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"Come and pour me some wine."

"It depends on your performance."

"Drink it!"

Seeing Mu Ling Feng's cold eyes, she did not dare to say it out loud, "Will you let me go if I drink?"

"Why are you so annoying, woman? "I always ask, if I tell you to drink it, drink it. Why are you spouting so much nonsense?"

He always asked a question because he didn't get an answer to that question.

Her slender and fair hands supported the wine cup as she slowly moved closer to her lips. She very carefully took a sip and realized that it was actually sweet. It was hard to tell what the taste was. In short, it was very tasty.

She picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp, licking her lips.

Seeing her intoxicated look, the corner of Mu Ling Feng's mouth hooked up into a faint smile, "I'll allow you to drink another cup."

One cup after another.

When the bottle reached the bottom and the last drop flowed out, Tang Xia finally gave up on putting down the bottle.

She placed the cup down regretfully, and looked at Mu Ling Feng's grave and stern face. Actually, he wasn't as cold and terrifying as the rumors, he actually dared to invite her to drink?

"I forgot to tell you earlier, although this wine is sweet, it has a strong aftertaste. You'll sleep through tomorrow after drinking so much at once."

"Who are you lying to? I'm wide awake now. "Very."

Just as he took a step forward, Tang Xia felt the world spinning around him. He laid his head on the sofa, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Mu Ling Feng shot her a glance. She had initially only been looking at her accidentally, but this woman seemed to have a magnetic field of her own as she caught his gaze.

Her delicate face was red like a flower that had been blown away by the spring wind, attracting others to be plucked away.

Her skin was creamy, and her bathrobe was half covered. Her proud chest was exposed, her fair and slender legs were tied up on the sofa, and a pair of slippers hung on one leg.

An alcoholic, it was hard to tell!

"Chen gege, don't go."

Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed Mu Ling Feng's tie, and muttered something.

Big brother Chen?

With a knit of her brows, Mu Ling Feng pulled out the high-ranking officer's belt that she loathed.

Lying on his bed and shouting someone else's name was an insult.

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"Aaah!"

Early in the morning, a woman's voice came from the bedroom on the second floor.

The servants panicked and rushed upstairs, "Young Grandmother, what happened to you?"

"What about my clothes?"

Tang Xia was wrapped in a bath towel and stepped barefoot on the carpet.

How could she sleep here? She couldn't remember at all.

In the courtyard, Mu Ling Feng sat by the side of the pond and carelessly read a newspaper. The warm morning sun shone on his face;

Tang Xia walked behind him. He did not look up from her newspaper.

"You, what did you do to me last night?"

"What can you do on your wedding night?" Mu Ling Feng casually flipped a page of the newspaper.