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Chapter 102 A rare drunken madness

Lin Fei's main response to Cheng Shuang was silence, but Huang Zhengwen was different.

Peng En's talkativeness and persistence in breaking the casserole and getting to the bottom of things are not something that a cheeky little girl like Cheng Shuang can compare to.

He seemed to have intended to bring Huang Zhengwen and Lin Fei together. When he heard that Huang Zhengwen sincerely invited the two girls to accompany him, Peng En became even more interested.

He sent a message to Huang Zhengwen nonchalantly: "It's okay, it's okay if people don't like you. This training in Xijing is a great opportunity to get along with each other."

"Brother, take good care of yourself and pick up a girl as soon as possible. I will be the best man when the time comes~"

Huang Zhengwen: "Yeah."

Without even seeing clearly what Peng En's message was, Huang Zhengwen locked the screen of his phone and put it in his pocket.

Peng En became excited: "Brother, what do you mean?"

"Don't be the Riddler, I don't understand!"

"Why didn't you reply to the message?"

"!!!!!!!!snort"

Messages of special concern on QQ kept flashing, and Huang Zhengwen's head was in a mess.

Wine glasses clashed, porcelain bowls clinked, and children screamed like air raid sirens as they played.

The wedding banquet for Huang Zhengwen's father's 50th birthday was very grand. Almost all the neighbors from far and near came, occupying the entire first floor of the hotel.

Over fifty years old, the main focus is to return to one's roots when the leaves fall, and to drink water and remember the source.

After Huang Zhengwen left school, he rushed to his hometown in the countryside without stopping.

It's not unknown to everyone that he and Penn will go on a long trip tomorrow.

Peng En can have a good rest at home. His parents are here, and the etiquette is considered complete.

Huang Zhengwen, as a son, his father has to live a great life, so he has to come, right?

His brother, Huang Zhengming, an international student on the other side of the ocean, was doing experiments with his tutor. On the busiest days, he flew back with just a phone call.

Huang Zhengwen thought that this wedding banquet was just a formality, and it would end with eating and chatting.

The first half was indeed like this, the atmosphere was relaxed and happy, and it was possible to continue chatting with the half-familiar elders.

Unexpectedly, during the second half of the wedding banquet, several uncles from home took turns coming to toast.

It's rare to say that Awen is old enough to drink.

Have a drink, just have a drink.

If you have another [-] million cups, just have another [-] million cups.

Huang Zhengwen was also greeted by his parents in advance.

This wedding banquet is obviously to celebrate your father's birthday, and the important thing is for you to show your face in front of relatives and friends.

I'm about to graduate from high school and go to college to find a job. The most important thing is connections.

These are all connections that are readily available.

Don't offend anyone.

Yes, even if these relatives don't come to Huang Zhengwen, he still has to toast table by table.

Huang Zhengwen naturally planned to take the juice and say some auspicious words, which was almost enough.

Huang Zhengming helped his brother hold back a lot of wine, and he himself was a little drunk.

He was still a student, doing experiments and publishing papers with his tutor, and he never went out to have dinner or socialize.

However, the relatives couldn't stand it when Huang Zhengwen took a sip of juice and they had to drink a glass of wine.

As a result, Huang Zhengwen was encouraged to drink several glasses of white wine. His stomach began to burn, and his blood seemed to be flowing with hot lead water.

His cheeks and the back of his neck were burning red, everything was in a daze, and he felt like his head couldn't think clearly.

"It doesn't taste good." Huang Zhengming comforted him, "I felt so uncomfortable after drinking it."

Huang Zhengwen shook his head and stood struggling with his hands on the wall.

"Do you want me to help you go outside to get some air?"

"No, brother, there are still half of the people." Huang Zhengwen waved his hand, "We can leave directly, no."

"Then you go out alone."

"Brother, you..." "Leave quickly. If you don't leave, I'm really afraid those people will force you to death."

Huang Zhengwen felt really uncomfortable. The burning sensation in his stomach kept spreading and rushed straight to his throat.

Perhaps his intestines and stomach were too delicate, so Huang Zhengwen rushed to the toilet and vomited.

The stamina of the liquor became stronger and stronger. He huddled on the sofa in the hotel lobby, covering half of his face with one hand to block the overexposed light.

Until there was a continuous vibrating sound, Huang Zhengwen took out his mobile phone and impatiently tried to turn it off.

When he saw it was Peng, he picked it up.

We're leaving tomorrow, what if there's something important?

He was still slumped on the sofa, put the phone to his ear, and asked in a low voice: "Huh?"

Penn's voice sounded high-pitched: "Yeah, again, mute? Can't speak?"

"Ah."

"Did you feel stupid at the banquet? Are you exhausted?"

"Ah."

"Huang Zhengwen, are you okay? You didn't reply to any text messages. After making so many phone calls, you can only say yes or no."

Huang Zhengwen squinted his eyes and flipped through the QQ chat history.

Good guy, directly 99+
Lin Fei, Lin Fei, Lin Fei, Lin Fei, what's wrong with you?

When it comes to Lin Fei, this kid is like a lunatic.

Why do I like Lin Fei? You have been paying attention to her, okay?
Seeing that Huang Zhengwen was silent, Peng En said in a more direct tone: "Is there something going on between you and Lin Fei? I'm really worried!"

"You're so anxious that you're so numb, so anxious that you're so beautiful!" Huang Zhengwen rarely swore, perhaps because of the alcohol.

"Peng En, you go after people if you like them. Don't keep getting involved with me. Are you sick?"

"Who do I like, what does it matter to you?"

"Who do you like, and what does it have to do with me?"

"What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with you?"

"Fuck! What the hell are you doing! What am I doing again!"

Huang Zhengwen didn't know what was wrong, and he became extremely manic.

His drinking was so bad that he seemed to be going crazy with alcohol.

Penn was stunned.

He has never seen Huang Zhengwen look like this.

From birth to now, never.

In his mind, Huang Zhengwen was the kind of person who would not panic even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of the battle.

It is even more impossible to break the defense loudly and incoherently for someone else.

Unless, that person is really important in his heart, uniquely important.

Penn turned off his phone silently, not daring to ask any more questions.

Huang Zhengwen looked at the phone that had been hung up and couldn't help but feel angry.

So angry, inexplicably angry.

He came back non-stop, got drunk, got drunk, was bombarded with news, and discussed whether he liked Lin Fei or not.

Huang Zhengwen punched the sofa in distress, but the sofa just sunk in softly, without any resistance at all, and there was no sense of relief at all.

The wine has almost sobered up.

He blamed himself a little. Was he too impulsive?
Huang Zhengwen thought that he usually tolerated Peng En again and again, which made him feel a little unbalanced.

It was obviously Penn who went too far.

I've been putting up with him every time, can't he be considerate and considerate of me?

Huang Zhengwen stood up and returned to the banquet.

He had to deal with this big room of people quickly, and he had to take the train to Xijing tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)