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Chapter 82 Late Night Hot Pot Restaurant (17)

The tattooed man took a sip of wine and sighed.

"Stay the same as before!"

Boss: "Okay, here it is for you. How many bottles of wine do you want?"

"Give me half a prick... no, one prick!"

The boss smiled and said: "Drinking so much, why are you worried?"

The tattooed man actually wiped away tears.

"My girlfriend broke up with me, and only a month later, she found a new one!"

The boss patted him on the shoulder and went out to serve the food.

"The timeline has actually passed a month?" Qiao Ke went out and looked at the clock, "It's six o'clock in the evening now."

The boss brought a few plates and passed them through Qiao Ke's body.

"Are we considered invisible people?" Zhang Xuewei said, "I voted on Weibo before. The question was what superpower I most want to obtain after the apocalypse. I chose invisibility, and now it has really come true."

The boss put down half a plate of meat and a plate of wilted yellow vegetables, as well as a portion of noodles and a few slices of yellow throat.

"I don't want yellow throat."

Boss: "The guests on the upper floor haven't touched it. I think you're in a bad mood, so I'll give this to you."

The boss brought another bottle of wine and put it next to him: "Brother, relax, there is nothing you can't handle."

The tattooed man stopped talking and drank sullenly.

The hour hand spun rapidly again.

In just one minute for a few people, two months have passed in this space.

The tattooed man kept coming to the basement hot pot in the past two months. He became more and more familiar with the boss and drank more and more wine. On the last day, there were even more than 20 bottles on the table.

The tattooed man's voice came from a distance again, and this time he brought a few friends with him.

He came to this private room again.

"Boss, order!"

He greeted a few friends: "Brother Xiong is treating us today, you can eat freely!"

"Brother Xiong? Liao Junxiong?"

Huo Ran thought of the human head soaked in formalin. Because the head had been soaked in formalin for too long, its original appearance could not be clearly seen, and it could not match the man in front of him.

While a few people were chatting and laughing, the boss came in.

"Brother Xiong, bring your friends to eat." The boss picked up the towel hanging around his neck to wipe his sweat. "What do you want?"

Liao Junxiong: "There are four of us, just give me two plates of meat, two plates of vegetables, and three servings of noodles! Get more wine, and refund more and make up less!"

The boss happily agreed and brought what Liao Junxiong asked for, as well as an extra portion of noodles: "You guys have a good meal and a drink, please call me if you need anything."

Zhao Bixian: "At present, it seems that only the boss and this brother Xiong have appeared. Could it be that the boss killed him?"

Huo Ran: "This day is an important plot point. Liao Junxiong should have died on this day."

Liao Junxiong and others ate and drank, and soon they were all drunk and went to the toilet several times.

Huo Ran went out and checked the time. It was now 22:56 in the evening.

There were many people coming and going outside the door. It was too late, and only a few of them were still bragging and drinking.

At this time, Li Jinlan appeared.

She said something next to the boss and pointed to Liao Junxiong's private room.

The boss glanced here, shook his head impatiently at her, and said loudly: "This visitor is a guest, so don't argue with me! I'm tired after a long day of work!"

After saying that, he got into a private room next to the iron door and closed the door firmly.

Li Jinlan was indignant and glared at Liao Junxiong's private room.

Huo Ran and others went to the door of the private room where the boss entered, opened the door slightly, and took a look.

There is a double bed, a table and two benches inside. The boss is sitting at the table, picking up a bottle of wine and drinking.

He said angrily: "I've been tired all day, and you quarreled with me just because of something like this. I kept tossing and turning, and my eighth wife is dead!"

He quickly drank up one bottle of wine and opened another. After he was almost done drinking, he didn't even have time to take off his shoes and snored when he got into bed.

Two people had left Liao Junxiong's private room, leaving only Liao Junxiong and another thin man drinking.

The thin man looked at the time: "Oh, it's so late, Brother Xiong, I have to go back quickly, otherwise my mother-in-law will pull my ears and curse me again..." Liao Junxiong was already drunk, his eyes were blurry, and he muttered Said: "Damn it, everyone has a mother-in-law, where is my mother-in-law..."

He thought for a while and tears fell again: "My mother-in-law ran away!"

The thin man shook his head, picked up his coat and patted his shoulder: "Brothers are done drinking today. Brother Xiong, let's go first!"

Liao Junxiong was immersed in the grief of losing his wife, crying and singing at the top of his voice.

"He said that in the wind and rain, this little pain is nothing..."

"Wipe your tears and don't cry. At least we still have dreams!"

The whole basement was filled with the sound of men singing.

Li Jinlan appeared again. She opened the door next to the iron door with a dark face, trying to get her boss to chase him away, but she saw that he had also drunk too much and was fast asleep.

Li Jinlan's dark face turned livid.

She walked here hesitantly, but she was also afraid that the man who drank too much would act drunkenly.

In the end she still didn't come over.

Liao Junxiong felt sad.

How could she find someone new and forget about him so quickly?
Doesn't he just like to drink?
He drank a bottle, threw the bottle on the table, and stood up with a red face.

"No...I have to go...call her and ask..."

"Did she hook up with that wild man a long time ago..."

Liao Junxiong swayed left and right, holding on to the wall and walking toward the iron gate.

Huo Ran and others followed silently behind.

He pushed open the iron door and stepped onto the stairs upstairs.

Several people went up the stairs, but could not go any further, as if there was a transparent restriction preventing them from moving forward.

"Let's just stand here and watch. We can also see outside."

Outside, Liao Junxiong stood in the phone booth. He didn't know whether the call was connected or not. He stood there for a long time.

There was sudden movement behind me.

Several people turned around, almost scared to death.

Li Jinmei was standing behind him, looking at everyone fiercely.

Maybe he wasn't looking at them, but looking at Liao Junxiong who was on the phone.

She breathlessly closed the iron door of the basement.

After a while, Liao Junxiong came back with a gloomy look on his face. He looked at the iron gate in front of him in confusion.

"I haven't finished drinking yet. What does this mean?"

He kicked the iron door a few times but failed to open it, and cursed angrily: "What the hell, whore closed the door!"

"I haven't finished drinking yet, please open it for me!"

He kicked it one foot after another, making the iron door clank.

Li Jinlan was about to go to bed, and when she heard her kicking endlessly, she pushed her husband, who was sleeping soundly beside her, with a dark face, suppressed her anger and got out of bed, and went to open the iron door, wanting to ask him if he would let him. People sleep.

Li Jinlan opened the iron door.

Liao Junxiong's kick missed the target and he almost fell downstairs, breaking into a cold sweat.

He looked at the expressionless and disgusted woman in front of him.

Her face gradually turned into that of her ex-girlfriend who abandoned her.

Liao Junxiong was angry in his heart.

He was so talkative when he first came up that he slapped Li Jinlan into confusion.

Li Jinlan was not someone to be trifled with. Just as she was about to fight back, Liao Junxiong viciously kicked her down the stairs.

Li Jinlan screamed and rolled into the basement.

This scream was sharp and harsh.

It was this scream that woke up the sleeping man.

(End of this chapter)