"Hmm. Sanskrit whispered, she had reached her limit at this time, and there were little stars in front of her.

"How much alcohol did you make her drink. Bei Ming said coldly.

Only then did he realize that Sanskrit was a little unconscious.

"I didn't! I poured her a small glass of green fruit wine, just a small glass of green fruit wine!" He Ba explained in a panic, and even his head was sweating. Qingguo wine, originally like a drink, He Ba said aggrieved in his heart.

"You ...... You guys...... Talking slowly, I think I should go sleep for a while. Sanskrit said indistinctly, the words fell, and disappeared in an instant, only to see the side door of the terrace being opened a crack, but there was no one in sight.

Beiming didn't pay attention to He Ba anymore, and before He Ba returned to his senses, his surroundings were empty, as if no one had come, He Ba turned around in place several times, leaving only himself, muttering in his mouth:

"Oh my God!"

Fanyin was drowsy with alcohol, and barely came to the fifteenth floor, but he couldn't raise his eyes, and stood in front of the door for half a moment, without reaching out to open the door, as if he had fallen asleep, and exhaled softly.

"Hmm...... Wrong ......" Fanyin muttered quietly, tilted her head, and instantly moved to the door of the next room, reached out and rummaged in her pocket for the key, and finally opened the door crookedly.

Fanyin pushed the door open, the backhand was closed, the door was slammed slammed, she stood in the house, dizzy, but she could still feel someone behind her, she turned around suddenly, opened the door, and said loudly to the door

"I've drunk too much! I'm sleeping! Don't worry!

Fanyin didn't know who she was talking to, she only saw that the "door" was outside, and she reached out and tugged at it, closing the "door". The available force was too great, and he fell straight to the ground.

"Uh!" heard a panicked voice, followed by Sanskrit, and was locked in the door.

Just now, Beiming was standing outside the Sanskrit Yin Gate, feeling funny, and the Sanskrit Yin, who had always given him the feeling of doing his own thing, was so confused that he was so drunk that he almost couldn't find a room. Just because of a glass of green fruit wine, he stood stupidly at his door for most of the day.

Beiming heard that there was no movement in the door of Fanyin, and was just about to turn around and leave, when the door was opened from the inside, and he saw Fanyin's little face flushed, his eyes looked straight at him, and he said loudly,

"I've drunk too much! I'm sleeping! Don't follow me! I'm closed, good night!"

Immediately afterwards, Fanyin stretched out his hands, grabbed the front placket of Beiming, and dragged him fiercely, Fanyin shot extremely fast, Beiming had no defense, and his heart was stunned! Seeing that Sanskrit was about to hit the ground with the back of his head, he also fell down with him.

Beiming took advantage of the situation to block the back of Fanyin's head with his left hand, and his right hand was able to pass through Fanyin's side to support the ground. Fanyin turned her face sideways in Beiming's palm, her cheeks felt the temperature from her palm, and she said comfortably: "The carpet is quite soft. The words fell, and he slept peacefully.

Beiming stared at Fanyin's wine-red little face in a daze, and couldn't help but shake his nerves, his little face also burned, and his heartbeat beat two beats faster. Then he quickly shook his head, turned around and jumped up, his right hand stopped Fanyin's shoulder, and his left hand hooked her legs, the movement was gentle and neat, Fanyin didn't notice that he had been held in Beiming's arms, and he was still asleep.

Beiming carefully put her on the bed, took off her shoes and socks for her, covered her with a quilt, and saw that she was motionless and sleeping peacefully, before turning around and leaving. After closing the door, the corners of Beiming's mouth rose unconsciously.

"What are you doing, boy?" Suddenly, a deep voice came from Beiming's side. Frightened Beiming, he was not smiling. I saw Beitang Muren standing behind him. He had just wandered away from his mind, and he didn't even notice anyone outside the door.

"What's wrong with Xiaoyin? I've drunk too much, are you okay? Isn't it uncomfortable? I have to go in and take a look!" As he spoke, Beitang Muren was about to walk to Fanyin's room, looking like he was distressed about his baby daughter. It turned out that Fanyin's actions at the dinner just now did not miss Beitang Muren's eyes. Beitang Muren had been watching the child's condition, for fear that she would not be comfortable seeing so many people for the first time.

"What are you doing in there!" Bei Ming suddenly stretched out his hand.

Mu Ren paused and said, "I'll go and see how Xiaoyin is, what should I do if I'm not feeling well." ”

"She's fine, I'll put her on the bed. Beiming's hand was still in the way, and he didn't let go.

Mu Ren lowered his head and looked at Beiming, who was half a body shorter than him, and suddenly wondered. This son of his, who has always been quiet and lukewarm, hated to look older than all the captains under him. Cheng Ri was crawling with the soldiers, completely looking like a little adult. Something isn't quite right today.

"You kid have been drinking?" Mu Ren said suddenly.

"No!" Bei Ming was obviously a little flustered when he spoke.

Mu Ren thought to himself: This kid usually likes to keep a straight face, and when he drinks, he won't be him. Beiming followed him and his grandfather to practice spiritual law at a young age, and even took over the important position of the head of a branch at the age of twelve. It's also embarrassing for him, but Beitang Guanshan told his father and son back then that he must practice the spiritual method hard in Beiming, and the disappearance of Taishu Xuan is unknown, which finally makes Beitang Guanshan suspect that it is related to spirits. He also told Mu Ren to let Beiming intervene in the affairs of the Ministry of Military Affairs as soon as possible when he was proficient in spiritual law.

"Oh! Yes, it's inconvenient for me to go in! Xiaoyin belongs to a girl's family! I think I'm your boy!" Mu Ren said as he grabbed his son's head with his big hand, and looked at his father with a grin.

"I'm going to call your mom to come and have a look!" Mu Ren said suddenly.

"I said no, she was already asleep in bed. ”

"You put it?"

"Hmm. ”

"When have you been so careful?" Mu Ren looked his son up and down with strange eyes. Beiming looked at his father silently, and his eyes became inexplicably stubborn.

"I'm glad you care about Xiaoyin. Beitang Muren said, his expression suddenly dimmed, and anger surged out of his eyes, "I will never give up with the spirit of your fifth uncle!

Beiming clenched his father's fist with his hand, and his eyes were also fierce and resolute: "Definitely!"

Mu Ren looked at his son, and he didn't know when he had become no longer like a child, but with a firm force, the sadness in his eyes was a little less: "My fifth brother left such a precious daughter as Fanyin, we must protect her thoroughly, and there must be no more mistakes." ”

The fifth brother in the mouth of Beitang Muren is the fifth Xiaoyao, and the five characters in the fifth of his surname are taken to show his affection, "I think that child doesn't like to talk much, he is very sensible, and his personality must be strong." But I can still talk to you a little bit, and you usually have to care more about Xiaoyin, you know?"

"Yes. Bei Ming replied, but then asked again, "How can you tell that she can talk to me, we haven't spoken a few times in total." "Beiming doesn't quite understand.

"Xiaoyin's character, if you don't trust you, you can't bring her back. "Mu Ren is talking about the time when Bei Ming brought Sanskrit back from the tourist village. Bei Meditation thought about his father's words, and it was probably clear.

"And yourself, it's only been half a year since you came to the ministry, don't be too nervous. It's more than enough to train soldiers with your spiritual method, don't rush headlong into the department, day and night. I don't dare to relax all day long, and I keep a straight face. Mu Ren said, a smile on his face.

Hearing his father say this, Beiming was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to deal with it. Then there was an "um" sound.