My little junior sister’s breasts are fierce and super strong

"I, Zhang San, have met two young masters!"

Business in the building was good, and many customers were looking over here. When Zhang San, the shopkeeper, saw Song Shu frowning slightly, he immediately reacted and took the people into the private room.

He wiped his forehead and saw that there was no sweat. He was a little nervous when he met the young master for the first time. It was not easy to get into the position of the shopkeeper.

Jiang Qingyu was a little surprised. It seemed that she hadn't been to the Song family yet...

The shopkeeper, as if he could read minds, immediately said: "That's right, Chenshi's boss sent people thousands of miles to deliver the portrait, saying that meeting the girl is like meeting the young master."

Jiang Qingyu felt warm in his heart.

Song Shu smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, shopkeeper, we are just here to have a meal."

"Okay, okay! Wait a moment, young master, I'll give the order right now!"

The shopkeeper nodded and came to the door with his belt, and soon the round table was filled with famous dishes from Zuixianlou.

Jiang Qing and Yu Xi were indifferent, so Song Shu thoughtfully moved Qingkou in front of her and Zhou Shuning.

Gu Zhizhou likes spicy food and eats with a mouth full of red oil. Seeing Jiang Qingyu's light food, he fell into deep thought: "Xiaoyu, did you really grow up in Dongzhou?"

Jiang Qingyu took a sip of tea and rinsed his mouth, then nodded, "Any questions?"

Gu Zhizhou swallowed the mutton stir-fried with green onions in his mouth, "It's nothing, it's just that Dongzhou's taste is sweet and spicy, but you like it light, and you have some doubts about life."

Jiang Qingyu ate the wild rice that Zhou Shuning picked for her on the plate and said, "It's not that I can't eat it, it's just that I don't like it. I still like it sweet."

After finishing speaking, a small bowl containing sweet-scented osmanthus wine and iced bean curd was pushed to his hand. It was Song Shu.

Seeing Jiang Qingyu looking over, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Try it? It should be quite sweet."

Jiang Qing smiled, looked at the small bowl at hand, and then at the plate under the bamboo chopsticks, wondering whether to laugh or cry.

With the eager glances from both sides, she had no choice but to take a bite and give a fair evaluation: "Yeah! It's delicious! They're all delicious!"

Song Shu Zhou Shuning nodded with satisfaction and continued to serve Jiang Qingyu.

Jiang Qingyu, who was caught in the middle, felt that he was being focused on. Both sides looked like parents who cared about their cubs.

These two will definitely be able to quickly fall in love with each other when they have children - Jiang Qingyu's intuition.

Zhou Shuning and Song Shu seem to have a default relationship. They don't say anything, but everyone understands.

The adopted father and adopted mother, Qinglinggu, or Zhou’s father and mother who always greet Song Shu in letters.

After eating seventy percent full, Gu Zhizhou suddenly stood up holding the wine glass, "Come on, come on, let's celebrate Luo Heng's victory in the competition, it's a good start for us!"

Jiang Qingyu's flow was not good, but after hearing this, he put down the tea in his hand, put on the wine glass, stood up and had a drink with everyone.

Only Song Shu still abstained from alcohol and replaced wine with tea. Gu Zhizhou ridiculed him: "When you stop abstaining from alcohol, you will have to make up for whatever you owe today!"

Song Shu responded and drank the tea in one gulp: "Okay."

Then Zhou Shuning stood up, with a smile on her usually cold and calm face and slightly red cheeks, "Then this cup will celebrate Ah Shu's recovery from a serious illness and his new life!"

This cup cannot be replaced by tea. Jiang Qingyu firmly raised the wine glass and clinked it. The cups made a clear and crisp sound.

Deep feelings, a mouthful of stuffiness!

The image was gone. Jiang Qingyu raised his sleeve and wiped the corner of his mouth to wipe away the wine stains on his lips.

Zuixian Tower, Zuixian Tower, really deserves to be called drunk, even if the immortals come, they have to be drunk.

After drinking two cups of Qiu Gui, my stomach felt like there was fire, and my Dantian, heart and throat were burning.

Jiang Qingyu quickly took a sip of tea to wake up.

However, before he woke up and understood, Song Shu stood up again, holding a teacup, and toasted to everyone: "With tea instead of wine, this cup of tea wishes Shuning to finally advance to the intermediate level of Jindan, and also wishes that I can finally get a little girl as I wish."

Dear sworn brother, you are using tea instead of wine. My little sister, I am about to get drunk... Jiang Qing picked up the wine glass with a bitter laugh and watched Gu Zhizhou fill it up with wine. He had to drink this glass, after all. It has its own name, and it is still a promotion wine for good friends.

After another drink, I was already drifting.

Three points of drunkenness turned into five points, Jiang Qingyu's face turned red, and she burped, hey, it tastes good, I like it, keep drinking!
She lowered her head, looking like a good girl, as if she was falling asleep.

Gu Zhizhou really looked like her half-brother at certain times. He stood up with another loud noise, "This cup celebrates, uh... celebrates... burp~!"

He burped, and for a long time he didn't think of anything else to celebrate, so he said: "Anyway, celebrating is the right thing! Come! Drink!"

"Drink, drink!" Jiang Qing was so drunk that he imitated Gu Zhizhou and stood up suddenly, staggering about and poured wine into his mouth.

Zhou Shuning finally realized that the child was drunk in a calm situation, and had silently evolved to prepare for drunkenness.

She quickly said: "Xiaoyu, you are drunk."

He put the wine glass in Jiang Qingyu's hand away, but unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, a dark figure took the wine glass back.

The technique is as fast as the wind.

Zhou Shuning:......

After the fourth cup entered his stomach, he was already half-conscious.

She had a high-spirited nature and was in a state of excitement. She frantically pulled at the wine bottle that Zhou Shu had hidden.

Song Shu and Zhou Shuning looked after her, fearing that she would sneak another drink.

Luo Heng suppressed the fluttering Gu Zhizhou with his strength.

I saw a little bitch looking like a silly child, grinning, making water movements with all his limbs, and muttering: "I am a fish, I swim and swim... I am a fish , I swim and swim and swim..."

Luo Heng: I can't bear it anymore, no need to bear it anymore!

A fan hit Gu Zhizhou on the head. The idiot covered the back of his head that was hit so hard, and yelled, "Fuck me! There's a cat!"

Luo Heng, who looked delicate like a ragdoll cat, showed a kind smile.

An hour later.

Jiang Qingyu finally used the advantage of force to grab the wine, but he fell asleep after only one sip, saying from time to time: "This cup... wishes us... a bright future... a future... worry-free... "

Zhou Shuning, the sober Song Shu, and Luo Heng were all cheered up. They clinked glasses with the drunken Gu Zhizhou. Under Jiang Qingyu's sleeping face, they made a wish together: "I wish us a bright future and a worry-free future."

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……

Splitting headache.

Damn it, someone is carrying out a sneak attack in the middle of the night, right?And attack her brain? ?
After a while, the short-circuited brain reconnects.

Oh, it wasn't someone else who hit her, she was the one who got drunk and went crazy.

That's fine.

Get up, get dressed, fetch water and wash up, all in one process.

In the bronze mirror, the red mark on his forehead was very dazzling. Jiang Qingyu thought about it for a long time and took a lump of powder and applied it on it.

Good guy, the mark is gone, but her face is as white as a hanged man who has been dead for three days.

If this road doesn't work, you'll have to work hard for a long time, forget it, let's just compromise.

Compromise was impossible, Jiang Qingyu pulled some bangs and successfully covered the red mark.

In a good mood, he walked out of the guest room of Zuixian Tower without squinting.