Marshal, your vest is off

Chapter 252
Rong Han hesitated again, and then clinked glasses with her again.

The hesitation time was relatively short this time, and the sensitive Cheng Qing felt it instantly.

But she remained calm and drank the wine in the glass again.

There were some delicious side dishes on the table, but neither of them had the intention to move.

Rong Han didn't speak, and Cheng Qing basically spoke.

After three rounds of drinking, Rong Han was tipsy and Cheng Qing was fine.

Seeing that Rong Han's wooden face finally showed some expression, Cheng Qing showed a cunning expression and his eyebrows were curved.

He stood up and continued to pour him wine, and said: "Brother Rong, your drinking capacity is a bit bad. You usually have to protect him, so you must rarely drink?"

"……No."

Rong Han said his first words after meeting for so long.

In fact, it was Cheng Qing who forced him to drink. After three drinks in a row, he was just a little tipsy. He had a clear mind and was not top-heavy. This was much better than most people.

Originally a good drinker, but when it came to Cheng Qing's place, it was a little bit bad, and there was a gap in my heart.

Cheng Qingyan smiled at Yan Yan, and his smile became even stronger, and said: "No? It must not matter. The wine glasses are too slow, so let's do it one jar at a time."

With that said, Cheng Qing gave the jar in his hand to Rong Han, opened a new jar himself, and said: "Your drinking capacity is worse than mine, so let's drink from that jar first..."

Before Cheng Qing finished speaking, the wine in his hand was taken away.

The dignity of men was challenged. Rong Han was so excited that he took the wine jar and started drinking.

Perhaps it was because Rong Han considered that she was a woman, and the wine he ordered was not big, and a jar of wine was only about half a catty.

Rong Han drank from the wine jar, and the small jar of wine quickly reached the bottom.

The wine jar was placed on the table, and his face turned red.

Cheng Qing smiled and said: "Brother Rong is a real man. I, Cheng Qing, have convinced myself and I will come too."

After speaking, Cheng Qing picked up the original jar of wine and was about to drink it, but Rong Han held him down.

Cheng Qing looked at him puzzled.

Rong Han said: "Don't drink too much."

Cheng Qing thought he was worried that she would get drunk later, so she smiled and said, "Don't worry, I can drink a thousand glasses. This amount of wine is just drizzle to me."

Rong Han still pressed it, looked up at her, looked at her for a long time, and asked: "Are you really a woman?"

It was a bit too abrupt to ask this question. After asking, Rong Han regretted it.

Cheng Qing laughed and said, "I am really a woman."

Rong Han lowered his head in shame and said, "I'm sorry."

Cheng Qing looked at him with squinted eyes, making sure that he had drunk too much.

She could count on one hand all the things this person had said to her since she met him.

Before he drank much, he was as silent as a drunkard, and no matter what she said, he wouldn't say a word.

When you drink too much, you start talking too much.

"Brother Rong, has he asked for a wife?" Cheng Qing asked.

Rong Han shook his head, raised the hand that had been holding the sword all year round and rubbed his brow.

Cheng Qing looked at his hand holding the wine jar and said, "I would like to ask, Brother Rong, what is your age this year?"

"28." Rong Han replied.

"Brother Rong is not young anymore, why don't you ask for a wife?" Cheng Qing asked.

Rong Han drank too much and his mind was confused. His thoughts followed Cheng Qing and said, "I don't want to."

"Really? You really don't want to?" Cheng Qing asked.

Rong Han frowned a little irritably, but still nodded. "Then, has Brother Rong ever liked anyone?" The question was even more abrupt, but Cheng Qing didn't realize it at all, and still smiled like that.

Rong Han thought for a while and shook his head.

For more than 20 years, he has been either practicing martial arts or protecting Zhao Wuye. How could he have the heart to like others?

When I was a young boy, I was still a little moved when I saw a beautiful girl. Now, I have given up on everything.

"Oh, that's such a pity. There are many good girls around me, and I thought I might be able to introduce one or two to Brother Rong. If I succeed, I will repay Brother Rong for his life-saving grace." Cheng Qing's tone was quite serious. Said with regret.

Thinking that the girls around Cheng Qing were either princesses or princesses, and they were all little girls, he shook his head.

Cheng Qing sighed thoughtfully and said: "Brother Rong, I know it is the most difficult for someone like you, but he will never deny you a family of your own, right? It's just that it may not be that convenient. , otherwise, how to solve it when there is a need? Brother Rong seems to be an upright gentleman, so he would never go to Huajie Liuxiang."

Rong Han had a headache from her quarrel and asked, "If you have any questions, Princess, you might as well ask directly."

Cheng Qing smiled, laughed, and said, "Isn't that what I'm asking?"

But none of this matters.Rong Han wanted to answer her like this, but before he could speak, his head hurt again.

Cheng Qing glanced at him sympathetically, handed him a glass of wine, and said, "How about a drink to slow down?"

Rong Han didn't think much, handed it over and took a sip and was stunned.

Seeing him being so stupid, and his usual cold image completely collapsed at this moment, Cheng Qing burst out laughing.

Rong Han raised his head to look at her, and seeing her smiling with pride, he said two words, "It's so ugly."

Cheng Qing's laughter stuck in his throat, and he looked at him faintly.

This man really doesn't speak if he doesn't speak, and can choke someone to death when he speaks.

Cleared his throat.

Forget it, she is generous and not as knowledgeable as this guy.

Even if she is ugly, so what?
Bai Xiuyuan just needs to look good.

"Brother Rong, don't you really think about it? You should leave a descendant for yourself anyway." Cheng Qing said sincerely.

Hearing her read this all the time, Rong Han suddenly became upset again and said, "If I don't want to, I just don't want to. No matter how many times you ask, I still don't want to."

Cheng Qing smiled and said, "That's not necessarily the case. What if you meet a girl you like in the future?"

Rong Han said: "That's impossible."

Cheng Qing raised his eyebrows with an expression of discovery, and came over and asked, "Oh? Could it be that Brother Rong, what you like is not women, but men?"

Rong Han: "..."

Seeing the exposed veins on his forehead, Cheng Qing guessed that he had probably endured it for the longest time, so he stopped when he was ready and said, "You're just kidding, don't be angry."

Cheng Qing sat back, opened another jar of wine, poured a glass, put down the jar, raised the glass, and said sincerely: "It's my fault, I'll punish myself with three drinks."

After saying that, he raised his head and drank it all.

Then he poured another glass and drank it again.

Then when he was about to fall again, he was held down by Rong Han again.

Cheng Qing looked at him.

Rong Han was silent and looked at her.

The two looked at each other, but there was no trace of ambiguity.

Rong Han was the first to retreat and said, "Stop drinking."

Cheng Qing: "..."

She has just become addicted to alcohol. Do you want her to stop drinking?
Are you kidding me?
Brushing his hand away, Cheng Qing picked up the jar and took a big sip, feeling instantly comfortable.

(End of this chapter)