitutes.

"Your mother is the lady" the woman turned her head and said with a glaring look on her face

The fat middle-aged man didn't expect that this woman was so fierce. He raised his fat big hand and prepared to hit the woman.

But before his hand could be hit, he felt his hand suddenly being fixed, as if it was wrapped in an iron ring. When he turned around, he saw a young man with an extremely cold expression staring at him with a cold look that looked like hell.

"I hate those who beat women." Yang Zheng threw it away casually, and the fat middle-aged man's body suddenly retreated two or three steps before he stabilized. The middle-aged man seemed to want to say something, but when his eyes met Yang Zheng's cold eyes again, he immediately retreated for luck. It turned out that those men who wanted to come up again, after seeing Yang Zheng's move, all retreated away and went to find their goal tonight.

"You are cool, I like it, come and have a drink." The woman was obviously very satisfied with Yang Zheng's behavior just now, and she raised her glass of wine to Yang Zheng with a drunken eyes.

"Why are you drinking alone?" Yang Zheng picked up the glass and touched her, and said lightly, "A 'pirate wine' like Bacardi is not suitable for you women to drink, but women who drink such wine must have any sad thoughts."

"I drink this kind of wine by listening to my friend's introduction, but it suits my current mood very well," the woman looked at the same Bacardi in Yang Zheng's hand and said, "Where are you, why do you want to drink this kind of wine?"

"I'm unemployed." When Yang Zheng said that he was unemployed, a complex look flowed through his cold eyes, "I'm going out to find a job soon, and I'm facing life."

"Do you like your past life?" the woman shook her eyes and asked

Like it?

Yang Zheng's eyes moved, and the boiling feeling of the past suddenly appeared in his mind, the feeling that it seemed as if the world was in his hands, the stimulation of his heart hanging on his throat when facing the urgency of the big zombies one by one, but in a flash, this feeling disappeared in his mind. In front of him, it seemed that he saw the scenes of bloody scenes, the shrill screams made by the person who jumped down from the top of the World Trade Center before his death, the faces of pitiful children... Yang Zheng's handsome face, which seemed to be forever so cold and so calm, began to twist, a trace of sweat dripped out on his forehead, and his eyes gradually became dim

"Don't you like your previous job?" Under the dim light of the wine, the woman did not see the pain on Yang Zheng's face, but seeing that Yang Zheng had not spoken, she asked again.

"I just want to live a dull, free life now, no one is hard on anyone." Yang Zheng took a deep breath, raised his glass of wine, drank a glass of wine in one breath, and a strong light of desire ejaculated in his eyes, and said to the woman, "Do you want to taste the strong wine?"

"There are still fierce?" the woman asked when she heard Yang Zheng's words.

"Of course there is, Absolut, I can guarantee that it is absolutely strong enough to make you forget all the troubles. Do you dare to taste it?" Yang Zheng's eyes at this moment swept away all the complex emotions just now, as if in a moment, he had driven out all the bad emotions, but with a strong sense of seduction and teasing.

"Is that so? I want to taste how intense it is?" The woman who was already drunk and confused chuckled after hearing Yang Zheng's words and immediately asked the waiter for a bottle of Absolut.

Seeing the woman taking the first sip of Absolut, a strange smile rose from the corner of Yang Zheng's mouth, he picked up the cup and took a few more sips. Every sip felt like his whole body was surrounded by fire and ice. That feeling made him feel very comfortable!

The woman on the side was in a bad mood. She just took a few sips and lay on the stage. Her bright red mouth kept panting. Perhaps because of the strong alcohol, her face turned red and extended to her neck, which was very attractive.

"How is it? The wine is very strong..."

"What...what to do? Cold..." The woman's eyes began to be confused, and her words became intermittent and intermittent
Chapter completed!