No matter how fierce I will cry for you

Fu Yanci came to the resort temporarily, and the people below didn't have time to prepare, and they couldn't be sloppy in entertaining distinguished guests, so they could only seize the time and send people to get some early adopters from nearby.

But it’s winter again, and the fresh fruits and vegetables come from the greenhouse. I’m afraid these princes and men with golden spoons are not used to eating them. The worried chef scratches his head. In the end, he has no choice but to cook a table of seafood feast.

When the dinner started, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. It was long past the time for dinner. Fu Yanci had simply eaten dinner. At this moment, he was just accompanying Shao Rongqian and Qiao Mengyu, and there was a special trip to rush over. Song Wensheng.

Song Wensheng came here from the port area on a special trip. He was a frequent visitor to Feng Yue Chang. If there was any trouble in the circle, he would immediately get into his ears.

No, after making a phone call with Fu Yanci, he immediately rushed over in a private helicopter, and was staring at Shao Rongqian and Qiao Mengyu with burning eyes.

"I've seen a lot of breakups, and it's true that there are not many people who can sit and eat together so calmly." Song Wensheng laughed like a ghost, the brown turtleneck sweater covered his fine white skin, but the sleeves were rolled up to the crook of his arms s position.

The dining room is not big, it is a round Eight Immortals table, there are five of them, but it looks spacious.

Fu Yanci and Shao Rongqian, who are well-established in the city, did not talk to each other at all, and it was clear that Song Wensheng was here to make a fool of himself, maybe it was at someone's favor.

Song Wensheng is used to eating, drinking and having fun. Naturally, he is also very good at things like betraying his brother for money.

On the whole table, only Zhao Zhixi stared at Song Wensheng with a simple, puzzled look: "Why can't we have dinner together after breaking up?"

"Children, don't ask too many questions. You don't understand adult things." Song Wensheng smiled mysteriously at Zhao Zhixi.

"When you see a younger girl, you call her a kid. Is this your way of flirting with girls?" Zhao Zhixi didn't follow Song Wensheng's tactics.

It can be said that the speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested. The air pressure beside them was low, and the expressions of the two people who were only eating with their eyes downcast obviously had a subtle change.

It was only then that Ms. Qiao Er realized that Mr. Shao had never been a good man and a faithful woman from the very beginning. He even said, "Blood should not be seen on a happy day."

Naturally, Mr. Shao is not so leisurely and carefree, and he has a sly mind about a little girl he has never met. At first, he honestly thought she was young, but now that he is said like this, it seems that he has ulterior motives.

"Your little sister is quite interesting. Are you eighteen? What else do you call a child?" Song Wensheng suddenly became interested. He felt that the younger sister next to Fu Yanci was more interesting than the younger sister next to Shao Rongqian. .

What's more, Fu Yanci's younger sister is single and has no one to marry.

"Haha!" Zhao Zhixi sneered twice, then puffed out his chest and said with a righteous expression, "I am just eighteen years old this year, and I am an adult in the legal sense!"

"Yo, are you really an adult?" Song Wensheng was overjoyed, and his heart began to itch, "Adults can't drink drinks anymore, they have to drink!"

Song Wensheng set an unwritten rule for himself, the following girls will never get involved, but as long as they are full, everyone will be adults, let alone who is younger and who is older, with him, there is no any sense.

As he spoke, Song Wensheng had already picked up the glass vessel filled with white wine and leaned over to pour wine for Zhao Zhixi. But just as he leaned over, a big hand suddenly covered the glass in front of Zhao Zhixi.

Song Wensheng immediately stopped his movements, so he didn't pour the wine directly on the back of Fu Yanci's hand. He frowned and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Brother Ci, what are you doing!"

"She doesn't drink." Fu Yanci's voice was gentle, but it was unquestionable.

Fu Yanci only wore a white shirt, and the heating in the restaurant was fully turned on, and the two buttons on his neck were unbuttoned, revealing a large white skin inside.

Song Wensheng was upset, and pouted: "It's okay to drink less."

"I can drink." Zhao Zhixi also interjected, insisting on holding Fu Yanci's slender fingers, and pulled his big hand aside.

Zhao Zhixi wanted to drink for a long time. It was said in ancient books that the wine is also known as Jieyou. It has a mellow flavor and endless aftertaste. It sounds delicious.

Song Wensheng took the opportunity and immediately poured a full glass of white wine, and the glass for drinking juice weighed half a catty, which showed that Song Wensheng had bad intentions.

Fu Yanci was still sitting by the side, his face, which had always been pleasant, had rarely restrained his smile, and a person who had always restrained himself and respected etiquette naturally did not show too much emotion.

Like a curious baby, Zhao Zhixi stared at the white liquid in the glass. Just by smelling it, he felt a mellow aroma. He couldn't help but hold the wine glass and took a small sip.

The wines that can be brought out to entertain Shao Rongqian are naturally old wines, which cannot be bought with money outside, and the taste and flavor are full.

With just one sip, Zhao Zhixi's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously towards Song Wensheng: "Yes, it's delicious!"

"As long as it tastes good, this is a drink for adults." Song Wensheng said with a playful smile.

But unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, another younger sister on the right spoke up: "Since it's an adult's drink, can I also have a drink?"

Qiao Mengyu knew that her wine taste was not good, so she restrained herself for a long time, but sitting beside Shao Rongqian was too suffocating, she wanted to drink a glass of wine to dilute some emotions.

"You, you... can you?" Song Wensheng was frightened and asked Shao Ronqian what he meant with his eyes.

He must not dare to give Miss Qiao Er casually a drink, after all that big Buddha is sitting there.

"Don't drink when you're sick." Shao Rongqian lowered his eyes and spoke slowly, the spoon in his hand was gently stirring the seafood soup in the bowl.

Song Wensheng immediately nodded in agreement: "That's right, drinking while sick is bad for your health!"

He didn't dare to offend Shao Rongqian. Unlike Fu Yanci, Shao Rongqian had a bad temper and was scary enough even if he wasn't angry. If he made him angry again, he would not dare to return to Hong Kong for half a year.

Second Miss Qiao watched the two sing together, and felt even more depressed, but Mr. Shao said that she made herself into such a ghost by breaking up. Wouldn't she be looked down upon by him even more if she lost her composure in front of him? .

"It's delicious! Xiaoyu's illness has been cured a long time ago. You'll be fine if you drink a little!" Zhao Zhixi suddenly jumped out, got up and went around to Song Wensheng's side, took the wine container by himself, and poured a full cup for Qiao Mengyu himself. Naturally, I also filled another glass for myself.

Zhao Zhixi felt that the wine was indeed delicious, so he did not return to his seat. He stood next to Song Wensheng and drank another glass, and then wanted to pour it for himself.

Song Wensheng subconsciously pressed the back of Zhao Zhixi's hand and reminded her with good intentions: "This is liquor, it has a lot of stamina, be careful not to get drunk."