Chapter 465

For Xiaohui pick picky, Fu Jie obviously some angry. But she has been tolerant. After all, she knows Xiaohui's character and temper better. She came all the way here. As a cousin, she should take good care of her. What should be tolerant is to be tolerant.

Fu Zhenxin can't help but say: Xiaohui is OK, drink it first, and red wine! Not enough!

Xiaohui rhetorically asked: why not take enough at one time? Why, I don't want to give up the money for those two drinks. I'll go out and buy a box of them and have a good drink! Why, not happy to see me here? Look, it's not too shabby to pick up your wine, not to drink it, but to take it out bottle by bottle? Is it Shandong?

A series of attacks, but also make people laugh and cry.

Fu Jie opened the chopsticks package and said: Xiaohui, do you really treat yourself as Wusong? Drink this thing, drink hurt, I this is for you!

Xiaohui tut Tun: you don't have to be good for me, I know it! Don't you know my dad's drinking capacity? I'm born with good drinking capacity.

When she mentioned her father, Huang Xing's face changed color. On that day, we went to celebrate Xiaohui's mother's birthday. Xiaohui's father expressed the characteristics of Shandong people's hospitality. It is precisely because he let the wine, forced the wine, which led to the yellow star broke the quantity, played the wine crazy. On the wine market, this kind of person is terrible. Shandong's wine culture, that is, don't drink, don't give up, this guiding idea seems to have continued from thousands of years ago. No matter what kind of winery it is, if it's Shandong people, they can't cross the border without drinking half the weight.

Fu Zhen Xin acted as the wine burner, and first poured half a glass of Baijiu for Xiao Hui.

Xiaohui is not happy, and points to goblet, urging way: pour full, wine full of sincerity!

Fu Zhenxin advises: This cup is big, a cup can have half a Jin.

Xiaohui stressed: half a catty for half a year, I can control it.

In desperation, Fu Zhenxin can only fill Xiaohui's cup, and then fill it with Huang Xing's.

A kilogram of Baijiu is left with empty bottles.

Fu's sisters each poured a glass of red wine. The bright colors in the glass reflected the brightness of the lights on their heads. Unfortunately, the atmosphere at the scene seems to be becoming more and more solemn and serious.

Fuji picked up her glass, looked at Xiaohui, and said: it's just the three of us today. First of all, this glass of wine is a welcome to Xiaohui. I hope you can have a good time in Jinan these days. They are all good sisters. I'm very happy.

Xiaohui can't wait to put the glass on her lips: OK, elder sister, it's so official. Come on, drink!

She took a hard drink, then took a big mouthful of Haichang with chopsticks and put it into her mouth.

Fu Jie and Fu Zhenxin also took a symbolic drink.

Huang Xing is just about to pick up the dish, but Xiao Hui puts her cup in front of Huang Xing: Well, what's the matter? Are you a man? Drink deep as I do.

Huang Xing perfunctory tunnel: not in the wine, not in the wine. You three sisters have a good talk.

Xiaohui pursed her mouth and said: what do you mean? Don't give face, do you?

Huang Xing continued to serve his own dishes.

Xiaohui was a little angry, so she took Huang Xing's wine cup in person and said to tongdie: drink! It's a terrible style to fall behind at the first sip of wine!

Helpless, Huang Xing can only deepen a drink, Xiaohui this just give up.

Before the dishes were ready, Xiaohui's initiative left only a little wine in the glass.

If it is repeated, a bottle of Baijiu will soon be drunk by Xiao Hui and Huang Xing.

Fu Jie wants Xiaohui to drink some red wine or beer, but Xiaohui firmly opposes it and stands up and forces Huang Xing to go out to buy wine again.

The Fu sisters couldn't get over her, so they could only acquiesce to Xiao Hui's excessive demands.

A bottle of Baijiu a quality suggestive of poetry or painting.

Huang Xing intends to control the speed of drinking, but Xiao Hui has always turned back on the guests and advised Huang Xing to drink. Huang Xing thought, as expected is pro Ye two sons, she and her father can be said to be wine experts, in drinking, invincible!

This cup of Baijiu down, Xiao Hui has begun to appear drunk state.

Of course, Huang Xing is no exception. Although he doesn't drink too much, he is gradually under the control of alcohol, and his mood is rising.

Xiaohui took another mouthful of sea intestines, chewed them in her mouth, and commented: "not so fresh! This sea sausage! It's not as fresh as what you eat by the sea!

Huang Xing said with a smile: of course, it can't be compared with the seaside. Although the seafood is transported to Jinan, it's also fresh. But there is still a certain gap in taste with the kind that is fished up by the sea!

Xiaohui took another bite of salmon, dipped it in horseradish and ate it with relish.

Huang Xing loves salmon most. Seeing that Xiaohui has the same hobby as herself in this respect, she can't help but feel happy and take the initiative to touch her.

If it is repeated, second bottles of Baijiu will soon be drunk again.

Fu Jie realizes that Xiaohui can't drink any more. If she continues like this, it's strange that she doesn't report the recipe. So we suggested that Xiao Hui drink instead of Baijiu, and dilute the liquor in the body. But Xiaohui was not willing to give up, and resolutely poured a full cup again, which had the momentum of Wusong's three bowls in those days.

