After wearing the book, I relied on yin and yang feng shui to bend the king of hell [Entertainment C

It happened during Satan's company's second party.

He Yu and Yan Zen walked into the venue wearing black and white outfits that looked like couples' outfits.

There is no opening speech this time, and after a week, everyone has become familiar with it and started to communicate with people who want to have business contacts.

Of course, there are also some who are particularly leisurely, such as Lin Han, or spokespersons like Krell.

He Yu specially invited Ge Miao this time. Didn't Ye Chen ask him to observe more, so he will observe thoroughly.

Ge Miao was also very confused when he was invited, but he came in with his carefree personality. Anyway, the manager always has a set of rhetoric for him to get to know more people.

He Yu held a glass of champagne, and leaned to the side with Yan Zen.

Yan Zen looked at that side face, which was outlined in the color of stars and moons under the flickering light, and her eyes were full of broken light.

As if he saw something interesting, he took two steps forward, stepping on it like a star, shining with each step.

Yan Zen felt that the sounds around her were indistinct as if blocked by something, but for He Yu, even the sound of footsteps was clear.

He felt a feeling that was getting stronger and stronger, suppressed in his chest, and was about to burst out.

He Yu obviously didn't understand what Yan Zen was thinking every day, and then came back after probing his head: "Krell probably won't come looking for him again, um, it's good."

"That kind of scum, let's terminate the contract quickly." Yan Zen took a sip of champagne.

Before He Yu could say "I will", a waiter came over and handed him a glass of wine. When he arrived, he thanked him, took it, and took a sip.

After He Yu glanced back, he stared straight at Yan Zen again, and soon his eyes shifted to Yan Zen's half-drunk champagne.

Yan Zen seemed to sense something, she swung her wine glass twice: "Let's change?"

He Yu nodded.

After taking a sip of champagne, He Yu suddenly laughed. Before Yan Zen could figure out what was going on, He Yu slowly came over and said, "Indirect kissing." Since the live broadcast, this meme has penetrated into his head.

Yan Zen: "..." Tell me whether I should drink the glass of wine in my hand or not.

He finally took a sip.

He Yu's fingers shook twice, but there was no big reaction after all.

Yan Zen didn't drink well, his face was already slightly flushed, the effect of the wine made his heart beat faster, and he felt that his eardrums were being knocked crazily.

After finally suppressing an inexplicable impulse in his heart, he tried not to look at He Yu standing in front of him, and turned to other places.

"Okay, don't drink," He Yu was a little worried when he saw his blushing, "Be careful of getting drunk." Although he felt that Yan Zen was still quite obedient when he was drunk, such a small amount was not enough.

"It's good to be crazy about wine," Yan Zeng said, taking another big sip, raising his slender neck, and the red necklace shone like blood on his fair skin, "Being crazy about wine can do anything. Give it up to the wine."

He Yu smiled awkwardly, the champagne in his hand happened to be gone, he asked the waiter for an empty wine glass, took some red wine, and shook it twice.

The leisurely conversation almost came to an end, and Krell walked over shamelessly: "Hey, both of you."

He Yu wanted to drag Yan Zen away, but Yan Zen didn't seem to want to just slip away like this.

"Hello," Yan Zen said, "A lot of things happened before."

Krell shrugged: "I really shouldn't anger the big boss." The tone of this sentence sounded particularly mocking, and Yan Zen was so eager to do it.

Before Yan Zen could think of a way to drive Krell away, she felt uncomfortable, groggy, with shortness of breath to an indescribable degree, and more and more suffocation.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Yan Zen said close to He Yu's ear.

"Wine glass." He Yu pointed to the glass in Yan Zen's hand.

"No, I'll hold it by myself." Yan Zen supported the wall and took a few steps before regaining the state of being able to walk straight.

Krell saw his appearance in his eyes: "God, what happened to him? I want to go and see, don't you mind?"

He Yu leaned against the wall and looked at the little wine in the glass, and slowly raised his eyes when he heard the voice, showing a smile: "Of course not."

Claire ran out of his sight.

He Yu whispered, "Of course I have no objection to sending you to my death." He was a little selfish, and wanted to see what would happen if Lord Hades did it.

Yan Zen sat down in a cubicle in the bathroom, the sound of panting lingered in his ears and never stopped, the sound of his heart could be described as annoying.

Only at this time will he realize that what he is now in is an ordinary physical body, and he cannot bear certain dangerous things.

For example, the medicine in that glass of red wine.

He knew everything from the look He Yu gave him after taking a sip, but he just hinted that He Yu would be fine if he ate it, and took another sip when the other party didn't expect it.

This is the result of one party trusting the other party too much, and the other party showing off too much.

Yan Zen suppressed the medicine that he didn't even know what it was, and his breathing gradually calmed down, but the mana couldn't last too long within the range that the physical body could bear.

