Chapter 0646: Drunk

Although he was reluctant to admit it, Fan Baobao's threat still gave Zhao Fusheng a sense of crisis.

After all, a man's sensitivity to the phrase 'bite it off' is essentially no different from his sensitivity to life itself.

Even though he knew it would never happen, thinking about Fan Baobao's ferocity, Zhao Fusheng still felt he should be more careful in the future.

Since they had all been drinking, Jiang Wen simply called his assistant. The man surnamed Zhou drove to the restaurant, picked up Jiang Wen and the other three, and drove all the way to Zhao Fusheng's home.

Lady Luck seemed to favor Jiang Wen today. Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun, once in the car, were surprisingly well-behaved, leaning back in their seats and falling asleep.

Wiping his sweat, Zhao Fusheng looked at Jiang Wen: "Are you coming with me?"

Jiang Wen thought for a moment, glanced at Zhou Yun, who was motionless leaning there, and nodded: "I'll go with you; otherwise, you probably can't handle it alone."

With that awareness, Zhao Fusheng was naturally happy to accept.

The car soon arrived home. With the help of Assistant Zhou, Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen helped the two girls into the house.

It was Jiang Wen's first time there. He glanced at the interior decoration and nodded: "Nice place."

Rolling his eyes, Zhao Fusheng said: "You, who lives in a villa, don't make fun of us poor folks."

Smiling awkwardly, Jiang Wen decisively chose to play ostrich and keep quiet.

He knew Zhao Fusheng was full of pent-up anger with nowhere to vent. After all, no one would be in a good mood in such a situation.

They clumsily tossed the two girls onto the bed. Zhao Fusheng sat there, panting heavily.

"Hard work, want some water?" Jiang Wen came over with a fawning smile.

Zhao Fusheng despised this kind of person who only cared about the opposite sex. He glared at him: "Next time there's something like this, please pretend you don't know me, okay?"

Jiang Wen chuckled but didn't say anything.

Zhao Fusheng sighed. This guy would definitely drag him along next time something like this happened.

At this point, besides lamenting his misfortune in knowing the wrong person, he had no other choice. Who told him to accidentally get to know this guy?

"Well, should we call their roommate?" Jiang Wen hesitated and whispered after seeing Zhao Fusheng silent.

"Call?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned: "Why call?"

"To take care of them," Jiang Wen replied matter-of-factly.

"You're not even Zhou Yun's boyfriend yet; you don't need to be this dutiful." Zhao Fusheng looked at Jiang Wen, who was acting like a devoted boyfriend, and couldn't help but complain.

Old Jiang grinned smugly: "I've always been this good a man."

Looking at his self-satisfied expression, Zhao Fusheng wanted to kick him.

But considering he was a single dog, Zhao Fusheng decided to forgive him.

After all, single dogs really need the care of people all over the world.

To use a saying Zhao Fusheng heard in his previous life, being single is already pitiful enough; if they get bullied too, that's a tragedy.

"No need to worry about them; they'll probably sober up by evening." Zhao Fusheng glanced at Jiang Wen and said indifferently.

"Really?" Jiang Wen clearly didn't believe him.

Sighing, Zhao Fusheng looked at Jiang Wen sincerely: "Old Jiang, you know, you should have been a very good woman, but God accidentally fell asleep, so you became a man."

"What do you mean..." Jiang Wen was stunned, then realized: "Are you saying I'm naggy?"

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and gave him a sarcastic smile.

Jiang Wen felt terrible. Being mocked like this by Zhao Fusheng was unprecedented. He blinked and said to Zhao Fusheng: "You bastard, believe me, I'll get you drunk and throw you out."

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng was stunned for about ten seconds, then stood up, put on his shoes without a word, and walked out, leaving a bewildered Jiang Wen.

Five minutes later, Zhao Fusheng came back carrying a large bag of food, including smoked meats and several bags of peanuts. Behind him were the smiling couple who ran the neighborhood convenience store, carrying two cases of beer.

"Just put it here."

Politely saying to the store owner, Zhao Fusheng took out his wallet and handed him two hundred-yuan bills.

"Thanks," the owner said while giving change.

It was rare for someone to buy so much at once. Although home delivery was a bit troublesome, for the money, it wasn't a problem.

Jiang Wen had hidden when the store owner came in; after all, he was quite famous and had to be mindful of his image.

After they left, he came out, stared at the pile of stuff, and said blankly: "What do you mean?"

"Nothing much. Since we're both free, let's have a drink." Zhao Fusheng glanced at Jiang Wen and said calmly.

Jiang Wen laughed: "What, you're not convinced?"

Clearly, he thought Zhao Fusheng was challenging him.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and said calmly: "No, I'm not challenging you; I just want to drink with you."

"Drink then, who's afraid of who?" Jiang Wen said boldly.

It wasn't their first time drinking together. They had drunk once before at Jiang Wen's villa. Jiang Wen thought he knew Zhao Fusheng's tolerance and believed Zhao Fusheng couldn't outdrink him.

Little did he know, that time Zhao Fusheng had deliberately accompanied him to comfort him.

This time, Zhao Fusheng planned to show Jiang Wen why the flowers bloom so red.

"Come, here are dice. We'll roll dice; whoever loses downs one first."

Zhao Fusheng took out some dice from somewhere and tossed them to Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen looked confused: "Uh, aren't we each drinking our own?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Just the two of us, do you think drinking that way is fun?"

"Fine, whatever you say." Jiang Wen thought Zhao Fusheng had a point and agreed. In his view, even if Zhao Fusheng tried any tricks, drinking ultimately depended on tolerance. He didn't believe Zhao Fusheng could get him drunk.

As it turned out, sometimes IQ really determines one's fate.

At midnight, when Fan Baobao groggily sobered up and walked out of the bedroom, she saw in the living room Jiang Wen lying spread-eagled on the floor, while Zhao Fusheng was taking pictures with a camera...

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