Chapter 22 How can you say no?

When Shen Boyan arrived at the bar, the atmosphere inside was already heating up.

Zhuang Shenling obviously did not intend to turn his style into literary and artistic. The colorful lights in the bar flashed crazily, the DJ played on the stage, and the harsh and noisy laughter and screams rushed towards the face.

Shen Boyan was not used to such a volume, but Cheng Wenjun was very interested. He found a booth far away from the center, sat down with Shen Boyan, and even took the initiative to wave and order drinks for the two of them.

"Xiaoyan." Cheng Wenjun looked at him, squinting his eyes and smiling. I don't know if his voice was deliberately lowered, "Have you been to a place like this before?" Been here. Shen Boyan thought.

In those two years, he and Cheng Wenjun failed the college entrance examination and ended up in the same school by accident. Although he usually doesn't like to go out, Cheng Wenjun is an energetic person and often takes him to play everywhere.

At that time, they had been to many places in City C. Cheng Wenjun only tasted the wine every time, while Shen Boyan tasted all the wines that could be named. He was victorious in every battle and never got drunk.

"Very few." He lied again, "Only once or twice... I drank a little alcohol each time."

"I occasionally attend such occasions." Cheng Wenjun smiled, "But always when socializing You can't help but drink a little. Don't worry, I will take you back if you are drunk."

He repeated this again.

Shen Boyan felt more and more that this man was holding nothing back. Sure enough, when two cocktails were served, Cheng Wenjun raised his hand to stop the waiter's intention of telling the name of the drink, and directly placed one of them in front of Shen Boyan.

The cup was transparent in color, with a slice of lemon inserted into the cup and a few bubbles floating in the liquid.

"Listen to others' recommendations." Cheng Wenjun looked at him with a smile on his lips, but there was a trace of strange color in his eyes.

Shen Boyan raised the cup and took a sip as if he didn't have the slightest doubt.

The mouth is warm, with a slight bitterness, and no obvious spiciness.

Probably a well-disguised high-altitude cocktail like Long Island Iced Tea. he guessed.

"How does it taste?" Cheng Wenjun asked him.

"It tastes pretty good." Shen Boyan gave an answer he might have wanted to hear.

Cheng Wenjun raised his cup to Shen Boyan happily. As soon as he opened his mouth, a voice from beside him cut in.

"Professor Shen." Meng Xinqiao appeared from behind Cheng Wenjun with a smile, "What a coincidence, are you and your friends?"

Under Shen Boyan's gaze, Cheng Wenjun frowned visibly.

"Excuse me, who are you?" He turned around and looked at Meng Xinqiao, "Do you know Xiaoyan?"

"Ah," Meng Xinqiao said in a warm tone despite Cheng Wenjun's somewhat aggressive attitude, "You are Professor Shen

"I'm just a friend of Professor Shen," he said

. Stiff, on the contrary, he raised a warmer smile.

"That's it!" He clinked glasses with Cheng Wenjun enthusiastically, "This is the first time I see Professor Shen coming out with his partner. My name is Meng Xinqiao, please take care of me."

"Cheng Wenjun." Cheng Wenjun still had a smile on his face, but why It depends on how reluctant you are.

"It turns out to be Mr. Cheng," Meng Xinqiao shook hands with Cheng Wenjun, "I have admired your name for a long time, but I didn't expect to see you today."

Even Cheng Wenjun couldn't find anything wrong with his attitude, so he could only look at Meng Xinqiao helplessly. He sat down on the other side of the booth without any embarrassment.

"Have Professor Shen watched the sunset with your lover?" Meng Xinqiao skillfully opened the topic, "I took a lot of photos and prepared to post them on Moments for display."

"Took a few photos." Shen Boyan replied, " It's quite beautiful."

"Haha, it's indeed a beautiful sight." Meng Xinqiao changed the topic, "How about your wife taking photos for you?" "No." Shen

Boyan shook his head, "I don't have the habit of taking photos.

It seemed a little awkward.

"Xiaoyan, if you want to take pictures, you can tell me." He tilted his head and tried to make his expression look considerate and gentle.

