Wenchi poured him another glass of wine, and Wenqiao whispered, "don't let him drink."
Wen Chi looked at his sister: "I haven't got married yet, so I've turned my elbow out? Protect the short. "
So Wenmo ate in silence and listened to them.
Fu Nanli smile: "this wine, not as intoxicating."
Wenqiao has a headache, and Fu Nanli gives her brother too much face.
After a hearty meal, his back began to sweat, and his suit felt tied to his body. He took off his suit and put it on the back of his chair. He had never been so dishonorable.
After drinking two cups of wine, Wenchi ventured to ask his sister: "I always said where to go with Lu youyou. Did you actually go out with her brother-in-law?"
Wenjo squinted at him.
How bold!
How dare you question your sister!
Fu Nanli turned to look at Wenqiao: "twice in Germany, I told my family that I went out to play with Lu You?"
Wenqiao was forced to reply: "well."
He pinched her fingers.
Wenjo: I didn't tell my mother. I was afraid she was worried
"When will you say it?"
Wenqiao has some helplessness. She has no plan to tell her mother that they are fake. Even if they are true, her mother is afraid of the powerful family and thinks that the water depth of the powerful family is not suitable for her temperament.
My mother would not object too much to anything, but she would worry all day.
"I have to pick the right time."
Fu Nanli knew something about the Wen family and what her mother was worried about, so he didn't force her.
The atmosphere of the meal was good. After the meal, Fu Nanli was slightly drunk.
Wenchite sensible: "brother in law is a little drunk, you send people back."
"And you?"
"Mo and I walk back."
"Be careful."
"Are we really three-year-old baby babies?"
Fu Nanli leaned against the car, with his suit in his hand. He looked a little lazy. He watched Wenqiao tell her brother. After a while, she ran to him. She jumped down the steps and ran to him.
Autumn night wind, blowing her long hair, behind the warm light shine her hair top hairy.
"I'll take you back."
She helped him into the car.
Fu Nanli drank a bottle of beer, but was not drunk, but because he enjoyed the care of wenjo, his drunkenness was deliberately exaggerated.
He leaned against the leather seat with his eyes closed, the window was slit, and the autumn evening wind was blowing in, and the wine was in wenjo's nose.
She turned and took a bottle of water from the car refrigerator, unscrewed the cap and handed it to his mouth: "drink some water."
Fu Nanli opened his eyes and drank two obediently.
Wenqiao wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand: "I told you to drink less, but you didn't listen."
He closed his eyes again, took her hand and rubbed it.
Two more bottles won't be a problem.
It's just that she's worried about the way he looks.
At the gate of the community, Wenqiao got off to the convenience store and bought a bottle of pure milk. Then he helped him up the stairs.
On the sofa in the living room, she settled in a good man and whispered, "I'll heat the milk for you. It'll be better to drink it."
Fu Nanli pressed his temple and answered, "well."
Ten minutes later, the milk was hot. She sat beside him with a cup and fed him milk, like a virtuous little wife.
As he took a sip of milk, his Adam's Apple would slide up and down.
He looked at her drunk and drowsy: "go tomorrow."
Wenqiao wiped the corners of his mouth, some confusion: "drink a bottle and a half of beer, should not be drunk."