C1 An Accident.

The curtain of night had fallen, and the lanterns were lit. The nightlife in B City had quietly begun.

The dance floor was filled with twisting bodies, and the colorful lights shone down, bringing with it an extremely ambiguous atmosphere. Men and women danced wildly.

"Give me a glass of the strongest wine here."

This was a place to drink to dispel the worries. Lola sat in front of the bar and looked at the beautiful glass of wine that was handed over. She gulped it down and choked on it, causing tears to flow out.

Lola couldn't help but scold, "What the hell is this? It's so bad."

She looked at the price list again. It was 108 yuan per glass!

Lola quickly picked up the glass and licked it. Oh my god, what the hell is this? I can't even taste it, and it's actually going to cost 108 yuan. I feel so drunk.

Lola looked at the exquisite and small special wine in front of her with a pained expression. She felt as if she had been hurt by 10,000 points. It was only one mouthful, but it cost 108 yuan. Her mouth was full of gold. It was as if she had seen a lot of money fly away with wings. She had come here to borrow alcohol to dispel her worries, but now, she was even more worried.

Her boyfriend was cheating on her. No, it should be her ex-boyfriend. She was kissing him right in front of her. Even if she said that she had broken up, even if she acted cool, cool was just an act. Who said that it wasn't sad? Who said that it wasn't sad was lying?

Although it was not a pity that the scumbag had thrown it away, it was still his first love. Even if it was only maintained for 28 days, it was still his first love.

"Little girl, you're alone. How about I treat you to a drink?" A wretched-looking man suddenly walked over with a glass of wine in his hand. He had a fat head and big ears, and he looked a little disgusting. His stomach was round and round, and it seemed like he had been pregnant for more than four months.

"Who are you? Do I know you? If you don't, then hurry up and get lost. I'm not in a good mood today, so don't come and mess with me."

"Yo, you're a hot chick. I like this kind of girl."

The man stroked his fat chin and rubbed his round beer belly. His eyes revealed a different expression. He looked as if he had the urge to take you down today. He looked around and was sure that it was a person. Then, he sat down at the side and carefully sized him up.

He had been in the nightclub for a few days, but he had never seen such a person before.

This girl was definitely the real deal. Even the boss now liked pure girls and did not like those with heavy makeup. Wasn't it popular to be young and refreshing?

Lola turned around and did not know whether she was drunk or not. She suddenly pushed the disgusting man in front of her and said, "Scram away from me. You look like this and you still come out to pick up girls. Hurry up and go home and look at yourself in the mirror."

However, that person did not get angry. Instead, he continued, "Come, let me take you to a drink. I'll treat you to a drink."

"Go away, don't bother me."

Lola tried to push away the man who was blocking her way, but she didn't know that the special cocktail she had just drank was mixed with spices.

Lola staggered down the bar counter and suddenly bumped into a hard wall of flesh. She blinked and looked up along the way.

What a beautiful man!

His eyebrows were long and sharp with a hint of coldness, and the corners of his eyes were especially attractive. Lola almost drowned in his eyes. Thinking about how he had exposed his large chest muscles, she wondered if he was the legendary male public relations officer.

Could it be that all the male public relations officers nowadays were so handsome? No wonder the black shop was so expensive even for a normal cocktail. It seemed that they were not selling wine!

Lola thought of the Russian grandpa who had been tricked and was about to die. She slapped the man's open chest. Anyway, she was a customer, so she could do whatever she wanted.

Lola looked at the woman who had taken the initiative to throw herself at him with cold eyes. The man raised his eyebrows. There was actually someone who used such an old-fashioned method to strike up a conversation.

Before the man could push her away, Lola, who was full of courage, grabbed his full muscles and muttered, "Why is it so hard?"

The man froze for a moment and then felt cold air coming out of his body. Before he could say anything, Lola grabbed his collar and pulled his hair down. "What's the point of being so tall? You, come and accompany me tonight! I have money!"