Shen Boyan said "hmm" without saltiness and drank half the glass of wine as soon as he raised his hand.

Meng Xinqiao exchanged a few words with the two of them. He was good at chatting, and although Cheng Wenjun was not very cooperative, he still kept the topic going and did not let the atmosphere completely cool down.

The DJ on the stage changed a few songs. Shen Boyan's ears hurt from the noise. After drinking the wine in a few gulps, he put the glass back on the table.

At this time, Cheng Wenjun, who was silent, said sharply: "Have you finished drinking? Can I order you something else?"

Shen Boyan was not drunk at all. He glanced at Cheng Wenjun noncommittally. Just as he was about to say something, another uninvited guest suddenly appeared.

"Hey, you two are here too?" Fang Shengyun suddenly appeared and sat down on the booth, "Who is this? Why do you look so unfamiliar?"

"Meng Xinqiao." Meng Xinqiao was completely There was no stage fright, and he introduced himself gracefully, "I used to live in city B, but recently settled in city C for work reasons."

"Refreshingly." Fang Shengyun and Meng Xinqiao clinked glasses, "Fang Shengyun, let's just get to know each other."

His eyes Turning around in a circle: "You guys just sit here and drink, what do you want to play?"

"I'm fine." Meng Xinqiao immediately agreed, "What does Mr. Fang want to play?"

"Shen Boyan doesn't play this kind of game very much. , just make something simple." Fang Shengyun waved his hand, "How about guessing?"

Shen Boyan has never played this before: "What are the rules?"

"Simple." Gu, ten dice. The player chooses a number from 1 to 6, then shakes the dice. If there is a corresponding number, remove the corresponding dice, and then continue. Shake. It's time for the next round."

"Oh," Shen Boyan quickly understood, "I understand.

He can't get drunk even if he drinks.

He didn't raise any objection. Cheng Wenjun's eyes were bright and dark, and he finally reluctantly closed his mouth. Fang Shengyun generously ordered a few bottles of champagne and took four more glasses.

"Let's start with Shen Boyan and rotate clockwise." He said, "All three of us are veterans."

"Okay." Shen Boyan took the cup and caught a glimpse of Cheng Wenjun's hesitant expression from the corner of his eye.

"What points are Professor Shen going to choose?" Meng Xinqiao asked.

"Let's take 2." Shen Boyan shook the cup without hesitation.

His luck was very good, and when he revealed it, there were three 2-point dice inside. He picked it out, closed the cup, and handed it to Meng Xinqiao on his left.

"I'll do it." Meng Xinqiao picked up the color cup, "Then I... I'll do a 4."

The dice in the color cup made a clattering sound. He simply clicked it on the table, and after opening it, there happened to be a dice with a count of 4 inside.

"Looks like I don't have to drink this time." He smiled.

"Don't talk too much." Fang Shengyun picked up the cup and shook it exaggeratedly, "1, have one!"

But he was a little unlucky. This time he didn't even have a dice with a value of 1. He sighed regretfully and poured a full glass into the glass: "Looks like I'll be the one to make this a good start!" It was Cheng Wenjun's turn.

"I choose 6." He paused and said.

He was also lucky and took out two dice with a value of 6.

When it was passed to Shen Boyan again, there were only 4 dice left.

"Just 3." He said, shaking the cup and placing it on the table.

This time his luck was not so good. There was no dice with a value of 3 in the color cup. Seeing this, Meng Xinqiao took the champagne from Fang Shengyun's hand and poured half a glass for Shen Boyan.

"Come on, Professor Shen." He raised his hand to Shen Boyan, "Have a drink!"

Shen Boyan didn't lie, he raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass in one sip. The next one was Meng Xinqiao again. He got two dice with the same number as his own, and successfully left only the last two dice in the color cup.

"Oh, it's white-hot." Fang Shengyun said with a smile, "I'll do it - I'll do a 4."

The color cup was opened, and there happened to be a dice with a number of 4 inside. He closed the color cup proudly and handed it to Cheng Wenjun: "The critical moment has come, Cheng Wenjun, let's watch your performance."

