Quick Wear: Vicious female supporting role, right? She is really good at it.

Chapter 211 Men are tools for gaining points＜11＞

Looking at Fang Li's fingers, Bian Yang suddenly became nervous. It was not because of anything else, but because... the glass his girlfriend was pointing at was the one he had used.

In this case, does it count as an indirect kiss? Just thinking about it makes his whole face turn red.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Fang Li puffed her lips sadly, "Okay, forget it if I'm not allowed to drink."

Bian Yang: “????”

No, when did he say he wouldn't allow it? Isn't this just a complete injustice?

Thinking of this, he quickly picked up the glass in front of him and placed it in front of the other person.

"I didn't. I didn't say I wouldn't let you drink."

For Bian Yang, there was no reason why he couldn't drink it. It was just some beer, and it was what he had left.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand, and then stretched it back, "Do you want a new cup? This cup is the one I drank."

Fang Li didn't care. He was her boyfriend after all, so why should she be so particular about it?

She shook her head. "No, I'll just take a sip. I'll just use your cup, okay?"

She was good-looking, and her eyes were extremely beautiful. So, when she tilted her head and looked straight at Bian Yang, Bian Yang felt that his soul was about to be seduced away by her.

He looked at the other person and nodded stupidly, stammering, "Yes...it's OK..."

Of course it is possible. For him, as long as his girlfriend wants something, let alone a cold beer, even if it is stars, he has to contact the aviation department immediately and buy it for her directly.

Eh? Thinking about it this way, it's a good idea. He can buy a star, name it after his girlfriend, and give it to her.

While he was daydreaming, Fang Li had already taken the glass in front of him, raised it in front of her, opened her lips, pressed them against the wall of the glass, and tilted her head slightly. Soon, the orange-yellow liquid in the glass flowed down her throat and into her.

By the time Bian Yang, who was lost in his fantasy, came to his senses, Fang Li had already finished the remaining half cup of beer in his glass.

When eating out at the night market, the cups there are different from those in ordinary restaurants. These cups are used for drinking draft beer and ice beer. They are thick and deep, and there is a handle on the wall of the cup.

He wasn't paying attention and his girlfriend actually finished such a big glass of beer?!

He looked at Fang Li's rapidly reddening cheeks and began to feel at a loss, "This... Li Li... Li Li?"

"This...this...could my sister-in-law be drunk?" said the little yellow-haired boy with a look of surprise.

The guy next to him with a crew cut had the same opinion, "Look at her, her face is so red, is she drunk?"

Hearing Bian Yang's call, Fang Li turned around and glanced at him.

Although Fang Li's acting skills were indeed very good, she still drank all the remaining wine, just to make what was going to happen next go more smoothly.

It was just a simple glance, but it instantly made Bian Yang excited all over.

Fang Li was pretty to begin with, with a small face the size of a palm, which was so beautiful. Now, this pretty face was covered with blushes. This... any man would be confused after seeing it.

Not only was her face red, but even her neck and collarbone extending downwards had turned an alluring bright pink.

And that shy, timid, hazy, misty look in her eyes almost made him confess.

Bian Yang looked at his girlfriend and couldn't help but grit his teeth, sighing in his heart, this is really going to kill me.

"Huh? Bian Yang...how come you suddenly have two heads?" Fang Li blushed and pointed her finger at her new boyfriend with a sweet voice.

Bian Yang's expression changed immediately, full of question marks and shock. No, with just a little money, he got drunk so quickly! ?

Seeing this, the little yellow-haired boy quickly sped up his eating speed and said to Bian Yang: "Brother Yang, my sister-in-law is drunk..."

As he was talking, he realized that what was going to happen next was really difficult to deal with, because this was... a girlfriend that Bian Yang had just found at first sight, and he probably didn't know anything about her except her name.

Anyway...he doesn't understand the feeling of falling in love at first sight.

Bian Yang obviously thought of this, and suddenly he panicked. What should he do if his girlfriend, who he just got together with, suddenly got drunk? Taking her back home was obviously not an option.

I'm not saying anything else, but it's very impolite to take your girlfriend home or to the hotel while she's drunk.

It was like, how anxious he was to have something happen with his girlfriend, although... he was really anxious.

Because his pants were about to be torn!

"This...this...what should I do???"

The flat-headed man and the yellow-haired man looked at each other and said, "Otherwise... you can take your sister-in-law to a nearby hotel and get a room..."

Before he could finish his words, he received a murderous look from Bian Yang. Even under this look, the guy with the flat head gritted his teeth and continued speaking.

"Just... just send her over there, and then you can go. If that doesn't work, you can just stay there and take care of her."

Bian Yang thought about it and felt that there was no other way except this one. He was about to get up and leave with Fang Li.

Unexpectedly, Fang Li, whose face was flushed from drinking, tilted her body and fell directly into his arms.

What else could Bian Yang do? He could only reach out and hug the person in his arms.

Fang Li leaned in his arms, holding his arm, muttering, humming, "No...no...not going to the hotel, you...you come home with me, okay?"

Bian Yang: “???!!!”

He had never thought that this matter could be handled in this way, and he froze on the spot.

But at this time, Fang Li was still whispering in his ear, repeating that she wanted to take him home.

Can this be tolerated?

Obviously it's unbearable.

Bian Yang gritted his teeth, stood up from the stool, bent down, picked up the other person, and left.