Downtown, a homestay without a name.

Meng Le leaned against the sofa with drunken eyes, and threw a bunch of empty wine bottles at his feet, including white, beer, red, and some foreign wines that could not be named.

The disposable lunch boxes on the table were filled with leftovers, stuffed with cigarette butts. Not only were the flies buzzing, but there was a disgusting smell in the whole room.

The bubble series played on the TV opposite was turned on to the maximum sound. Meng Le sometimes raised his head and sometimes lowered his head to fiddled with the remote control. His lonely and helpless look made people feel distressed.

When the scene of the domineering president losing everything on TV, Meng Le also grinned and grabbed half a bottle of wine to shake it at the TV, murmured: "Haha, it's gone! I'm gone too! Cheers!"

As soon as a sip of wine was poured into his mouth, he was choked and coughed violently, and tears and snot were gushing out at the same time.

"vomit..."

As he coughed, his head tilted and vomited again.

Maybe he hadn't eaten well for a few days, or maybe he drank too much, except for not having time to digest the wine, most of the dark red stomach blood was all dark red.

"Bang!"

At this time, someone pushed open the door, and a figure quickly ran over, slapped Meng Le's back, and complained anxiously: "Brother, why have you drunk again? Haven't you promised me that you won't drown your sorrows in alcohol?"

The person who came was Liu Zihua, who was following him like a shadow.

"I don't have to worry, I'm fucking happy! Very happy! I've long wanted to take a good rest, but now I can finally stop and I don't have to work anymore, hahaha."

Meng Le twisted his body, pushed the other person away with force, and at the same time glared at the beads and cursed: "Huazi, have you promised me too, and you will never come to me again in the future. Please start over with Wu Bei..."

"Since you hope he can start over, why can't you?"

Outside the door, Wu Bei walked in with a plastic bag of cooked food.

"Xiao Wu is here!"

Meng Le paused, then stood up staggeringly, his eyes full of incredibleness, as if he didn't believe that someone would take the initiative to come to him at this time.

"What's wrong, it's not welcome!"

Looking at Meng Le with a beard, Wu Bei felt unspeakable, but he still pretended to be indifferent and blinked his eyes with a smile.

"I am happy from the bottom of my heart that you can come to see me. Now anyone who sees me is like a plague-avoiding god, for fear that I will open my mouth to borrow money, haha."

Meng Le reached out to go to Ru Wubei, but didn't pay attention to the wine bottle under his feet. He stepped on the air and staggered. His forehead hit the corner of the table with a "bang" and made a big hole, and blood flowed continuously.

"Brother, are you okay?"

"Does it matter? Hurry up and send it to the hospital!"

Wu Bei and Liu Zihua hurriedly came over to support him.

"A small problem, nothing big of a problem, I just woke me up."

Meng Le casually touched a ball of wrinkled toilet paper from the table and covered it with the wound.

"Brother, isn't it just that the investment failed? There is no need to make yourself desperate. No matter how much money and famine are, as long as we live, we will definitely have a chance to turn things around!"

The two of them pressed Meng Le back to sit on the sofa. Liu Zihua found a towel to wipe the wound for his elder brother, while Wu Beize comforted him in a complicated mood.

Although he couldn't empathize with it, he never wanted this big brother who was full of the aura of the world to sink into nothing.

"Haha, if I am as old as you, I don't want the bank 800 million, even if I owe 80 billion, I will still be full of fighting spirit. But how old am I now? The awkward age of urinating on the upper surface, and making a comeback is just deceiving myself."

Meng Le shook his head and murmured with numb eyes: "Okay, good brother, I understand everything you want to say. I know the truth better than you, but the language can't warm myself. My affairs are already like this. Let's not study it anymore, let's have some drinks with me."

"Brother, you can't drink any more, your stomach is ruined. If you continue, you can end your life. Brother Wu, please advise my boss. I just sent him to the hospital yesterday..."

Liu Zihua stretched out his hand and grabbed Meng Le's wine bottle, and stopped him with a serious expression.

"The doctor's words are like the liar's mouth. If you believe them, I have to eat Shufujia disinfection every day and give me wine!"

Meng Le raised his arms disdainfully.

"You really can't drink anymore."

Liu Zihua stubbornly shook his head and hugged the bottle in his arms.

"What do you mean? I'm so terrible now. You don't even listen to me? If you don't listen, you can leave. I didn't ask you to stay, right? Get out! Get out quickly!"

Meng Le was instantly anxious and kicked the coffee table over with a bang. The garbage on the table was thrown everywhere, and the stench filled the room again.

"Huazi, give me some wine. I'll drink with him. Don't worry, I have a clear idea!"

Seeing that both brothers were blushing and getting worse, Wu Beichong Liu Zihua gave a look.

Meng Le was too sensitive at this moment. Any little movement would make him feel that his failure would be looked down upon. Even if he knew in his heart that those who stopped him were just out of concern.

"Let's go, Brother Meng, go to your bed to drink. This piece is really delicious. I haven't had dinner yet, so please accompany me to make a couple."

After taking the wine bottle, Wu Bei picked up the cooked food he bought with one hand and supported the old brother's arm with the other to pull it towards the bedroom.

Liu Zihua sighed bitterly and began to clean up the messy living room.

At the same time, the fat man Lin Qingshan found the snack bar run by Qi Jinlong according to the address given by Wu Bei, and happened to meet him squatting at the door of the store and smoking "bangbang".

"Boss, you haven't opened yet, right? I don't know if you want to recruit people? I have learned to cook and I'm good at simple home-cooked fried food."

Lin Qingshan bent down to ask Qi Jinlong for help...

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