Cheng Wenjun held the color cup with only one dice in his hand and raised the corner of his mouth.

"Okay." He said, "I'll pick 1."

After the crisp sound, there was only one die with the number 6 lying in the cup.

"It's your turn to drink!" Fang Shengyun was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so he took the champagne and poured it for Cheng Wenjun. "Come on, let's go!"

Cheng Wenjun held the cup and drank it in one gulp.

"Mr. Cheng, if you don't choose the number, you have to try again." Meng Xinqiao gently reminded from the side.

Cheng Wenjun picked up the cup as if helpless.

"Choose 2." He changed the number and shook the color cup.

This time he was still not selected. As soon as Fang Shengyun saw the number, he stood up suddenly like a bad friend and poured a full glass of champagne for Cheng Wenjun again.

"This is the second time!" He patted Cheng Wenjun on the shoulder, "Come on!"

Shen Boyan saw Cheng Wenjun exhale heavily, and the smile on his face became increasingly unbearable.

"5." His voice was a little dull.

The sound of the dice sounded for the third time. When the cup was placed on the table, Cheng Wenjun showed the number 2 without giving Cheng Wenjun any face.

The third glass of champagne was filled by Fang Shengyun. Cheng Wenjun drank it all in one gulp again, but his swallowing movements were much more reluctant.

"You're a bit unlucky." Fang Shengyun scoffed, "Don't have to drink five or six glasses to guess right."

Cheng Wenjun ignored Fang Shengyun and said to himself: "...1."

He put the cup in his mouth impatiently Buttoned on the table.

This time he guessed correctly, and the lone die lying in the color cup happened to be turned to the 1 position. Meng Xinqiao gathered up the dice on the table and put them back into the cup, and asked, "Let's start with Professor Shen in order, right?"

"Okay." Fang Shengyun did not object.

"...Anything is fine." Cheng Wenjun didn't say anything.

Shen Boyan took the cup again. After two rounds this time, he, Meng Xinqiao and Cheng Wenjun all had a drink. Finally, when it was Cheng Wenjun's turn to take the color cup, there were two dice left.

Cheng Wenjun shook it twice more, but failed to pick the correct number each time. Shen Boyan saw the colorful lights falling on his face, reflecting his red face and slightly blurred eyes.

This round did not last long. Cheng Wenjun finally guessed the number on the third try and took away the last two dice in one fell swoop. A new round started again, and the color cup containing ten dice returned to Shen Boyan's hands.

This time the unlucky person was Fang Shengyun. But by the end of the round, he had only had 3 drinks in total.

The next round starts again from Cheng Wenjun. But after a few rounds, the color cup was in his hand again.

Round after round, cup after cup. Shen Boyan always stayed awake, but others were not like that.

Cheng Wenjun could no longer laugh at all. His face was already red, and his speech began to become sluggish, always half a beat slower.

Fang Shengyun easily got on his face when he drank. At this moment, his face was drunk, but his eyes were still clear.

"Keep going!" He picked up the coloring cup and shook it at a few people.

"Continue?" Meng Xinqiao smiled.

He had the least drink today, and he was extremely lucky. At this moment, his face was not red, and his expression was sober.

"I..." Cheng Wenjun spoke slowly.

"How is Mr. Cheng?" Meng Xinqiao suddenly interrupted him, "How about we play a few more games to avenge our shame?"

Cheng Wenjun fell silent.

Shen Boyan subconsciously looked at Meng Xinqiao. Colorful lights reflected on Meng Xinqiao's face, and he was still smiling.

"Come on." He leaned forward and put the cup into Cheng Wenjun's hand.

"How can you say no in front of your lover?"

Cheng Wenjun still wanted to refuse.

Shen Boyan stared at his red and confused face, his thoughts racing.

"Cheng Wenjun?" He asked in a slightly puzzled tone, "Don't you want to play?"

Cheng Wenjun paused.

His hands loosened and tightened. In the end, I still held the color cup.

"Play," he said hoarsely.