Look, it's three more glasses.

After drinking zuihou, Mu Ziyang went directly from sitting to standing up, looked around, there were still three people left, and there were nine cups.

My stomach was churning so much, and after drinking so much wine, my body was really hot and uncomfortable.

As Zhang Zhitao thought, he was holding on.

In fact, he didn't have to be like this at all, a few glasses of wine, he said that no one dared to embarrass him if he didn't drink it, but when he thought that he was almost taken advantage of just now because of his Zhang Zhitao, he felt that he should bear such a result.

In general, he is not a person who likes to escape, except for that thing.

"Mu Shao, can you still drink it? If you can't, don't force it? "Some people can't stand it, and few of them can stand drinking so much at one time, let alone Mu Ziyang, who usually doesn't drink much at all.

Originally, they wanted to tease Mu Ziyang, but if something went wrong, they would definitely be more and more sad one by one.

Mu Ziyang didn't speak, the corners of his mouth turned up in a beautiful arc, and then he picked up the wine glass, and the two glasses of wine quickly went down.

The man who clinked glasses with him was a little embarrassed, and drank very slowly, trying to make Mu Ziyang ease up.

Mu Ziyang's body shook, a little weak, after drinking so much, the strength of the wine had already begun to come up.

In order to balance his body, Mu Ziyang naturally propped his left hand on the edge of the table, so that he could try to stay calm and not fall down.

Can't fall down!

Zhang Zhitao's heart hung high, Mu Ziyang's swaying movement just now did not escape her eyes, and she saw that Mu Ziyang's entire left hand had completely turned white.

Zhang Zhitao really couldn't sit still, he didn't care about anything anymore, he stood up and was about to snatch Mu Ziyang's wine glass again, and said worriedly: "You can't drink anymore!" ”

Who knows, Mu Ziyang moved faster, grabbed Zhang Zhitao's hand with his left hand propped on the edge of the table, held it tightly in his hand, and then raised his head, and the wine went down again.

Putting down the empty wine glass, Mu Ziyang turned his head and smiled softly at Zhang Zhitao, and said lightly: "I'm fine." ”

I'm fine, three simple words, calm and indifferent, no different from usual.

But Zhang Zhitao didn't believe that he was really okay at all, because she clearly felt the tremor transmitted by that big hand.

A masculine man is trembling, how can it be okay, he can't even lie.