Chapter 309

"..." it seems that this is true.

Nanyue looked down at the glass. There was only a little wine left. He simply drank it.

Then he blinked and said, "I seem to be a little drunk."

Last time she poured a glass. This time, although sprite was added, she still had alcohol. She said that being drunk was not entirely an excuse.

Sheng Jingheng smiled and let her go: "well, then go upstairs and have a good sleep."

"OK, I'll go to bed first. Good night, Mr. Sheng."

The South Vietnamese moved slowly and slowly, washed the cup, wiped it dry and put it away, then gave a slight salute to Sheng Jingheng, then moved out of the kitchen and went upstairs first.

After entering the room, the wine was volatilized by her spiritual power, and the whole person immediately recovered.

The sprite added in the wine is blamed for its sweet taste, which makes her feel like she is drinking instead of drinking.

If you are not careful, you forget that your drinking capacity is really poor.

In particular, there is no resistance to red wine.

Sheng Jingheng's memory has always been amazing. He certainly didn't forget the scene when she poured a cup.

But I still invite her to have a drink with me. I have a bad intention!

Nan Yue fell into bed and patted his slightly hot face. He was ashamed to explode when he thought he had just said to Sheng Jingheng if he wanted to call his brother.

I'm good to others. I call Sheng Jingheng brother. Just thinking about that picture can give me goose bumps.

He took a breath of wine and felt that he was slowly calming down from body to heart. After that, Nanyue jumped up from bed.

When he took ukri and began to play softly, South Vietnam had to admit that alcohol is sometimes a good thing, and the melody of if there is nothing can always flash in his mind.

As long as you catch them one by one and play them out, you can become a more complete tune.

Nearly ten o'clock in the evening is still early for contemporary people.

The small building was brightly lit.

Nanyue played softly in the room on the second floor. They were still playing games in the living room downstairs. They were still struggling, and sometimes they were annoyed or happy to say something.

In the kitchen with only one wall lamp on, a tall figure stood, and some wine was poured out of the wine cup in his hand.

But it's not to drown your worries with wine, but to taste the bitter and astringent wine carefully.

Perhaps occasionally, you can taste a trace of sweetness, from the smell left over from the air, but also from the bottom of your heart.

He has not regarded drinking as a kind of enjoyment for a long time.

This night, as usual, passed peacefully.

In the morning, it's a new day. It's also the penultimate recording of "come and have coffee".

When the four sat together for breakfast, they thought of it again.

It's not as stunned as when I suddenly heard it last night. It's relatively calm.

In the entertainment circle, sometimes I feel that the circle is large, sometimes I feel that the circle is small, and I can see it on some unexpected occasions at any time.

So, I began to joke about meeting after talking about it, but don't pretend you don't know.

After that, when I went to the store and began to prepare for business, I didn't have the heart to think about these things that hurt spring and autumn.

Not to mention, when special guests come on stage.

"It's over. I chose the wrong one." When Li Meijun saw someone, his first reaction was this sentence.

Ling Hao echoed silently: "it doesn't matter, sister, I'm also wrong."

Then, he added: "Mr. Sheng is also wrong. Does he feel that he has a psychological balance?"

"No," Li Meijun shook her head and looked bitterly at the unexpected South Vietnam, "Yue Yue, why are you so lucky? Can you guess it? "

"I......" Nanyue thought and said, "maybe it's because I love to laugh?"