He doesn't cherish this body, he just cherishes the game called life that he has played until now.Moreover, there are still people waiting for him.

He managed to recover completely, and the glass of wine was placed beside him.Standing up straight, he was about to pick up the wine when there was a knock on the compartment door.

The voice is very characteristic, it is Claire: "Dear Yan Zen, how is your health?"

Yan Zen thought that the chief culprit could be so at ease?The time when he was staring at He Yu and Yan Zen drinking that glass of wine didn't exist.

"I'm fine." He's really fine, even if the drug attacks him, it won't have the effect Krell wants.

"Really?" Claire felt that Yan Zen's voice was a little weak with confidence from somewhere, "Do you need me to help you—"

Yan Zen fiddled with her phone twice, and checked the time, it was 21:34.

Before he turned off his phone, he jumped to 35 minutes.

He opened the door, just interrupting what Krell was about to say.

"It's all like this, why don't you tell me, what medicine did you give me?" Yan Zen put the almost finished red wine in front of the two of them.

He tried his best to look a little miserable.

Krell shook his head: "Hey dear Zhen, I haven't done anything to you, believe me I'm a good person, okay?"

Yan Zen looked at the cup: "Indeed, it's not right to me," he felt the cup shaking in his hand, "You wanted He Yu to drink it."

Krell curled his lips, and still bit his teeth to deny: "Oh no, I would never do such an excessive thing. By the way, how far have you and He Yu developed now?"

Yan Zen suddenly realized what Krell originally wanted to take away, and the last sliver of calm was washed away by anger. Now only He Yu's worry about him is restrained, and that bit of reserve may be shattered at any time.

"How's your body feeling? Do you want me to help?" Krell asked while trying to find Yan Zen's cell phone, so he put his hand on it naturally.

Yan Zen frowned, and drove away the hand: "You did this to He Yu?"

Krell was still groping, and didn't answer the question in time, but he missed the best time and couldn't move his mouth. Just as he was about to speak, the glass splashed everywhere.

—the wine glass fell on his head and shattered.

Yan Zen's last sliver of reason is so lacking. He tacitly agrees that Krell has given an affirmative answer to his last question.

Or maybe it was because of drinking that he hallucinated.

Yan Zen's anger is visible to the naked eye, and the reason is easy to guess.

I do my best to pamper and hold the person in my palm, is it someone like you who can move?

That person was as bright and clear as the bright moon, and every frown and smile seemed to be in a different realm from him, clean and flawless.

He doesn't allow people like that to be spoiled by anything.

Furious, coupled with the effect of the wine itself, Yan Zen's mind was full of what Klein said, the wine glass was broken, he picked up the decorative vase next to him, and slammed it hard on Klein's chest.

The ground is full of debris.

Unexpectedly, no one came into the bathroom, but Yan Zen couldn't be sure if anyone witnessed the whole process.At least for him right now, that doesn't matter.

Yan Zen felt the groggy feeling getting stronger and stronger, sitting on the side, her hand was punctured, and some blood flowed out.

He wasn't sure if all the blood came from him, maybe Krell was bleeding from his beating somewhere.

But he was already very merciful. First, he didn't hit the vital point, second, he didn't use all his strength, and third, he didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue.If he really does that, then Krell can now be honorably upgraded to Dumpling Stuffing.

His intuition told him that Krell did not faint, and he even showed a sly smile for a moment inadvertently, and quickly put it away.

Yan Zen just felt that she didn't have more energy to take care of these things.

He finds it very strange that he can clearly stand up now, wash his hands, and then go to his little guy as if nothing happened, and then say "solved" half-jokingly, which will never make him curious What's the scene inside.

But now...immediately, he wanted to see He Yu appear in front of him.

He was sure it was the alcohol that caused him to lose his temper like a child, but it was beyond human control.

So much so that when He Yu really came over, he was caught off guard and had no time to cover the chaotic scene.

He Yu looked at the bathroom: "It's horrible."

Yan Zen didn't have the strength to respond, but her heart seemed to be hooked.

What he was worried about was that He Yu would not agree with his violent behavior caused by excessive anger.He also seems to be... not without fault, um, too impulsive.

He Yu struggled to find his feet and walked to Yan Zen's side, covering those cold hands with all kinds of scars still on them.

He Yu dipped a tissue in some water and wiped it for him: "Don't move, I'll take care of it for you, and go to the hospital later."

"Small injury." Yan Zen squeezed out two words.

"What do you mean you are trying to be brave? I thought you were not afraid of this, but you almost fainted." He Yu frowned slightly, and he had already wiped his hands. The toilet paper was used as gauze, and Yan Yan Zhen's hands were wrapped.

He Yu seemed to have never seen Krell.Yan Zen's heart was relieved again.

At this time, another person finally entered the bathroom——Ge Miao.

He obviously also ate melon for a while.

He stretched out his mobile phone and showed He Yu the image of the whole process recorded just now.