Chapitre 152: I'm here
How old was she? she and her roommates always drank hot wine when they went out, okay?
Why did he treat her like a little kid?
The veins on Fu Nanli's forehead throbbed as he lowered his head. call him Fu Cheng, or Big Brother Cheng. You don't have to call him Big Brother Cheng.
The word "brother" always seemed to be full of emotions.
Her amorous feelings could only be used on him alone.
Wen Qiao tilted her head, a look of confusion on her face. Why?"
Was there a difference?
Fu Nanli pressed down on her fair wrist. "Just be obedient."
Fu Cheng raised his eyebrows. young master didn't say anything. I didn't dare to pour you wine.
Wen Qiao looked at Fu Nanli. I'll just drink one glass. Alright? "
Fu Nanli raised his hand. Fu Cheng, bring a bottle of fruit wine over. Peach wine with air bubbles. Do you have it? "
He Juan teased. you're treating her like a child and dating her again. Nan Li, you're contradicting yourself.
Fu Nanli looked at the longing in Wen Qiao's eyes and let out a sigh of relief. "Fu Cheng, just pour her a cup."
Wen Qiao had never expected that she could finish half a bottle of red wine with a burning knife, but it was done with a glass of red wine.
Wen Qiao drank a cup, and it didn't take long before she felt her face heat up, her mind become muddled, her consciousness blurred, and her body went soft.
Fu Nanli pulled the swaying person into his arms.
Fu Cheng spread his hands. brother, don't blame me. You asked me to pour the wine.
Fu Nanli shot daggers at Fu Cheng with his eyes, making him feel extremely aggrieved.
what? " He Yan couldn't hold back her smile. someone actually got this drunk just from a glass of red wine? "
So this girl had used such a method to bewitch Fu Nanli?
Wen Qiao's face was flushed red, her eyes dazed. She grabbed Fu Nanli's hand and said rather harshly, " "I can drink, but Don't Treat Me Like A Child. Actually, when I go out with Lu Youyou and the others, I can drink more than half a bottle of white wine."
Fu Nanli lifted her up horizontally and walked out.
"Get someone to send some hangover soup to my room."
"Alright, brother." Fu Cheng replied.
She then saw Fu Nanli hurriedly leaving the private room with the person in his arms.
He Yan couldn't hold it in any longer. Throwing away the chopsticks in her hand, she took out a box of women's cigarettes and lit it up. In a bad tone, she said, " "It's not convenient for little Wen to stay here. You have to go out to smoke when you're smoking."
He Juan let out a soft tsk. After all, they were the fu family's brothers. She must have been so angry that she spoke ill of Fu Nanli's girlfriend behind his back without any qualms.
"He Yan, watch your attitude."
He Yan became even more furious. With trembling fingers, she violently snuffed out the cigarette in the plate of bones, picked up her handbag, and rushed out of the private room.
Fu Nanli's room was on the sixth floor. He hurriedly carried Wen Qiao back to the room and stepped on the soft carpet, passing through the huge living room and back to the room. He had just gently placed her on the bed when Wen Qiao struggled to sit up.
She looked at him with red eyes.
The lights in the room had not been turned on yet, and only the dim light from outside the window shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"What's wrong?" He half-knelt by the bed, his posture looked pious, and his voice was extremely gentle.
She might have become more emotional after getting drunk. No matter how tough her life was, Wen Qiao had never complained to anyone or complained about her grievances.
However, when she faced him, she became soft.
"Dad doesn't want us anymore, little brother is sick, and mom is too kind. I'm the one supporting the whole family, will I be tired? Actually, I'm tired too."
He didn't seem to have any experience in comforting people. He just reached out and touched her face over and over again, saying in a deep voice, " "I'm here, I'm here."
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