Chapter 1067

Feng Jian has never seen such a woman who doesn't know how to change her mind. Can he not explain his meaning clearly enough?

If he had known that he would eventually turn into a drunk drunkard to take care of, he would not let Tang Si come over. At first, he just thought that it was boring to drink alone by the river. With a familiar person to accompany him, it would be nice to say a few words occasionally. Who knows that Tang Si is a child with a strong personality. If he doesn't say a word, he won the beer to drink on his own.

It's no use blocking him.

Don't he know Tang Si's drinking capacity?

At the company dinner party, Tang Si was offered a toast and was able to get drunk after drinking a little.

Now needless to say, he only drank two cans of beer when he looked at the woman, her face turned red, and she felt powerless.

Together with him, he found a ancestor to support himself?

The bottom of my heart is not smooth. I haven't made one yet. Now it's better to take care of a drunkard.

Feng Jian silently hid the other cans of beer that had not yet been opened behind her. Who knew that Tang Si, who had just been confused, suddenly turned around like she had eyes on her back. "What are you hiding? Give it to me. "

Her eyes were bright, but she was a little intoxicated and covered with a thin mist.

"What is it for you?" A simple cover makes a fool of himself.

Tang Si was not happy, "wine! Do you think I didn't know you were hiding the wine? "

She said, rubbing forward, only a few centimeters away from the tip of their noses, and she quickly smiled, "only you can drink, not me?"

Feng Jian's heart thumped for a moment, and then the strong beat increased unabated.

"You drink too much," he said.

What's up with a drunk?

But Tang Si snorted coldly. She reached behind him and dragged the bag out. She was proud to steal the fishy cat. "I can take it if you don't give it to me!"

"Tang Si, you really can't drink any more." He's a little bit measured. He can't get drunk at this level, but Tang Si can't. She has a very poor amount of alcohol. Once she gets drunk, she is easily confused. She looks at the project on hand, and there are important things to deal with tomorrow. Tang Si's indulgence tonight doesn't matter. It's likely to delay tomorrow's business.

He was kind enough to persuade Tang Si.

It's true. When he felt headache, he just remembered that he was such a ghost just now. He didn't know what mood he was in. Did Tang Si deal with him with his attitude?

Tang Si shook her head, and was too lazy to listen to him. "I want to drink. Do you think you are the only one upset?"

So is she!

Tang Ze didn't know what happened to her. She moved her sister to a place where she was raised. In fact, they all knew that her sister's life would not last long.

Tang Si is lonely and thinks that she really has no feelings for the Tang family. Even if she knows that the woman's life is not long, she won't feel sad. At most, it's just a pity.

Without those episodes, Tang Ze and her sister would have been a good couple, and Tang Ze would have been infatuated and devoted enough.

Unfortunately, their stability is based on her pain. Her closest relatives in the world have died for her useless woman.

She hates the Tang family. She hates them for their cold-blooded love. They are all children of the Tang family. They don't live as well as dogs.

He is so ill that his father, who is superior to the Tang family, has never been distracted, even if they give him some money to cure him! They are not going to die.

She wanted to revenge the Tang family, but that thought came out only two seconds later.

She doesn't have the ability and courage. Even her life is exchanged for the life of the most intimate person. She really can't afford to lose.

"Why don't you say it when you feel so sad?" Is it more comfortable to say than to hide?

Tang Si smiled bitterly, "there is nothing to say." She didn't want to provoke anyone. She just wanted to be able to leave in the future, just as she originally planned, and get out safely.

Maybe it's because something is hidden in her heart. Feng Jian doesn't go too far today to find out if there's nothing to say in her mouth, or if there's nothing to explain.

He had long known that Tang Si had something hidden in her heart, but he had never taken the initiative to understand it before, and now he did not have that mind to try to get her to talk.

What we found out, what we cheated out, is not interesting.

Feng Jian looks at Tang Si's drinking. After thinking about it, she takes a beer from her shopping bag and says, "well, I'll have enough with you."

Whether he has something important to do tomorrow, even if she doesn't want to do it, what else can he do?

Seeing this, Tang Si smiled and didn't care much.

It's ironic that the people who come to persuade them become the ones who want to drink. But she doesn't care. She's a little bored. She just wants to forget it, drink it together if she wants to. It's better if she's drunk and unconscious. Then she doesn't have to think about anything.At last, Tang Si drank too much, but Feng Jian became more and more sober. Seeing the drunk woman lying on the grass, he had no choice but to pick up her.

After weighing it, she was light, tall but thin, and didn't seem to have any extra flesh on her.

She usually stays in her own office. She gives all the unimportant documents to the assistant.

To be honest, the staff of the company should be able to see her very little. She keeps herself in a big field all day long, and it's hard to see her.

I was just a face slapper, and familiar with the route to the cottage she rented, so I often met it.

He didn't know why Tang Si was a little wary of anyone, as if no one could go to her heart.

Her occasional smile is also with a touch of indifference and alienation, not from the heart, she rarely shows a weak side, unfortunately, he met.

He was very curious about the secret that Tang Si had hidden. Of course, he wanted to hear it from Tang Si himself.

After carrying the man to the car, he took the blanket from the back seat and covered it gently for her.

She drank too much and went on her face. A quiet little face was as red as a cloud of wine, like a thin layer of rouge, which was pretty.

Under the dim light of the ceiling lamp in the car, the tip of the nose seems to be a little anti light, small and moving.

Feng Jian looks at her for a long time, leans down, and gently falls on her lips with a wine flavored kiss.

There are subtle differences with his imagination, and it seems to be softer. Softer, he has tasted it, so he has been a little nostalgic for a long time.