Chapter 347 A Farce

"Well, you finally speak out what you really think. Okay! " Zed had never thought that they would quarrel like this one day.

Teresa's aggressiveness made Zed feel that he had lost all his dignity as a man. He slammed the door and left without looking back.

In the living room, seeing Zed leave angrily, Teresa couldn't help but cry. 'Is Zed couldn't stand me anymore?' Ha ha...

"Zed, just go! Don't come back if you leave! " Teresa yelled at Zed's receding figure, hoarse and exhausted. Nothing like her usual self.

Hearing this, Zed paused. He could hear the sobbing tone of Teresa. He couldn't help but want to stop and turn back to hug Teresa...

But the next moment, he couldn't help sneering and continued to walk towards the garage.

Soon, the car drove out and disappeared in the night.

In the middle of the night, the best place for men was the bar.

In a bar called "Dark Water", the luxury and dissipation life could be seen everywhere. Men and women of all kinds were twisting crazily on the dance floor, in different shapes and showing off their charm.

"Again! Give me a cup of good vodka from Scotland! "

At the bar counter, Zed drank one glass after another, trying to paralyze his nerves with alcohol. Perhaps in this way, he could forget all the worries in recent days, and forget how his beloved woman talked about other man's ability all the time...

What she didn't know was that drinking made him more sorrowful.

The waiter took a look at Zed. He had been used to seeing the people drank drown their sorrows. But the man in front of him, who was obviously drunk, couldn't continue to drink the hard liquor, so the waiter changed a glass of cocktail for Zed, which was very low alcohol.

As the wine spilled over his face, Zed was already drunk. He couldn't tell if it was what he wanted, so he picked up the glass and drank it up.

Zed couldn't tell what kind of smell it was when the wine entered his throat. He just drank it in order to numb himself.

There were also many people in the bar who were almost drunk with Zed at the bar counter. There were both men and women. They were just frustrated and hurt in love. In this place, only those who were disappointed would come here to drink.

"Hahaha... We are have the same misfortune sympathize with each other..." A drunken man stumbled over, put his hand on Zed's shoulder and murmured, "Bro, you came here to drink because you can't stand the annoying wife at home, right?"

Zed drank alone and ignored him.

The man seemed to have found a bosom friend. He didn't care whether Zed had heard it or not. Perhaps in the eyes of a drunkard like the man, Zed was actually listening to him carefully.

"You know what, bro! My annoying wife is always talking nonsense. Today she asked me if I don't

udly, "I think you just want money, don't you? That's ok! Fine! Just say it. I'll give it to you! "

Zed finally knew what this woman was thinking. She was trying to blackmail him for money, wasn't she?

"What the hell are you talking about?" The woman stammered because her mind was exposed in front of so many people.

"Humph," Sneered Zed, looking at the woman with disdain. He didn't want to be entangled with them any more. He took out his wallet, took out a check from it and threw it hard on the woman's face. "Here is one hundred thousand. Are you satisfied now? !"

After saying that, Zed turned around and left. The woman got the check and didn't pester him anymore. But in front of so many people around, her joy was not too direct. She pretended to be unwilling and said, "Humph, you are just an evil rich man! If anything happens to my husband, one hundred thousand dollars is nothing compared to his life? !"

Zed walked out of the bar with a bottle of spirits in his hand, which was put into his hand by a waitress.

Zed used to be drunk, but now he was more and more depressed after being troubled by the woman just now. Sitting on the road, it was very late at night, two or three o'clock in the morning. There were not many people on the road, only occasionally passing cars. The most lively thing was the bar on the street.

Zed picked up the bottle of wine in his hand and poured it directly into his mouth. He didn't think about whether there was something wrong with the bottle of wine. All he wanted now was to paralyze himself with alcohol.

What Zed didn't see was that the waitress who gave the wine to him quietly followed him out.

The waitress saw him sitting on the roadside not far away drinking that bottle of wine, and a complacent smile unexpectedly appeared on her lips.

Then she took out her phone and made a call.