In terms of drinking potential, Huang Xing is deeply aware of.

The whole meal, which lasted two and a half hours, was still going on fiercely.

The little drunk, who seemed to have drunk her eyes, seemed not to have enjoyed it yet. But perhaps she realized her state too much, and no longer demanded strongly to continue to drink baijiu. Instead, she changed a glass of red wine, and toast to everyone.

After nine o'clock in the evening, the dinner was barely over.

Fu Zhenxin proposes to sing, but Fu Jie doesn't make a statement. Xiaohui agrees.

Huang Xing feels a little tired and wants to go home earlier, but he is strongly condemned by Xiao Hui. But under, he can only carry this sisters three people, went to the KTV together.

This KTV is still fresh in Huang Xing's memory!

To be exact, this is an important symbol of the sublimation of the relationship between Huang Xing and Fu Zhenxin!

Recalling a few years ago, it was here that Fu Zhenxin was molested by a group of drunken men while singing. At that time, the relationship between Fu Zhenxin and Shan Dongyang, a retired special forces soldier, was very close. However, when Fu Zhenxin was in danger, Shan Dongyang saw that the situation was not good, and he slipped away with his tail between his legs. However, Huang Xing, who has never been liked by Fu Zhenxin, risks being beaten to be disabled and saves Fu Zhenxin from fire and water

In memory, Huang Xing and three sisters walked into the KTV.

Fu Zhenxin lost no time to lean to Huang Xing and asked softly: do you remember here?

Huang Xing nodded: can't forget, can't forget.

There was a strange expression on Fu Zhenxin's face, but it was hidden by her immediately. Although, that beautiful memory is reminiscent, but reality, has not allowed her to nostalgia for everything.

Fu Jie ordered a deluxe private room, and the waiter offered the fruit plate and beer, and then withdrew one after another.

Already drunk and dazzled, Xiaohui, holding a bottle of beer, gently wiggles her character's body in front of her and whispers: Hey, hey! Sing! Jump! Let’sgo！

Fu Jie and Fu Zhenxin sit quietly in a corner. Huang Xing can see that the two sisters don't want to sing. They just act as a foil for Xiao Hui, which is completely out of the psychology of accompanying guests.

Xiaohui saw that she tried to adjust the atmosphere, but no one responded. She couldn't help getting angry. Go to the song stage, pre order a few very rock songs, the whole box soon fell into a beautiful state. Beautiful lights, beautiful beauties and loud music.

Huang Xing came up to the Fu sisters and tried to persuade them to ask for a song.

Fu Jie sat with her arms in her arms, expressionless and indifferent. Fu Zhenxin is a bit of face, up point of a "trapped sand.".

Xiaohui is in front of her, but she is full of passion and singing. When I was excited, I just came over and pulled Huang Xing to the front and insisted on dancing with her. Huang Xing was a little embarrassed for a moment, but he couldn't help the effect of alcohol and Xiao Hui's enthusiasm, and he couldn't help following.

Music, like alcohol, is something that makes people drunk easily.

Xiao Hui sang several songs in a row, until she was tired of singing, she sat down, drank beer with Huang Xing and chatted with Huang Xing.

Holding a microphone, Fu Zhenxin quietly but emotionally sings the classic old love song: trapped sand.

... you hold the memory will not put, never pay attention to others laugh at your silly, knowing that this feeling has been a thousand holes. You've fallen in love with him regardless of everything, his mania and even his lies. Until now, only to find that they are not strong enough. You said you still love him, there are some past you can't give up. You have been struggling more than once. The more you think about him, the more upset you are. But memories are like sand trapped in the eyes, no matter how painful you have to rub gently. Perhaps that bitter, occasionally let you, tears, but also to pretend that you have forgotten him

This sad melody, simple and moving lyrics, let Huang Xing taste for a long time.

Huang Xing even felt that it was like Fu Zhenxin's inner monologue. Once that magnificent love, now only pale memories.

With the help of alcohol anesthesia, Huang Xing's heart sprouted an indescribable sadness.

After Fu Zhenxin finished the song, Huang Xing took the initiative to have a drink with her. Fu Zhenxin looks at Huang Xing with a pair of special eyes. She seems to swallow a lot of words back to her stomach.

Clink the glass, touch very loud, this wine, full of a kind of sentiment called old love, these two people's thoughts, through time and space, each sprout a section of hard to give up memories.

They touched five or six cups in a row.

Five or six drinks, too.

Until Fu Zhenxin accidentally discovers that Fu Jie is staring at this side with a strange look.

Fu Zhenxin restrained some emotions, came up to Fu Jie, forced her face to smile and urged her to say: sister, go ahead, you didn't sing!

Fu Jie raised her hand and said: you sing, I'm listening.

Fu Zhenxin continues to urge: I'll order one for you. You're ready. She goes to the front, bows and looks for a song on the song screen. With the other hand, she still habitually pulls her pants... Huang Xing consciously sits close to Fu Jie. Maybe he wants to open his heart and say a few words with Fu Jie under the influence of alcohol. The music is still going on, and Xiaohui starts dancing and singing. Fu Jie clapped her hands symbolically, echoing the rhythm of the music. Huang Xing measured it, approached Fu Jie's ear and said in a soft voice: Fu Jie, let's sing a chorus.