Chapter 1253: ?Tony's first love

"I have been blowing bubbles."

"Floating gorgeously in the sky."

"Floating so high."

"Until Yunxiao."

Intense songs echoed in the colorful lights of the bar, and little Tony with a shawl shook his head to the sound of the music.

One cup after another, he wouldn't be drunk either. Whether it was vodka or martini, he would always come.

There is no reason to refuse, he originally came to buy drunk.

Before no one knew, he had already reached Cambridgeshire, England through some secret channels, and was mixing in a bar in the university city at this time.

As for how he slipped to England without knowing it, believe in this world, rich can do many things.

I don't know why there was a lot of noise in the bar suddenly, pulling Tony back from thinking to reality.

"Why are you so suddenly? Is there a new medicine here?"

He put the wine glass on the bar and pushed the stranger next to him. The young boy was trying to pour a barrel of beer into his throat.

But fortunately, he can't lift a hundred kilograms, so it looks like a person who drinks too much is holding a wine barrel.

He and Tony don’t know each other, but in places like university bars, everyone is brothers.

With alcohol and drugs, who cares who?

Tony has money and medicine. He has everything. He feels that he has been integrated into this dark world. He is the king of the underground!

"Hiccup, there was a football match just now and they were celebrating victory or defeat."

The drunk young man hugged a passing girl and buckled the other's skirt behind him. The girl did not refuse, but sat on the boy's lap with a smile.

"That's it again?"

Tony is a little speechless, his brain is not affected by much alcohol and leaves. He is also a genius in drinking.

Not to mention that it is not drunk for a thousand cups, but he thinks it is not a problem to drink Captain America.

The sixteen-year-old boy has the courage and energy. According to his words, if he doesn't even have the courage to fight with Captain America, then what is the energy?

The drunk stranger beside him had already gnawed with the girl, tearing each other's clothes under the dim light in front of the bar, but seeing the medicine provided by Tony, he still answered with distraction.

"This is England. Football is everything. I don't know why, but everyone is so happy to fly. Learn to adapt, měiguólǎo."

Tony rolled his eyes, tore the girl's underwear from his shoulder and threw it on the ground.

"I want to find a girl right now, and then go back to my room quickly, hoping that the next batch of girls will have more connotations."

After so many years of playing games, Tony has been rolling and exercising in the powder pile since he was less than ten years old, and now he has seen through the true meaning of a woman.

The beautiful appearance is the same, but the interesting soul is nothing. He now has a much higher standard.

He doesn't like the little stars and young models in Hollywood. He sleeps at most for one night and pays to leave early the next morning.

Tired, or British ladies are fresher, the more serious they usually look, the more slutty they are at night. The English accent is just like the Italian accent, just like chūnyào.

However, he believes that emotions are calculated separately.

What he wants now is a love, he heard that that thing is more exciting and addictive than medicine.

He wants to try, a true love.

The boy who was still holding the girl and chewing also agreed with a smile: "Well, I hope you can be like an oriental when you meet them and burn the news to me at my grave."

I have to say that even though the eyes were blurred and sloppy, the Cambridge students still have cultural heritage after all. He told a British joke that blended with the Chinese culture.

But Tony's eyes have moved away, and in the dim lights, he saw a girl.

She seemed out of place with the hustle and bustle around her. She sat alone under the light with a glass of drink, surrounded by people who looked like bodyguards.

Those people's black suits seem to have qiāng in them, because they are bulging near their belts.

Tony looked at her, she also looked at him for some reason, and Tony saw something in her eyes.

This girl understands him, she is in exactly the same situation as him.

That kind of loneliness at the end of the song, and the loneliness after the glitz fades.

"Fak, she's here."

"Who?" the drunk boy asked.

"I don't know." Tony stood up and wiped his shawl hair and moustache: "But I will know soon."

He used a little trick, stuffed a bottle of wine in the hand of a drunk on the dance floor, and then pushed people towards the bodyguards without a trace.

"Hey! Get out, do you know how much my suit is?!"

Sure enough, the drink was spilled on the bodyguards, and the drunk was fearless.

what money? arms? Social status? No deterrent to this alcoholic creature, the drunk immediately slapped the bottle on the head of the bodyguard.

"No one... dare to scold my mother!"

Drunk people showed great fighting power, and in the bar, the most indispensable thing is drinking and fighting.

People don't need to know why they fought, but in short they have tolerated the people around them for a long time.

