Woman, where to escape

Turning her eyes, Cheng Feier smiled: "the dog can't spit out ivory."

She is definitely Qian Zhongyao's excellent partner. She is generous and decent in her words and deeds, and she is not small hearted. Therefore, everyone clearly believes that these two people are designated to have a play.

Everyone is happy. It seems to be the end everyone is looking forward to.

But what about the facts? God knows, they both know.

Everyone was laughing, except Qian Laoer, who frowned and didn't smile. He kept silent and watched the big play.

Then the meal officially kicked off.

The so-called dinner is inseparable from wine, wine table and dinner table. That's it

When Qian Zhongyao looked up again, his mood seemed to get better in an instant. He held a glass of wine and saluted the people on the table. The wine was cup after cup and poured directly into his stomach. Cheng Feier smiled and stopped him from drinking for him, saying that he was happy today.

Yes, everyone felt that Qian Zhongyao had come back to life. He was particularly happy and drank more cheerfully than ever in his life, but no one knew the urge to shout at the bottom of his heart. How he wanted to directly pull away the woman in his second uncle's hand and hide it, so that no one could find it.

Finally, he fell into a chair and rubbed his eyebrows with his head. During this time, he really drank too much wine. As soon as the wine was strong, he could hardly control the impulse in his heart.

Finally, he stood up again with the wine glass, grabbed Cheng Feier's waist, pulled her to Qian Laoer unsteadily, directly pestled the wine glass on the table, hiccupped, smiled and said, "come, Feier, let's respect my second uncle and second aunt together and wish them a long life together."

His chin was light, and Qian's second son smiled with a smile in his mouth. Seeing that the elements didn't seem to come back, he tightened his big hand, wrapped her small hand, and took her to stand up.

"Zhong Zi, thanks."

Zhongzi's second aunt is a blessing to them, but it's good if things are so simple... Looking at his eyebrows and corners of his eyes, Qian couldn't help talking after drinking the wine in his hand.

"Zhong Zi, drink less. You're tall."

When the wine was finished, Qian Zhongyao didn't hurry to leave. He took the wine bottle and filled it for Qian's second son, filled it for himself, raised his eyebrows, smiled bitterly and respected again: "I wish you two a happy moon and a happy marriage for a hundred years."

After that, he drank all the wine again without waiting for Qian Ao to speak. Maybe he drank the wine too quickly and choked him. He coughed all the tears in his eyes. Finally, he squatted directly on the ground, crying and laughing.

Cheng fei'er hurriedly pulled him up and followed his back for him, but it didn't matter. He seemed to have more to say. He filled two glasses of wine again and handed one of them to Qian Laoer: "this one, uncle, you can repay fei'er and me. You have to wish us a happy marriage for a hundred years. She and I will get married soon."

This remark surprised the table, including Cheng Feier himself.

"Phil, you two are getting married?" the disappearance came suddenly, and the element had a little indigestion.

Pursed at the corners of her mouth, Cheng Feier returned to her senses, smiled and nodded, "yes."

After looking at her and Qian Zhongyao, the element didn't see the joking element. I was very happy and really felt happy for them: "Congratulations, I, I also want to have a drink to celebrate for you, but..."

Not finished yet, Qian's second son grabbed her coldly and shouted angrily, "don't make trouble."

Then he grabbed Qian Zhongyao's hand and tried to fill his mouth with wine. His face was already angry: "zhongzi, you drink too much. Go, I'll take you back."

"How can I? I can't get drunk now..." smiled and waved his hand. Qian Zhongyao freed his hand. The wine cup came to his lips and his neck tilted back. Half of the wine went into his throat and half overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

My appetite is boiling.

He threw the wine bottle and glass on the table. He smiled and swept around the table. The men and women who were surprised by their eyes smiled with great joy.

"You go on, I'll go to the bathroom."

Bai Munian, who has been watching coldly, quickly winked at Qian Laoer.

In the bathroom, Qian Zhongyao vomited, and his chest seemed to be torn alive. The sense of destruction like the end of the world swept through his mind and shattered all his fantasies.

He has nothing... Nothing... His element... Nothing

Laughing, laughing, he stumbled out of the bathroom.

After a footstep, he raised his eyes and saw the money Dick leaning against the wall smoking at the corner of the corridor.

Similarly, Qian Ao also saw him. His half narrowed eyes saw his big nephew's decadent face and lonely vicissitudes of life through the confused smoke.

However, at the moment, why not be depressed? How does it feel?

Staring at him, Qian Zhongyao slowed down and approached.

The man in front of him is his second uncle who grew up with his children. What a familiar face and how close his family are, but it's him who took away his only love

"Second uncle, you are so happy."

With these words, his spirit of wine surged up and he couldn't help vomiting. Qian's second son's face was livid. He shook off his cigarette butt and stretched out his hand to pull him up.

Four eyes relative, hate a lot less, two people's eyes are the same difficult.

After looking at him in silence for a long time, Qian Laoer lowered his voice and said, "zhongzi, what the fuck are you doing? Interesting?"

"I do? Ha ha... By the way, second uncle, thank you for your blessing just now."

Who can know his pain, the feeling that losing his love is better than death?

The second brother of Qian frowned, looked into his eyes and said angrily, "pull it down, zhongzi. I tell you, whether you recognize me as your second uncle or not, marriage is a matter of life. You fucking think it over. Don't be impulsive and regret it all your life."

Holding his hand tighter, Qian Zhongyao suddenly smiled: "second uncle, do you really want me to be happy and live a good life, so as to reduce your anxiety of conscience and your sin of robbing your nephew and girlfriend?"

Instead of laughing angrily, Qian Laoer smiled bitterly: "do you think so? Even so."