Just about to serve Feng Yichen a bowl, Feng Yichen stopped him, "This soup is my brother's favorite, I'll use some West Lake beef soup."
Hearing this, Mo Jinlan had no choice but to put down the spoon and exit the restaurant.
At this time, Feng Shaojin seemed to be a little tipsy, a bottle of brandy western wine had already run out, he propped his forehead with one hand, and held the wine cup in the other hand, half closed his eyes, only feeling dizzy .
The nerves that had been tense all this time suddenly relaxed, exhaustion flooded out, and he finally felt a little tired.
No, I'm too tired.
The body is tired and the heart is even more tired.
Physically and mentally exhausted.
He is also a human being, not a machine whose energy can never be exhausted.
He will also be sad and disappointed.
In the face of the cruel rejection of the beloved, there is nothing you can do.
"There are so many women in the world..." Feng Shaojin rubbed his forehead and said in a low voice, "But she is the only one who can be considered handsome."
"Brother, sometimes, I sympathize with you and feel that you are so pitiful. After finally falling in love with a woman, I want to treat her heart and soul, but she doesn't appreciate it.
But sometimes, I envy you so much, if you want her, you can use all means to keep her by your side..."
The candlelight on the table was shining, Nuo Da's restaurant was empty, only two long shadows printed on the wall, shaking slightly with the flickering of the candlelight.
A bitter smile curled up on the corner of Feng Yichen's lips: "No matter how unbearable you are, at least you like to be frank and upright, and you don't have to cover up like me..."
Before he had time to take a few mouthfuls of food, Feng Yichen, who was overwhelmed with alcohol, lay down on the table.
Feng Shaojin poured the wine in the cup down his throat, and the acrid burning sensation spread down his throat to his empty stomach.
It was so uncomfortable, he picked up the warm soup in front of him, and drank several sips in a row, the feeling of nausea was barely suppressed.
Feng Shaojin sat for a while longer, only feeling a little hot on his body, he pulled his collar, stood up and walked out, Madam Feng stopped him: "It's late, it's snowing again, let's stay here tonight. "
Feng Shaojin only felt that there were many shadows in front of his eyes, as if the world was spinning.
He wobbled, almost unable to stand still.
He Jingshu was about to step forward to support him, but Mo Jinlan, who had been staring at Mrs. Feng and He Jingshu, took a step ahead and supported Feng Shaojin.
Madam Feng sighed, "It seems that he is too drunk, help him back to the bedroom, and take good care of him."
Mo Jinlan: "..."
"Shaojin, let me help you back to your room." Mo Jinlan glanced at He Jingshu, who was bluish, and helped Feng Shaojin, who was a little confused, back to the bedroom.
Just after covering Feng Shaojin with the quilt, he heard the sound of a lock coming from the door.
Mo Jinlan stood up abruptly and tried to open the door, only to find that the bedroom door was locked from the outside.
No wonder Mrs. Feng was so talkative today, and with such a good opportunity, she didn't let He Jingshu get close to Feng Shaojin, instead she asked her to help Feng Shaojin go upstairs.
Mo Jinlan patted on the door vigorously, but the heavy door remained motionless.
The man lying on the bed had already started to tear his neckline restlessly, and he was chanting Mo Lingwei's name.
Mo Lingwei's back froze, her whole body was tense, and she looked at the person on the bed helplessly.
Feng Shaojin opened his eyes, the man's long and narrow phoenix eyes were gloomy like a cold pool, with a strangely scorching light, the already delicate eyebrows and eyes were stained with strong desire.
The gorgeous, extremely cold face adds a touch of flirtatious charm for no reason, which can make people addicted to it and can't stop it!