Fang Tao discovered a problem. When the wine management was sufficient, drinking with Liu Yanbo was almost like courting death.

About two hours later, there were five bottles left in a box of forty bottles of Red Star Erguotou, of which Liu Yanbo drank twenty-six bottles.

A 100ml bottle of Red Star Erguotou weighs about two taels, or twenty-six bottles, which is about five kilograms. This amount is really worth drinking as water!

More importantly, Liu Yanbo opened another twenty-seventh bottle.

Now in Fang Tao's eyes, Liu Yanbo is like a freak. When others drink, the more they drink, the more uncomfortable they become and the more crazy they become. However, the more he drinks, the more sober he becomes, and the more he drinks, the more taciturn he becomes.

Fortunately, Liu Yanbo was not a person who liked to persuade people to drink, otherwise Fang Tao felt that he would definitely drive him out with a broom.

Gudong~

Liu Yanbo drank half the bottle in one gulp, then lit up a cigarette. From the time he started drinking to now, he could count on his ten fingers how many words he had said.

It was still raining outside the window, and under the night, the lights of thousands of houses were covered with a thin layer of mist, making them look cold and misty.

The mark of the slap on Liu Yanbo's face has not faded away. It is like a ruthless brand that is not only burned on his face, but also remains in his heart.

This bustling metropolis made of reinforced concrete is really cold, right?

Gudong~

Liu Yanbo finished the twenty-seventh bottle, and a hot burning sensation flowed from his esophagus into his stomach, and then spread throughout his body...

Hiss... ha...

Liu Yanbo groaned comfortably, but unconsciously, his feeling of loneliness seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

"Stop drinking." Just when Liu Yanbo reached out to pick up the twenty-eighth bottle, Fang Tao couldn't help but stop him. "Getting drunk can't solve a thousand worries. Besides, you are still a person who doesn't want to get drunk.

Why bother competing with yourself."

Liu Yanbo let go of his hand and said with a smile: "I have passed the age of drinking to relieve my sorrows. A long time ago, apart from loving to drink, I had no other reason for drinking."

What he said was true, but he was also quibbling.

At least Fang Tao doesn't believe Liu Yanbo's words. Although he is like a hermit who doesn't care about worldly affairs, he is still one of the heirs of the Fang family in Haishi. Even if he doesn't deliberately inquire about some information, he should know it.

Someone will still tell him.

Lu Tianhao is back.

Fang Tao already knew the news before Liu Yanbo arrived.

Combining this news with the conspicuous slap mark on Liu Yanbo's face, Fang Tao could roughly guess what happened with his toes.

He could guess it, but he never mentioned it seriously from beginning to end.

Fang Tao knows that some people cannot be persuaded. The more you persuade them, the deeper they will hide their thoughts and the harder they will be able to forget them.

Fang Tao also knew that Liu Yanbo was this kind of person. So he had to answer: "You don't like drinking anymore, do you have a grudge against him?"

Liu Yanbo smiled, leaned lazily on the sofa and stopped talking, his clear and bright eyes staying outside the window.

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

Is he waiting for the rain to stop? Or is he looking forward to someone appearing?

Fang Tao was already used to Liu Yanbo's boring state. Fortunately, he himself was not a talkative person, so there was nothing embarrassing to say.

Sitting there is lonely, but it is also a kind of enjoyment. It can give you enough time to recognize the reality clearly.

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

He knew that she didn't love him, just like he didn't love her either.

Liu Yanbo knew that in this loveless marriage, it was only a matter of time before a situation like today appeared. He had been mentally prepared on the day he received the certificate.

But what Liu Yanbo didn't expect was that his own ability to withstand this aspect did not seem to be as strong as he imagined, so that he still didn't know what to do next, or even what he should do tonight.

Where to spend the night.

hotel?

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

This is not hypocritical, it is just a sequelae of a prodigal who is too greedy for his family.

"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 he still feels that way.

thought.

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

From having a home to becoming homeless, this was Liu Yanbo's second experience in his life, and the feeling was still so uncomfortable for him.

He decided to have a good talk with her.

Whether he should continue to make do, or whether he should be carefree and carefree, Liu Yanbo needed a clear answer from Yin Hanruo.

He didn't want this matter to bother him for too long, after all, life in Haishi would go on.

…………

The night was as dark as ink, and the rain was getting heavier.

Liu Yanbo walked alone on the street holding the umbrella given to him by Fang Tao, with his twenty-eighth bottle of wine today in his other hand.

He wanted to talk to Yin Hanruo, but he was not walking back to Zizhuyuan.

Liu Yanbo walked slowly through one street after another. His shaky steps looked like he was drunk and a little drunk.

After walking through several busy streets, I turned into two particularly dimly lit alleys...

He walked and walked until he reached the bank of the Huangjiang River, and then Liu Yanbo stopped.

This river is one of the earliest artificially constructed and dredged rivers in history. It is the mother river of Haishi, but some people say privately: This is a river of corpses.

Because in the Yellow River, countless people have been thrown into it to feed the bastards throughout the ages.

Those shady activities, those grievances and resentments...

Nothing can be greater than human ambition, and nothing can be more terrifying than human selfishness.

Along the Yellow River, there are always winners and losers.

The place Liu Yanbo chose was undoubtedly one of the most secluded places on both sides of the Yellow River. Even if a cruise ship passed by, the search light would never shine on the area where he was, because no tourist would like to see rotten grass and crooked grass.

Neck tree.

There are no surveillance cameras here, and there are no hurried pedestrians. Anyone who comes here at night has their own hidden agenda.

Liu Yanbo looked back at the depths of the darkness. This was the first time he had looked back along the way, and said calmly: "Come out."

Who is he talking to?

Not long after coming out of Fang Tao Milk Tea Shop, Liu Yanbo discovered that someone was following him, and all of them were good players.

But no one came out of that darkness, and no one answered him. There were still only the sounds of wind, rain and the endless river flowing in his ears.

Liu Yanbo turned back to look at the river, but the moment he turned back, the door behind him opened wide——

Three rays of cold light came through the sky silently, revealing their murderous intent.

The river is rolling and the autumn rain is continuous.
Chapter completed!