Moxilin walked out of the bar with a half drunk Tang poem, shoved people directly into his car, locked the door, and sat in the driver's seat around the other side.

"moxilin, what do you like? I had a good time. Why did you bring me out? " Tang poetry is full of wine, dissatisfied with the geology.

"poetry, you almost got it. You don't do anything these days. You come to the bar at night and get drunk. You sleep at home in the daytime. Are you ready to drink to death?"

"my business has nothing to do with you!" Tang Shi forced the door open, "let me off!"...