Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

When Feng Jiuxi finished packing, he was dragged to dinner by Feng Yuntian.

The woman didn't stay. Feng Yuntian held her breath in her heart and took Yanqing to drink a big can of wine. No one could stop her.

As a businessman, Feng Yuntian drinks frequently, and his drinking capacity is famous.

Speaking of Qing, according to yuan you, it seems that you've never seen the Lord drink wine... It's conceivable that the two people work together and the result can be imagined.

At this time, Feng Jiuxi looked at lying on the table with a red face. The Fei color made the originally handsome man a little more evil. Feng Jiuxi trembled in his heart. The man was drunk. There was such a side.

She turned to look at Feng Yuntian bitterly, "Dad..."

When she shouted, the latter scratched his head, almost half a hundred people, muttering like a child: "then I don't know how much wine my new son-in-law can't drink. I don't pay attention to it at ordinary times."

"Dad, you still say." Feng Jiuxi glared at him angrily. Feng Yuntian just shut up, but her heart was sad: she just got married, and her daughter began to help her husband speak, hey

At this time, the man who was lying on the table raised his head, half narrowed his eyes, glanced around, and then settled on Feng Jiuxi, "ah Jiu, come here."

In front of Feng Yuntian's face, Feng Jiuxi slowly paced past. As soon as he got in front of him, he grabbed his hand, pulled it to his face, gently rubbed it, exhaled the intoxicating spirit, and whispered, "ah Jiu, let's go home."

Why is this man so sticky when he's drunk.

Feng Jiuxi couldn't cry or laugh on his face. His heart had long been soft. Anyway, it was getting late outside. "Yuanyou, come and help your prince up. It's getting late. It's time for us to go back to the palace."

Seeing that they were leaving, Feng Yuntian hurriedly said, "since it's so late, I'd better sleep at home tonight."

As soon as the voice fell, Yan Qing was like pinching the time. Yuan you pushed her away and held Feng Jiuxi in her arms. "Ah Jiu, don't let others help me. I want you to help us. Shall we go home, go home..."

Yuan you was innocently thrown aside. Is the Lord really drunk? It's really hard to push.

Seeing that he was drunk, Feng Jiuxi could only shake his head and refused Feng Yuntian's suggestion. "My daughter will often come back in the future. My father doesn't need to worry. I'll take him back first today. It's estimated that he can't squeeze my bed."

Therefore, Feng Yuntian watched other people's pig arch walk away from his own cabbage and sighed deeply when they left. He was relieved, reluctant and worried.

"I don't know whether jiuer's marriage to his Highness the underworld is the divine will or evil fate."

As soon as dark Weilin appeared beside him, he comforted: "the owner doesn't have to worry too much. Today's young lady is not the young lady she used to be. She is much stronger than before in terms of ability and character, and won't be bullied easily."

"Besides, isn't your highness Pluto always recognized by the master? The master has just tried again and again for the good of the young lady."

Feng Yuntian sighed again, "mother jiuer died early. I've always felt indebted to her for so many years."

Then he turned his tone and hummed, "I hope this smelly boy will be better to my daughter in the future, but don't let her down!"