But when the Korean officer faced the accusations from all directions, he ignored them and continued to walk forward unconsciously.

He didn't know what he was going to do, because he was like being controlled by something. He knew that he was really scary and would make others think that he was in a bad mind.

The Korean official felt a sting of his eyes, because such extremely sad continuous tears caused great stimulation of the conjunctiva. In his memory, he never had ever been sad or desperate since he was young.

In a trance, the Korean official felt his cell phone ringing. He knew that it was called by his mother or Lei Mingyi, but the Korean official did not answer it.

There is a bar in front of it. Because it is a quiet bar, the bar is open normally during the day. The Korean employee thought that he would lie down after entering, but he would rather try this feeling of unconsciousness. It seems that this feeling can temporarily numb his consciousness and throw away the sad things behind him.

Korean staff walked into the bar. Although it was open normally during the day, there were still few customers. Generally, those who came here at this time spent money to get drunk.

Han Zheng fell in love with this place in an instant. First, the reason why there were not many guests here was that it was enough to prove that there were not many sad and desperate people like him. Second, when he was drunk and made a fool of himself, he would not be seen by many people.

The Korean official ordered three bottles of foreign wine, but he did not drink one cup by one, but drank half a bottle in one breath. He only knew how quickly he was drunk, but he didn't know how strong the foreign wine was. When he swallowed the first sip, he was a little excited. After drinking half a bottle, he choked him and coughed. He knew that he was already drunk.

"Follower! Don't drink it if you can't drink it!"

The Korean official vaguely heard such a familiar voice. Then, he cried and looked up at the direction where the sound came from.

"Xiao Ling, is it you?" Han Zheng's blurred vision gradually became clear. He saw that the person talking opposite the table was really Bai Ling. At the same time, he felt that all the people in the bar were gone, and only he and Bai Ling were left.

The Korean clerk rubbed his eyes, wiped away his tears excitedly, and smiled for a long time. The white silk in front of him was still so pure and elegant, with long black hair scattered. At the same time, the smile on his face moved his red cheeks, so dignified and generous, his white silk finally came back.

Han Yuan thought to himself, yes, this is indeed his beloved Bai Ling, although he also knew that the Bai Ling sitting opposite him and talking to him was fantasized by himself, but even if it was a fantasy, Han Yuan would rather continue like this and never wake up.

"Why are you drinking alone?" Bai Ling, who was sitting opposite, asked Han Zhong.

"Xiao Ling, do you drink too?" Han Yuan took advantage of the alcohol and wanted her to talk to him more. Then he opened another bottle of foreign wine and placed it in front of Bai Ling.

"Silly, when did you see me drinking?" Bai Ling smiled again, with that sweet smile.

"Oh, yes, look at me, how did I be this boyfriend?" Han Yuan said, and picked up the bottle of foreign wine that had been half drunk and drank a few sips in a row.

"Boss! Boss! A glass of cappuccino, add more sugar!" The Korean official gasped, shouting, because the foreign wine was too strong, so he had already drunk it.
Chapter completed!