The more you drink, the more unpleasant the clothes of people around you. It may also be the tone of his speech or the unpleasant tone of his screams.

The female companions around me are still watching, so how do you prove your masculine demeanor?

The customs in the United States and the United Kingdom are the same. The Anglo-Saxons are the blood of pirates. The pub culture in Britain and the salon culture in France are very different.

A small dispute under the bar lights can easily spread to every corner like a raging fire.

People scuffled together, tearing off the gentleman's coat like barbarians, and the victor might go to the hospital, might get the right to mate tonight, who knows.

But Tony was already at the girl's side at this time, she was wearing a beautiful black dress with suspenders, and her short black hair was held behind her ears.

Whether it is the smell of Wilson's No. 7 perfume, or the new diamond necklace from Wilson's jewelry on her neck, they are quite charming.

Things are naturally good things, and Tony has spent money on Wilson's various products since he was a child. Even sometimes he feels that if Wilson Enterprise sells high fans, he must be a loyal customer himself.

But good things also need good people to set off. Tony has seen these two perfect products paired with chēchén's fat lady, but never thought they would match a young and beautiful girl so well.

She is simply a goddess. In such a chaotic atmosphere, even if she is all around her, she still sips the orange juice.

"Hi."

Tony bypassed the bodyguards who were busy fighting with others, and got close to the girl's ear.

"Hi."

The girl smiled and raised her head, her turquoise eyes looked at his eyes deeply.

Those eyes that were like a spring of clear water made Tony a little startled.

She looked at him as if looking at a boy. Instead of looking at a purse or a fool like those girls in the past.

Tony thought he was lucky, he found the right person in the wrong place.

What is love at first sight? Sometimes it is not simply the result of hormones, but some people do have fate.

"My name is Tony."

He sat next to the girl, tucked his hair and said, showing a slightly greasy smile.

This is his pick-up smile. In the past, as long as he smiled like this, and then took out his wallet to show the credit card, the girl would get it.

But he saw that the girl was also expensive, so the action of digging out the wallet was avoided.

To love someone is to sleep with her. In Tony's understanding, sleep is not a sufficient condition for love, but it is a necessary condition. He feels that he is in a vortex of love, so of course the sooner he gets sleepy, the better.

The American spirit is like this. Go to bed and try to get along with each other. If you can't get along well, what kind of feelings can you talk about?

The girl may not have noticed his scorching gaze, or for other purposes, she averted her eyes and continued to stare at her orange juice.

The orange drink was as red as blood under the light of the bar.

"So? What do you want to say?"

"Should we go out for a cup of coffee or something?" Tony leaned closer, sniffing her ears.

The girl didn't avoid it, she looked at him with a faint smile: "Now? But the carnival has just begun."

"Yes, before we were killed by the tavern mob." Tony smiled and grabbed her hand: "Why not try our two of us carnival?"

However, before the girl could answer, a drunk man was suddenly beaten and flew onto the table in front of them. After getting up, he gave Tony a punch first without distinguishing between east and west.

The bar melee is like this, it doesn't matter who fights who is, what matters is who stands in the end.

After all, Tony was just a technology house, with almost no combat effectiveness, he fell directly on the sofa.

The girl picked up the soda bottle on the table and slammed the drunk on the head, knocking him down.

She picked up the fallen Tony: "Follow me!"

Tony didn't know where she was going to take herself, but seeing her smile from the heart, he felt that even if she was going to take herself to hell, he would go.

The two squeezed out of the chaotic crowd and came to the quiet streets of Cambridgeshire in the dead of night~www.NovelMTL.com~ She was smiling all the way, jumping like a little girl.

The night wind blew through the ends of their hair, and the girl's bodyguards chased after him, this kind of escape made Tony's heartbeat speed up.

This is a new version of the ship he has never played.

Through the streets and alleys, running in the dark, only mice and cockroaches and steaming waste water are the company.

It's exciting.

Finally, without knowing how long they ran, when both of them were panting, they found that they seemed to be free from their bodyguards.

The two of them hid under a bridge pier, not far from the dark river, listening to the bodyguards running across the bridge, the young girl smiled at each other.

Perhaps they are happy at this moment, they have briefly gotten rid of the shackles of their family members, and always make people want to sing, just like birds escaping from a cage.

But they can't sing. Quietness is a farewell music. Xia Chong also silences them. Silence is Cambridge tonight...