The daughter of the medical school is so handsome

"Ha ha--"

The woman sneered, filled the glass in her hand with vodka, and pushed it to Hong Lang, "Do you want to drink?"

"drink!"

Hong Lang took it, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

The high concentration of alcohol quickly burned all the way down his throat, heating up his whole body, and the eyes he looked at the woman were also burning with alcohol.

"Can you still drink?"

The woman asked with a provocative sideways glance at him.

"can!"

Hong Lang wasn't trying to be brave, although the wine was strong, to him it was just thicker water.

The woman in front of him made him even more drunk.

After experiencing Xiaomei's hypocritical little white flowers, he felt that this kind of thorny red rose was more interesting.

"Then I'll buy you another drink."

The woman filled up the vodka again and handed it to him, winking like silk.

"Good! Refreshing!"

Hong Lang raised his glass and drank it all down.

The woman Mei stood up with a smile, twisted her water snake waist, and walked out.

Hong Lang hesitated for a moment, but did not follow, and continued to pour a glass of vodka and drank it.

After walking for a while, the woman turned around and found that he hadn't followed, but continued to drink. She was a little surprised, so she came back again:

"What? I'm not as charming as this wine?"

"You are more charming than wine, but at the moment I just want to drink."

Hong Lang stretched out his hand and took away the hand wrapped around her neck, "Come and drink with me, too."

"Oh?"

The corner of the woman's lips curled up into a playful smile, she sat next to Hong Lang, and beckoned the waiter to bring some wine.

"I'm good at high-strength cocktails, don't you?"

The woman looked at him narrowly and beautifully and asked.

"drink."

Hong Lang nodded.

The woman's slender hands began to dance, and after a fierce tiger operation, a glass of green, orange, yellow, purple and green cocktail was made, with bright colors and distinct layers, which looked very beautiful.

"Thank you."

Hong Lang took the cocktail over and took a sip. The taste was complex and special, as if there were indescribable emotions in this world.

He glanced at Feng Qi and Li Fengxing who were laughing and dancing in the center of the ballroom, a strong sense of loneliness welled up in his head, and he drank all the wine in one go.

The brown eyes that were a little bit drunk looked at the woman's eyes, a little bit hazy.

The woman stretched out her finger painted with black nail polish, and gently touched his lips, winking like silk.

Hong Lang took her finger off her lips, spread it out, touched her palm with his fingertips, then pushed her hand back, his eyes turned cold instantly, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "You want to kill me?"

"Ha ha--"

The woman laughed loudly, and at some point in her hand, a short blade as thin as a cicada's wing was added, stabbing Hong Lang's neck.

Hong Lang's hand grabbed her wrist.

The woman's high-heeled foot kicked the table towards Hong Lang, and the thin blade on the sole also stabbed Hong Lang.

Hong Lang turned around beautifully, landed behind her, grabbed her knife hand with one hand, wrapped her neck with the other, and firmly clamped her long legs with his feet.

There was a scream and clatter around, and they scattered away.

Feng Qi and Li Fengxing stopped when they heard the movement, and walked towards Hong Lang.

The woman wanted to do a backflip kick, but Hong Lang's reaction was faster, without giving her any chance to resist, and asked coldly, "Why do you want to kill me?"

"Ha ha--"

The woman snorted coldly, "Revenge!"

"You are Yingfeng's younger sister Yingyun?"

Looking at the woman's seemingly similar face, Hong Lang thought of someone.

"Humph!"

Ying Yun snorted coldly, "I didn't expect you to know my name? That's right, my brother has a good relationship with you, so he will definitely tell you my name. You wolf who betrayed your friends and murdered them, you don't know me today. Kill me, one day I can kill you."

"If you think I really betrayed Yingfeng, you can kill me now."

Hong Lang let go of Yingyun's hands and feet, sat down calmly, and poured himself a glass of wine.

The thin blade in Yingyun's hand rested on the carotid artery of Hong Lang's neck, but he didn't stab it.

Hong Lang remained motionless and continued to drink.

Ying Yun moved the thin blade away, sat down opposite Hong Lang again, poured a glass of vodka and drank it, and said to him, "You are poisoned."

"I know, your nails touched my lips just now, and you have already poisoned me."

Hong Lang said calmly.

"You are not afraid of death?"

Yingyun's long and narrow beautiful eyes stared straight at his brown eyes.

Ten years ago, her brother Yingfeng showed her a picture of Hong Lang, and she was immediately attracted by his brown pupils.

Now, these brown pupils are not as pure as ten years ago, and have become deep and reserved.

"I'm afraid of death, but I'm not afraid of dying under your hands, Yingyun."

Hong Lang looked at her and called her name softly.

Ying Yun's heart skipped a beat, "Why?"

"Because you are Yingyun, Yingfeng's younger sister."

Hong Lang said hoarsely, "That's right, I do owe Yingfeng my life, and you should come to get it."

"What did you do to my brother?"

Ying Yun's long and narrow eyes were filled with blood red.

"He died because of me."

Hong Lang said, "I should be the one who died."

"Then why don't you die?"

Ying Yun asked fiercely.

"Because he won't let me die."

Hong Lang looked at Ying Yun, "He asked me to take care of you."

"I don't need your care!"

Ying Yun said angrily, "I only want my brother."

"I'm sorry, I can't afford it."

A look of sadness appeared on Hong Lang's face, "But, if you want my life to pay back, I can give it to you."

Ying Yun raised his head and drank a glass of wine, shook his head lightly, and said stubbornly, "I don't want your life, I just want my brother!"

"Or, I'll be your brother."

Hong Lang looked at her and said.

"I don't want you to be my elder brother. From the time I saw your picture ten years ago, I just want you to be my man!"

Feng Qi and Li Fengxing looked at each other and sat on the other side.

"It seems that Hong Lang really met the woman he should have met this time."

Li Fengxing said with a smile, "If he is a wolf, then the woman is a werewolf tamer."