Chapter 110

He didn't ask any questions, just picked up the wine and finished it.

But when Qing Muye's cup hadn't been put down, Meng Jingwei had already picked up the second glass of wine and raised her head to drink.

The red wine spilled down the corners of her lips, snaked down her chin, and flowed down to her delicate collarbone, making her more and more sexy and sultry.

Meng Jingwei put down her glass, raised the red wine bottle, and poured herself another glass of red wine.

She looked at Qing Muye with reddened eyes, holding a red wine bottle in one hand and a goblet in the other, her red lips were slightly hooked, and she sneered, "Come, I will give you another glass." Congratulations...... Hmmm......"

Halfway through her words, Meng Jingwei paused, as if thinking about how to talk to Qing Muye.

Then he said 'oh', and said: "Congratulations on your engagement to Li Yun'er, I wish you a hundred years of good marriage and an early birth to a noble son." ”

A scumbag with a scumbag, a perfect match!

Qing Muye's eyebrows on one side were raised, clearly knowing that Meng Jingwei was sarcastic about him, but Qing Muye's thin and moderate lips only hooked up a touch of arc and didn't say anything.

Meng Jingwei raised the red wine and wanted to continue drinking, but Qing Muye stretched out his hand and snatched the red wine, "The red wine that has been treasured for twenty years has made you so bad." ”

Bang –

As soon as Qing Muye snatched the goblet away, Meng Jingwei slapped the table angrily, and she glared at him angrily with a slightly drunk face, "Qing Muye, are you an iron rooster, you don't pull out a hair! Aren't you just drinking your two bottles of red wine? Do you look like a person who lacks this red wine? Hmph!"

He wouldn't let her drink, so she had to finish all of it.

After scolding, Meng Jingwei blew directly at the bottle.

This time, Qing Muye did not stop again.

I watched helplessly as she drank half a bottle of red wine, and then opened another bottle of red wine, and wanted to 'take a sip' posture.

"Enough!"

The man's face sank, and he directly snatched the wine in her hand, "You have had a miscarriage for less than a month, so you can't drink!"

At the mention of the word 'miscarriage', Meng Jingwei's smiling face instantly stiffened, and her cold eyes shot at Qing Muye, "What do you want to say? What's the point of acting cowardly? You forced the children to die, aren't you? You think that the Qing family has a big business, and you don't look at us ordinary people as people, isn't this your nature!"

After knowing Meng Jingwei's true identity, Qing Muye understood why she took a large amount of medicine that day and wanted to have a miscarriage.

So at this moment, in the face of Meng Jingwei's reprimand pointing at him, he was speechless to refute.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Meng Jingwei reached out and was about to grab the red wine, "Give me the wine!"

It's a pity that before her fingers touched the wine bottle in Qing Muye's hand, the man leaned back and easily dodged.

Meng Jingwei held her breath in her heart, got up and walked over to grab the red wine, but as soon as Qing Muye's hand was released, the wine bottle fell directly to the ground with a bang and shattered.

The red wine splattered, staining the white floor.

Meng Jingwei's expression was grim, she pursed her lips, her fists clenched, and she reached out angrily to push Qing Muye, wanting to ask him why he did this to her.

However, the man clenched her fist with his bare hands.

Meng Jingwei frowned, beckoned with her left hand, and Qing Muye grabbed his left hand again and brought her forward.

Inertia, she leaned forward, Qing Muye raised her right hand and rotated around the top of her head, as if dancing another waltz, making her turn around perfectly, and sitting directly in his arms with her back to his chest, "Don't make trouble." ”

"Trouble your uncle!"

Suppressed for a long time, Meng Jingwei was on the verge of collapse, and her elbow slammed back, hitting Qing Muye's chest.