Situ didn't look at Jiangbei, just stared at Lan Keman's excited and crimson face in the distance, and poured the glass of wine into it with a tilt of his head.

The instant hot Situ's face was flushed, Jiang Bei hurriedly leaned over and clenched his right hand into an empty fist, slapped Situ lightly a few times, and then turned his fist into a warm palm, and gently stroked his back for Situ.

Situ didn't speak, handed over the empty wine glass, and stretched it out in front of Jiang Bei, Jiang Bei couldn't and didn't speak, but slowly poured the wine glass in Situ's palm again.

Then, Situ drank it all again, this time not choking, but his face was even more gray and gloomy.

The third time, Situ handed the glass over again, but there was still no word.

Jiang Bei looked at Situ's disheartened face in front of him in a daze, and said in his heart:

"Maybe you'll be better off when you're drunk!"

So he filled the wine glass in the palm of his hand again, and watched Situ pour it into it again.

When Situ handed over the wine glass again, Jiang Bei couldn't bear it anymore, he stretched out a palm and grabbed the hot finger that was holding the wine glass.

"Stop drinking, you have a fever, you know what?!"

As he spoke, Jiang Bei forcibly took down the wine glass that Situ was holding tightly in his palm, and stroked Situ's forehead with his back, which was hot and hot, as if it was about to burn Jiangbei's palm, and in an instant, Jiangbei felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Are you crazy? You have a fever like this, and you are still here to help Lan Keman celebrate her birthday, do you not even want your life for her birthday?! ”

Jiang Bei roared in a low voice, wanting to take Situ into the crook of his arm and help him go back to his house to rest.

Situ didn't know if it was because of the fever and physical discomfort, or because he was cold-hearted, but his body trembled violently, he pushed Jiangbei and muttered a few words in his mouth:

"You don't care about me, you don't have to worry if I die!"

When Jiangbei heard this, he blurted out:

"Do you really want to die for that woman? What about me, your so-called confidant in life? What am I? I can't stand to just watch you like a madman, abusing yourself and abusing yourself! Didn't you see that Lan Keman already had a beloved? If I'm not mistaken, it's the one who gave her a kite to celebrate her birthday, right? ”

Situ was instantly furious when he heard this, and grabbed Jiangbei's collar, his eyes burned, as if there was a fire:

"You shut up for me, Sister Keman, what she likes is me, she said it herself, she likes Brother Situ the most, he's just a bastard, relying on the power of the prince, flying a few kites, what nonsense are you talking about!"

After saying this, Situ was still angry and angry, and then roared:

"You! Jiangbei! We're just general friends, you and I are nothing, do you need to talk nonsense here, hard-pretending heroes?! ”

Hearing this, Jiangbei stopped talking, and felt that there was nothing to say, just looked at Situ in front of him painfully, and he was already crazy because of fever and drunkenness, opened his mouth, and finally closed his lips, but the corners of his mouth lightly overflowed with a sigh, mixed into the surrounding noise, and was no longer found.

Situ saw Jiangbei's eyes full of pain, and he couldn't bear it, but he didn't say a word in the end, just picked up the wine glass at hand, and poured a few more in a row, all of which were poured into his throat without frowning, and directly soaked into his heart and lungs, and a layer of frost and mist floated in Situ's eyes, so that later, he couldn't even see the smiling face of Lan Keman across the table, and then, his body went soft and fell down......

Although Jiangbei beside him was bitter, his eyes were still uncontrollable and patrolled the direction of Situ, and when he saw that Situ couldn't bear the drunkenness and fell softly, he caught Situ's drunken body, stretched out his tight and slender arms, took him into his arms, and fiercely held Situ's waist, took him away from the Lan family's compound, and carried him into the Sijia carriage.

"Young Master Situ has been working hard for days, and now he has contracted the cold, has a high fever, and is drunk, so I went back to the courtyard of the young master of Sifu first, and I also hope for Uncle Lan Haihan!"

The little guy hurriedly agreed, and wanted to go in and go back, but was stopped by Jiangbei, and after a long time, he heard Jiangbei say:

"You restore the Lan family's young lady Lan Keman, and say that Young Master Situ is tired because of her birthday, and now she has a fever, so she is free, so she came to Sifu to visit Young Master Situ, and ...... earnestly."

After another moment, Fang sighed deeply:

"Go ahead! That's it! ”

The little guy stood still, bowed with both arms, and replied:

"Yes."

Jiangbei didn't wait for the little guy to turn around, he had already ordered the coachman to drive home, and specially instructed:

"Master Situ drank too much, don't rush the car too fast, try your best to go around the ditch and bumpy road, don't be too bumpy, but it's clear?"

The coachman is used to being clever, so he nodded his head in agreement, so Jiangbei pillowed Situ's head on his knees, rubbed the forehead of his temples for him with a warm palm, and gently followed Situ's ink to dye his hair, so that he could be as comfortable as possible.

Jiang Bei looked at Situ in his arms, his face was haggard, the corners of his eyes seemed to be soaked in a thin layer of mist, and his cheeks were hot because of fever and drunkenness, and even the roots of his ears were hot and couldn't be touched.

Jiang Bei pressed his cold hands against Situ's neck, moving them up inch by inch behind his ears, thinking in his heart that this might be able to lower Situ's body temperature a little, but somehow, unconsciously, Jiangbei's palms were also hot, and he hurriedly stopped this way of cooling down, but he still looked at Situ who was half-lying with heartache in his eyes, and sorted out Situ's forehead hair in his hand, massaging Situ's hot and beating temples.

Finally, the car drove steadily to the gate of Sifu, but Jiangbei asked the little guy:

"Is there an unobtrusive door in Sifu, which can go directly to Young Master Situ's courtyard?"

The little guy lowered his head and pondered for a while and said:

"Young Master Jiangbei, the back wall of our young master's courtyard is the courtyard wall of Sifu's courtyard, where there used to be a small door, when I was still young, young master Situ always liked to sneak out from where, and deliberately let the old Hu in the yard make it new, and then the young master Situ was older, so he closed the small door, but we all know that in fact, reach in from under the crack in the door, pull a string, you can open the bolt of the rope, and we can go in."

Jiangbei is busy:

"Okay, okay, let's go through this little door."

The coachman hesitated and said:

"That small door is a bit short, Young Master Jiangbei, I'm afraid you need to bow your head and bend down to get in."