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Jiang Juner didn't want to drink, but when she heard that it was thyme from dianjing, she also felt eager to try.

When she was in dianjing, she also drank thyme, but she was drunk after a small taste at that time.

But now she is not afraid of getting drunk. Although she is not in dianjing, it feels great to be able to drink the characteristic wine only in dianjing.

Jiang Juner found a clean cup from the side, then handed it to Li Junting and raised his chin to Li Junting.

Li Junting couldn't help laughing when he saw her eager little eyes.

However, with so many people, he still took the wine bottle from the side and poured a small half of a cup for Jiang Juner.

Here, Xing Mo has had a drink and his face is red.

He shook his hand and handed it to Li Junting.

Happy today. He didn't want to restrict Xing mo. he immediately filled Xing Mo with.

On the contrary, the nearby Feng Jinbei frowned: "don't drink. Who will take care of you when you get drunk later?"

That's a little superfluous.

However, Xing Mo has always been the Lord who doesn't suffer losses. He immediately killed him: "even if no one takes care of you, you don't need to be taken care of."

At the thought of Feng Jinbei's attitude towards himself these two days, he felt very subdued.

Did he do anything wrong? He didn't do anything wrong at all. Why should he isolate himself so much?

Only he has a temper in northern Shanxi. Is it difficult that Xing Mo has no temper?

Feng Jinbei was yelled by Xing Mo and immediately touched his nose. He stopped talking and lowered his head to drink.

Li Junting looked at them and shook his head. He looked helpless.

In the end, everyone was a little drunk.

Jiang Juner was also a little dizzy. Li Junting was OK. She helped Jiang Juner to have a rest.

Anna helped Lin Qingyao to rest. Xing Zhao ignored Xing Mo at all and went straight back to his room.

Soon, only Xing Mo and Feng Jinbei were left in the living room.

Feng Jinbei only drank one cup and was not as drunk as Xing mo.

He looked at Xing Mo, who was slumped in his chair, and smiled sarcastically: "who just said I didn't need to take care of it?"

Then he directly pulled Xing Mo up: "go, I'll take you to your room to rest."

Although Xing Mo is drunk, he is still sober.

He heard the mockery in Feng Jinbei's words clearly.

When fengjinbei was about to grasp his hand, he pushed fengjinbei away: "I said no, you don't need you. Stay away from me."

Feng Jinbei felt helpless and angry. He lowered his voice and shouted at Xing Mo: "you're so strong. I'll take you back to rest."

"I said no." Xing Mo pushed him away, and he was a little angry.

He is drunk now, his brain is empty, and his head is not as restrained as fengjinbei.

He shouted directly at fengjinbei: "if you hate me, just say it. Why are you so hypocritical? Anyway, we always have to go our separate ways in the future. You can't see me and I can't see you. We can't get tired of seeing each other, that's all."

"You say I hate you?" Feng Jinbei thought it was strange that Xing Mo had such an idea.

"Isn't it? When you came back from the day when you were asked to pick me up in the resettlement area, your attitude was strange. If you don't want to talk to me, just say it. What can't the old man say clearly? Why should he chirp?" Xing Mo couldn't understand Feng Jinbei's idea.

He felt that maybe he thought too much, but he had such a feeling.

Before he was drunk, he didn't mean to open his mouth. Now he is drunk, he doesn't have to worry about anything. If he has something to say, he can solve the contradiction. Why think so much.

"So you miss me so much?" Feng Jinbei smiled, and the smile was a little cold.

"Is it difficult for me to misunderstand you?" Xing Mo felt a burst of fire when he saw that Feng Jinbei didn't smile.

"Yes, you just misunderstood me. It was a complete misunderstanding." Feng Jinbei gradually approached Xing mo.

Seeing the wind in the north of Shanxi, Xing Mo always felt very dangerous. He subconsciously stepped back: "what are you doing? Should I poke your heart? Do you want to kill people?"

"Yes, I just want to kill people and kill people." Feng Jinbei hooked his lips and approached Xing mo.

Xing Mo always felt that the current wind in northern Shanxi gave him an aura of fear.

"You, what are you going to do?" now, drunk Xing Mo can't think too much. What he shows is the most direct fear.

Now he speaks with trembling.

After the reaction, Xing Mo scolded himself.

Why is he so counselled?

I don't think it's funny to follow the trend in northern Shanxi.

Besides, what can fengjinbei do in full view of the public?

After Xing Mo's thoughts flew and reacted, he found that Feng Jinbei's face was close at hand. As long as he moved, he could kiss at any time.

He was surprised by the strange feeling.

He and fengjinbei?

dear?

What kind of ghost logic is this.

Xing Mo thought it was an illusion. He shook his head.

However, fengjinbei is still in front of him.

Xing Merton was a little out of control.

He pointed to the north of Shanxi: "if you really feel bad about me, we'll solve it with a man's point. We'll go out and fight now, and the bridge will return to the bridge and the road. What do you think?"

Fengjinbei still kept the posture just now.

Xing Mo couldn't help but start and poked him in the chest: "Hey, how can you solve it? You just say a word. What's the matter with such a silence?"

There was anger in the eyes of the north of Shanxi.

He lowered his head and kissed Xing Mo's chattering mouth, so that he could say something he didn't hate.

Xing Mo was stunned by the touch on his lips.

His brain crashed immediately and couldn't react.

It took about half a minute for Xing Mo to react.

He pushed fengjinbei away, and then tried his best to wipe his lips: "fengjinbei, what are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Feng Jinbei was unprepared. He was pushed by Xing Mo and staggered for several steps. Finally, he fell directly to the ground.

He looked at Xing Mo, revealing a bitter smile that Xing Mo couldn't understand: "yes, I'm really crazy, and I think I'm crazy."

"Neuropathy." Xing Mo glared at Feng Jinbei. He wiped his mouth and stood up directly from the sofa.

He staggered forward.

When he was about to fall, he grabbed the wall and walked hard.

Feng Jinbei couldn't see behind him. He patted his pants and stood up from the ground.

"I said, don't be brave. I'll send you in?"

At least he is also a decent Interpol. When did he get so embarrassed?

He's not that annoying, is he?