Zhao Lang really wanted to tell Jiang Yan the truth.
He had lived seven lifetis.
In his previous life, he was nearly ssed up because he drank too much.
So in this life, he started training his drinking capacity from a young age.
When he was in Chixia Village, he would drink half a jar of Uncle Zhao’s homade wine every day.
The handmade wine was much stronger than the ones sold on the market.
Even if he drank half a barrel, nothing would happen.
Let alone these foreign wines.
Finally, when Jiang Yan finished his eighth bottle, he could no longer hold it in.
With a "crack," the bottle in his hand fell to the ground, and he slumped over the table, clutching his stomach in pain.
Zhao Lang quickly went over to check on him.
"Are you okay?"
He looked at the servant beside him, "Go get the hangover soup and feed it to your young master."
Jiang Yan’s stomach hurt, but his mind was still sowhat clear.
Upon hearing this, he felt ashad.
He was the one who insisted on a drinking contest with Gu Yu.
And now he was the first to pass out from drinking.
It was too embarrassing!
He raised his hand, staggering as he tried to stand up.
"Don’t, don’t mind ! I can still drink! You—"
Before he could finish his sentence, he vomited on the ground with a "waa" sound.
Across from him, Jiang Cheng frowned in disgust and turned to leave.
It was too awkward.
He couldn’t stay any longer!
Jiang Li ca downstairs and saw this scene.
Jiang Yan was hugging a chair, vomiting uncontrollably, while the servants around him were frantically cleaning up.
She walked down expressionlessly.
Zhao Lang coughed slightly.
"Well... your brother insisted on drinking with ..."
"Let him drink, he deserves it." Saying this, Jiang Li looked at Zhao Lang, "Let’s go, it’s getting late, I’ll have Ji Yanbai take you ho."
Zhao Lang looked at her and smiled slightly, feeling quite sweet.
"Okay."
The two of them walked shoulder to shoulder into the front yard.
Sumr was approaching, but the night wind was still a bit chilly.
Jiang Li pressed tightly against Zhao Lang as they walked.
Being so close, Zhao Lang didn’t even dare to take a deep breath.
Afraid that the scent of her hair would enter his nostrils and make his mind unclear.
Despite having drunk so much just now, it wasn’t as intoxicating as this mont.
"You—"
"You—"
They both spoke at the sa ti.
Zhao Lang chuckled with his lips pressed together, "You go first."
"What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing."
"Why did you suddenly think of coming to our house today?"
"Well..." Zhao Lang looked elsewhere, "I just wanted to get along with your family quickly."
"So did you achieve anything today?"
"Quite a bit." Zhao Lang nodded thoughtfully, "Sotis I actually envy you, with so many family mbers, I can tell each one cares a lot about you, you are very happy."
"So I should make you even happier."
Jiang Li looked up and saw his intense gaze on her, and, for a mont, a strange emotion surged in her heart. She quickly turned her eyes away and pushed Zhao Lang’s head to the side.
"Don’t look at like that, and don’t say such cheesy things, if you like it, just co often."
Seeing her obviously shy, Zhao Lang was both surprised and delighted.
Having seen Jiang Li’s expressionless face so often, it was the first ti seeing her like this.
"You..." He leaned closer.
Just when their noses were about to touch, there was a sudden noise behind them.
It was Jiang Yan.
He staggered out of the dining room, still holding a bottle of wine, and pointed at Zhao Lang, shouting—
"Don’t, don’t go! I... I can still drink, give a drink!"
Zhao Lang, Jiang Li: "..."
Jiang Li’s face darkened, and she was about to go over and teach Jiang Yan a lesson, but Zhao Lang stopped her.
"You go back first, leave Jiang Yan to , there are so things I want to talk to him about."
Jiang Li looked at the both of them, nodded, and turned back inside.
Zhao Lang walked towards Jiang Yan.
At this mont, Jiang Yan still had so sense, wavering as he grabbed Zhao Lang’s clothes.
"Don’t go!"
Zhao Lang helplessly pried his hand away.
"I’m not leaving, I have sothing to give you."
Jiang Yan’s face crumpled up.
"Who, who wants your stuff? Trying to buy , no, no way!"
Zhao Lang didn’t waste any more words with him, scooped him up, and dragged him away.
Jiang Yan was startled.
He was a 185 cm tall man, weighing 140, even two big n might not be able to drag him away.
How did this Gu Yu lift him up so easily?
That’s not right.
He must be hallucinating from the alcohol!
When he ca to his senses again, Zhao Lang had already dragged him to the main gate.
Looking at the trees swaying in the wind on either side, Jiang Yan shivered and stumbled back a few steps.
"What, what do you want to do?"
Zhao Lang smiled and walked over to a nearby car.
"Nothing, just getting the gift for you."
Saying this, he opened the trunk and rummaged for sothing.
Jiang Yan seriously suspected he’d pull out a weapon to commit violence, trying hard to stay alert and escape.
But he drank too much, and after a few steps, his legs began to give out.
Zhao Lang took out sothing strange from the trunk, wrapped in a black cloth.
Jiang Yan’s alarm bells rang loud.
Wrapped in black cloth?!
It must be a weapon!
Zhao Lang directly lifted the thing.
"Here."
At the mont it was handed over, Jiang Yan scread at the top of his lungs—"Jiang Li, help!!"
Zhao Lang: "......."
Inside the house, Lin Manru seed to hear the noise, worriedly getting up.
"Is that Jiang Yan? Is everything okay?"
Jiang Li pressed her back onto the bed again.
"It’s fine, Mom, just rest well."
Outside the villa, the black cloth in Zhao Lang’s hand fell to the ground, and the "weapon" inside was exposed to the air.
At this mont, Jiang Yan really suspected he was hallucinating.
He rubbed his eyes several tis until the double vision rged into one.
He suspected his eyes even more.
Until the thing clucked—"cluck cluck."
Jiang Yan: ?
He pointed at the thing and stepped back a few steps,
"A chicken... is this a chicken?"
"Yeah." Zhao Lang nodded.
Jiang Yan was infuriated and laughed.
"Why give a chicken?"
Zhao Lang held the chicken out more.
"Why don’t you take a closer look?"
With a suspicious and amused look, Jiang Yan glanced at the chicken.
Until he saw a familiar patch of white on its head, he covered his mouth in shock.
"Ri, Richard?!"
Zhao Lang nodded, "You actually rember."
Reunited with an old friend, Jiang Yan excitedly hugged the chicken.
"Great, Richard, finally seeing you again! Let brother kiss you, how did you get here?"
The chicken in his arms fluttered violently, seemingly resisting him.
In an instant, Jiang Yan seed to realize sothing.
"No, how did you know about Richard?"
Before leaving Chixia Village, he really wanted to take Richard with him.
But animals couldn’t get on planes.
If transported by air, he was afraid the long journey might claim Richard’s life.
So he entrusted Daniu to take good care of him.
He told him under no circumstances to give the chicken to anyone.
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