The Ultimate Villain

Chapter 189 Remedial Measures (Comprehensive Edition)

"Hey, hello... Zha Nan, her eyes are about to pop out, she's gone, do you want to follow her and ask for her phone number?" Han Youting knocked on the table in dissatisfaction.

Zhang Nan turned around and said with a half smile but not a smile: "Are you jealous, maybe you like me."

Han Youting blushed, and spat: "Hey, who will be jealous of you, you will treat you as a sweet potato—"

"Don't deny it." Zhang Nan smiled evilly and reached out to pinch her face.

Han Youting slapped Zhang Nan's hand away, grabbed the knife and fork in embarrassment, stared and said, "If you try again, believe it or not, I will cut you—"

Zhang Nan withdrew his hand and teased with a smile in his eyes: "Hey, Officer Han, you are going to abuse the lynching—"

He likes to tease this woman with a hot temper, which is very interesting.

Han Youting put down the knife and fork angrily, and gulped down a large glass of red wine angrily: "Hmph, since you invited me to such a sumptuous meal, I won't argue with you."

An hour later, Han Youting drank three bottles of red wine by herself, but her cheeks were slightly flushed, and some alcohol was on her brain, but she had not yet reached the point of unconsciousness.

Han Youting grabbed the red wine and stood up carelessly: "Then what, let's go back to the room and drink again."

Of course Zhang Nan would not refuse——

Swiped the card to settle the bill.

Zhang Nan and Han Youting drank the remaining two bottles of red wine by themselves, returned to the room to prepare for another battle, turned on the lights, found a comfortable place on the site, sat opposite each other and chatted.

From Han Youting's wine talk, Zhang Nan finally learned that she is a girl from Northeast China. No wonder her behavior and speech are very tough. Of course, because of her own strength, no man dares to chase her. , she is the male insulator.

One thing I have to admit is that she is very beautiful and powerful, which makes Zhang Nan have an extremely strong desire to conquer her——

As time went by, Zhang Nan gradually realized that Han Youting's drinking capacity was not ordinary. She drank five bottles of red wine by herself, but her consciousness was still sober. After drinking like this, she really didn't know when she would pass out.

This made Zhang Nan pour into her plan to declare bankruptcy——

Zhang Nan's brain turned very fast, and immediately thought of a remedy, put the bottle on the ground, and pretended to be impatient and said: "It's no fun to drink like this, you can play by yourself."

When Han Youting heard this, she immediately stared at her beautiful eyes, reached out and pressed his shoulders, and said loudly: "Don't leave, keep drinking with me."

Seeing her resolute and serious look, Zhang Nan couldn't help secretly laughing——

On the surface, he sat cross-legged and returned to the ground, pretending to be helpless and said: "Okay, I can drink with you, but we have to play something, so it will be interesting."

Han Youting held up the wine bottle and waved it around: "Then what are you talking about playing?"

Zhang Nan smiled evilly: "Playing dice, whoever loses takes off one piece of clothing, and loses if he takes off all his clothes."

"..." Han Youting stared at him silently, and pointed to her nose: "Do you think I'm stupid?"

Zhang Nan shrugged and smiled provocatively: "Why, don't you dare to play anymore?"

Han Youting felt the contempt deeply, even though she was very angry, she didn't dare to agree rashly.

She estimated the situation. Zhang Nan was wearing a T-shirt and windbreaker on his upper body, and long jeans and underwear on his lower body, a total of four pieces.

She herself was wearing a bra, camisole, white T-shirt, and white jacket on her upper body, and short jeans and underwear on her lower body, a total of six pieces.

The hope of victory is great—

Holding the wine bottle, Han Youting slammed it on the ground, and there was a muffled "bang", and she said loudly, "Whoever dares to play, come on, whoever is afraid of who—"