Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 67

Qingchuan had a splitting headache. He rubbed his temples and opened his eyes. His eyes were a little sore and he forced out a few tears. It took him a long time to see clearly where he was.

This is not his room, there is an unknown fragrance floating in the air.

He was still wearing yesterday's shirt and pants, and the smell of alcohol was strong. He felt like his body was covered in sticky alcohol, mixed with all kinds of messy and inexplicable smells. He almost vomited after smelling it.

"What happened?" After drinking and drinking, all he could think of was that he was drunk last night and seemed to be dancing with others.

Fighting dance?

It's so crazy. It sounds like a fantasy. How could he dance with others?

Tsk, I was careless. I didn't expect that my drinking ability was so bad in this life.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Director Zhang Da came out with a bruised nose and swollen face. Qingchuan was almost happy when he saw it. With a sullen face, he asked sympathetically, "Was it not peaceful at home yesterday?"

Although I deserved to be beaten while clubbing, my sister-in-law was really bad at finding a place to strike. If she wanted to be beaten, it would be on her body. How could she slap her on the face? My face is like this and I can't even get out. You should hit the parts of your body that you can't see.

"What does it have to do with your sister-in-law?"

"Eh? Who did that?"

"Who did it? You did it!" Director Zhang felt aggrieved when he thought of yesterday's scene, "I tried so hard to get you out of the crowd, but I didn't find the key to your house, so I took him first Go back to my guest room. I just want to change your clothes. Look, what kind of shape did you beat me to? Ah, look, is this still a human face? "

One of his eyes was blue, his chin and nose were purple, and his cheeks seemed swollen.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. What happened yesterday? Why do I remember that I drank a few glasses of wine, and then I vaguely seemed to go on stage to dance..." Facing this face, Qingchuan felt guilty.

In fact, the attack was relatively gentle, otherwise he would have bruises on his face, bruises on his face, and broken nose bones. Qingchuan had no idea of ​​his own strength.

"Didn't you just go dancing? Just dance, the way you dance..." Director Zhang touched his nose uncomfortably, "Anyway, don't get drunk outside in the future. No, don't drink in the future. Now, a sober bartender keeps you clean. When you get drunk, you become a different person. It's so wild that I can't get used to it. In the future, if someone invites you to drink, just say that you are allergic to alcohol."

"I won't drink anymore. My head still hurts now. Brother Zhang, are you okay? I'm really sorry. I didn't do it lightly."

"Forget it, I am also responsible. If I had known you didn't know how to drink, I would have ordered some drinks. Then I wouldn't have gotten so drunk."

Director Zhang touched his cheek and hissed in pain, "You didn't see it. Those people just wanted to pin you down on the stage and do it. How could I not save you? Why don't you do it right away?" Did you snatch it out? Who knew it was such a chaotic time that you lost your coat and couldn't find the key."

"How can you say it is so exaggerated?" Qingchuan didn't believe it at all, "But thank you, Brother Zhang. Fortunately, I didn't cause any trouble. I didn't know that I was so drunk before, and now my mind is still a mess. Yes. Yes, was there a gentleman yesterday who didn't speak well? I remember there was a guy who kept shouting 'Mainland boy, Mainland boy'."