Driver of The Beautiful CEO Chapter 134: The Murder in the Night

Fang Tao found a problem. With enough wine tubes, drinking with Liu Yanbo is almost the same as looking for death.

About two hours, a box of forty ** Red Star Erguotou has five** left, among which Liu Yanbo drank 26**.

A **100ml Red Star Erguotou has about two or two weights, twenty-six**, which is about five kilograms. This amount is really good for drinking!

More importantly, Liu Yanbo opened the twenty-seventh **.

In Fang Tao's eyes now, Liu Yanbo is like a freak. The more people drink, the more uncomfortable they are, and the more crazy they drink, but the more they drink, the more sober and the more taciturn they are.

Fortunately, Liu Yanbo is not a person who likes to persuade him to drink, otherwise Fang Tao feels that he will use the broom to drive him out.

Gudong~

Liu Yanbo suffocated half of it with one sip, then lit a cigarette. From the beginning of drinking to the present, he can count all the words he has said with ten fingers.

It was still raining outside the window, and under the night, the lights of Wanjia were covered with a thin layer of mist, making it cold and misty.

The palm print on Liu Yanbo's face has not faded, like a ruthless brand, not only burned on his face, but also in his heart.

This bustling metropolis made of reinforced concrete is really cold, right?

Gudong~

Liu Yanbo finished the twenty-seventh **, the burning sensation of ** flowed from the esophagus into his stomach, and then spread throughout his body...

His...ha...

Liu Yanbo groaned and groaned comfortably, but invisibly, his sense of loneliness seemed to grow stronger.

"Don't drink." Just when Liu Yanbo reached out and picked up the twenty-eighth sex, Fang Tao couldn't help but stop him. "A drunk can't solve a thousand sorrows, and you are still a person who does not want to be drunk, so why bother with yourself."

Liu Yanbo let go and smiled: "I have passed the age of using alcohol to relieve my sorrows. A long time ago, apart from drinking alcohol, I had no other reason to drink."

He is telling the truth, but he is also quibbling.

At least Fang Tao doesn’t believe Liu Yanbo’s words very much. Although he is like a hermit who doesn’t care about the world, he is still one of the heirs of the Fang family in Haishi. Even if he does not deliberately inquire about some news , The only thing he should know is that someone will tell him.

Lu Tianhao is back.

Fang Tao knew the news long before Liu Yanbo came.

Combining this news with the conspicuous slap print on Liu Yanbo's face, Fang Tao can guess the matter with his toes.

He guessed it, but he didn't mention a single sentence from beginning to end.

Fang Tao knows that some people can’t persuade them. The more you persuade them, the deeper he will hide his concerns, and the less he can forget them.

Fang Tao also knows that Liu Yanbo is such a person. So he had to take the sentence: "You don't like to drink anymore, do you have a grudge against it?"

Liu Yanbo smiled, leaned back on the sofa and stopped talking, his clear and bright gaze stayed out of the window.

For most of the time, Liu Yanbo has been looking out the window.

Is he waiting for the rain to stop? Or who are you looking forward to?

Fang Tao has become accustomed to Liu Yanbo's dull gourd state. Fortunately, he is not a talkative person himself, so there is no embarrassment to say.

Sitting is lonely, but it is also a kind of enjoyment. It allows you enough time to recognize reality.

Liu Yanbo is not a saint, but he is quite sure that he is not angry with Yin Hanruo.

He knew she didn't love herself, just as he didn't love her either.

Liu Yanbo knew that in this unfeeling marriage, a situation similar to today will happen sooner or later. He was mentally prepared on the day he received the certificate.

It’s just that Liu Yanbo didn’t expect that his own capacity in this area does not seem to be as strong as he imagined, so that he doesn’t even know what to do next, or even tonight. Where should I go for the night?

The hotel?

Liu Yanbo didn't want to go. That kind of place was too cold for him now.

This is not hypocrisy, but a sequelae. It is a sequelae of a prodigal son who is too greedy for his family.

"Home" is not a pure home, but Liu Yanbo still feels that in the city of Haishi, the Villa No. 13 in Zizhuyuan belonging to Yin Hanruo is his home, at least until now. He still thinks so.

Liu Yanbo started to regret a bit, regretting that he shouldn't have accepted Yin Hanruo's unreliable marriage transaction.

From home to homeless, this is Liu Yanbo's second experience in his life, and the taste is still so uncomfortable for him.

He decided to have a good talk with her.

Whether to continue to make do with it, or to be unrestrained, Liu Yanbo needs a clear answer from Yin Hanruo.

He doesn't want this matter to bother him for too long, after all, life in Haishi will continue.

…………

The night is as dark as ink, and the rain is getting bigger and bigger.

Liu Yanbo walked alone on the street holding the umbrella Fang Tao gave him, holding his twenty-eighth liquor in the other hand.

He wanted to talk to Yin Hanruo, but he didn't go back to Zizhuyuan.

Liu Yanbo walked slowly through one street after another. His rickety steps seemed to be on his head, a bit drunk.

Walking through a few bustling streets, and turning around two small alleys with particularly bleak lights...

Walking, walking until the side of the Huangjiang River, Liu Yanbo stopped.

This river is one of the first rivers to be dug and dredged by humans in history. It is the mother river of Haishi, but some people say privately: This is a sinking river.

Because in this Yellow River, it has been unknown how many people have been thrown in to feed the bastard.

Those unseen activities, those grudges...

Nothing can be greater than human ambition, and nothing can be more terrifying than human selfish desires.

On the edge of the Yellow River, there are always winners and losers.

Liu Yanbo’s choice is undoubtedly one of the most hidden places on both sides of the Yellow River. Even if there is a cruise ship passing by, the searchlight will never hit the area where he is, because no tourist likes to look bad. Grassland and crooked neck trees~IndoMTL.com~ There is no surveillance here, no pedestrians in a hurry, and people who can run here at night are all embarrassed.

Liu Yanbo looked back at the dark depths. This was the first time he had just walked along the way. He looked back and said lightly: "Come out."

Who is he talking to?

Shortly after coming out of Fang Tao's milk tea shop, Liu Yanbo discovered that someone was following him, and all of them were good players.

No one came out in that darkness, and no one answered him. There was still the sound of wind and rain and the endless river flowing in my ears.

Liu Yanbo turned his head back to look at the river surface, but the moment he turned his head, just when the empty door behind his back opened--

Three cold rays of light came through the air quietly, revealing the murderous intent.

The river is rolling and the autumn rain is continuous.

Tonight, who will be the non-returning person in this Huangjiang River?