rubbish wake up

Jiang Nichen waved to me, I lowered my head and walked over to avoid the crowd.Jiang Nichen made a movement towards the bartender, the bartender understood, and skillfully took out various alcohol seasonings and mixed them.

"Sit!" Jiang Nichen said, nodding at the bar next to him, and I nodded and sat on the high stool.

Soon, a row of drinks was pushed in front of me. I didn't understand what was going on, so I turned to look at Jiang Nichen, who nodded at me with a glass in his hand, and tapped the drink in front of me with his index finger.

I shook my head, no, I'll make things worse if I drink.

Jiang Nichen frowned, not very satisfied with my feedback.At this time, a thin white hand was placed on his shoulder, and all five fingers were covered with rings.I looked up and saw a very fashionable young girl.

"Brother Achen! Long time no see! Why didn't you call me when you came today? Did you come alone? Where's Young Master Jin?"

The girl was talking close to Jiang Nichen's ear. I understand that the sound here is very noisy, but it's not good after all.

"What? Do you want to see me or that guy Jin Lehe?" Jiang Nichen turned around and looked at the girl. They were almost talking head to head. I felt like my throat was stuffed with cotton again, my Adam's apple Roll, roll, swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, but still felt uncomfortable.

"Cough..." My throat was burning. I remembered that I just ate Hunan cuisine, and I was really uncomfortable. I asked the bartender where the bathroom was, and he pointed me in the direction. I glanced at Jiang Nichen again. On the side, his back was still facing me, and at this moment his hands were on the girl's waist, and the girl leaned forward and backward with a smile.

I couldn't take it anymore, covered my mouth and went to the bathroom.

"Cough cough cough..." I felt as if I was about to vomit everything I ate at night. In the end, there was only some sour water left, and my stomach seemed to feel better. I took off my glasses and washed my face with cold water.

"Damn! Who the hell are you calling an idiot?" There was a cursing voice outside the men's room. Before I could put on my glasses, someone hit me on the back. My head hit the glass mirror, and my glasses snapped. When I fell to the ground, I quickly squatted down to touch my glasses, but it was difficult. The lights in the bar were already dim, and it was even darker when I squatted under the sink.

"Damn it!" The two people who had just pushed and shoved immediately wrestled and fought. I only heard a click, which seemed to be my glasses. I followed the sound and touched them. There were two glasses legs on the ground. Separated, the lens has been incomplete.

I sighed and stood up leaning on the wall. At such a time, I should hurry to call the bar security over.