Because li beixiao had increased the strength of his foot, Feng Yan, who was under Gu Jue, was almost unable to breathe.
"Cola, get down ..."
Feng Yan cursed in a muffled voice. He vaguely felt that the coke today was so heavy that he could barely breathe.
Han Bing bit his phone. The situation was too chaotic. He felt that if he was wise, he would leave now.
To avoid being implicated later ...
Han Bing really wanted to shout,'young master, Sir Jue, please wake up! If you don't wake up, I'm going to kick you out!"
While Han Bing was thinking this, li beixiao kicked Gu Jue to the other side of Feng Yan. This time, Gu Jue was kicked over, and his stomach was facing up ...
"Young master Li, don't kick their stomachs. Young master and Sir Jue both drank too much, their stomachs must be uncomfortable!"
Young master Li's kick might have kicked out all the alcohol he had drunk last night.
