Chapter 491: My Life, My Life

After about ten minutes, a pot of high-altitude cherry blossom rice wine was completely solved by Fu Qingyuan and Mo Jun.

Mo Jun's amount of alcohol, as his younger sister, Mo Zishu naturally knows it well, but Fu Qingyuan is a little worried.

Under the bright light, Fu Qingyuan's cold white face was already dyed with a faint flush, but his deep eyes were still clear, only a little dull.

"Waiter, a few more bottles." Mo Jun waved his hand and beckoned the waiter.

Mo Zishu didn't stop him, Fu Qingyuan also had no opinion, and he didn't dare to have an opinion.

Knowing clearly what the amount of alcohol the president of his own house is, he watched the waiter come over with a tray with several bottles of high cherry blossom rice wine on it, and subconsciously looked at his own president, which seemed to be a bit difficult.

Fu Qingyuan felt the look in his eyes that looked at him, but he still had a calm look, in fact, his mind was already a little chaotic at this time, but his willpower was still insisting.

"Keep drinking, it's too troublesome to drink like this, take it." Mo Jun took a bottle of high-grade cherry blossom rice wine and handed it to Fu Qingyuan, he didn't seem to notice the slightest abnormality in Fu Qingyuan's performance, and he still had a normal face and spoke freely.

Fu Qingyuan, who felt Mo Jun's horror, obviously rolled his Adam's apple up and down, and just wanted to raise his hand to take it, he saw a slender wrist stretched out in front of him to take the bottle of wine and put it in front of him.

Fu Qingyuan was slightly stunned, and after reacting, he nodded at Mo Zishu, and his slender and bony hand grasped the bottle.

He thought that Miss Mo was going to drink for his president, but he was too naïve, after all, Miss Mo's own brother was in front of him, and this was the future brother-in-law and Mr. Fu's drink.

There was a crisp crashing sound, and the white and pink bottle gently rippled in waves.

The atmosphere at the table was very quiet, and the sound of Fu Qingyuan and Mo Jun swallowing wine could be clearly heard.

And Mo Zishu and the two of them were watching from the side like a spectator.

Mo Zishu was a little better, she didn't worry so much about the two of them, and she ate something from time to time, but she couldn't do it, and she kept holding the chopsticks nervously, for fear that her president would accidentally fall on the dinner table.

However, Fu Qingyuan tonight can be regarded as fighting, he is within the expectation of his traffic peak, and he has not fallen, which can be regarded as a strong support.

At this time, Fu Qingyuan's cheeks were red, as if dyed with rouge danko, adding a bit of gloss and depth to this clear and handsome face, and the eyes that were usually unfathomable at this time seemed to be immersed in the clear spring water, clear and a little hazy, and the thin lip flap was more ruddy.

Mo Zishu looked at Fu Qingyuan with the afterglow of her eyes for a long time, but Fu Qingyuan didn't have any reaction, it seemed that the reaction was dull, but what made her feel warm was that Fu Qingyuan's big palm held her hand tightly from beginning to end, and never let go, the warmth of his palm turned into a stream of heat that spread to her cold palm, and gradually warmed up.

Mo Jun, who didn't have any change in his stomach after a few bottles of high-altitude cherry blossom rice wine, saw the change in Fu Qingyuan's expression in his eyes, and at the same time he also saw through Fu Qingyuan's strong support, but he pretended not to see these and automatically ignored them.

Just when Fu Qingyuan was about to lose his ability and his entire upper body had begun to tilt towards the dining table, Mo Jun spoke.

"Shushu, no matter what her identity is, she is my beloved sister, if you are not with my sister for the purpose of marriage, then please Mr. Fu raise your noble hand and let my sister go, the gap between you must be very clear to Mr. Fu, my sister is worthy of the best man in the world, worthy of being carefully cared for, regarded as a treasure, if Mr. Fu can't do it..."The seriousness in Mo Jun's eyes gradually revealed, and the palm on the table gradually clenched into a fist, he didn't finish speaking, A shadow was cast before my eyes.

Fu Qingyuan stood up from his position, which caught everyone off guard, and Qiyu, who had already stood up and sat down, got up again, and was afraid that his president would fall to the ground.

"No, I will be good to Shushu, she is my life, my life, I will not let go." Even though Fu Qingyuan was already intoxicated by alcohol at this time, and the whole person couldn't stand straight in place at all, but those words were expressed from his mouth very clearly, and his eyes gradually became clear at that moment, and the deep love poured out like hot spring water.

When the words fell, Fu Qingyuan's firm eyes met Mo Jun's scrutinizing eyes.

A few minutes later, Fu Qingyuan and Mo Jun automatically looked away.

"Okay, I'm relieved to have your words, I believe in Mr. Fu's character, and I won't let me down." Mo Jun picked up another bottle of wine and handed it to Fu Qingyuan, a smile already appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The smile that Fu Qingyuan had just emerged stiffened at the corner of his lips, and then his limbs seemed to be frozen, and he slowly and rigidly raised his hand to take the wine bottle handed over by Mo Jun.

Mo Jun still ignored Fu Qingyuan, who was already drunk, and first took a big sip of rice wine, and then signaled Fu Qingyuan.

"Boom." Fu Qingyuan endured his dizziness, took a sip, and then couldn't stand his body anymore, slapped his palm on the dining table, supported his body with one hand and could still stand, making a loud noise.

"Mr. Fu." He couldn't hold back and shouted out, and at the same time stood up to support the body of his president.

"No, you don't." Fu Qingyuan's deep voice rejected it.

His over-the-top action also stopped, and finally reluctantly returned to his seat, it seems that in the future, Mr. Fu will be with Miss Mo's brother, and Mr. Fu will be offended.

At half past twelve in the morning, Fu Qingyuan was drunk and leaning on the chair, but at this time, looking at Mo Zishu's gaze was becoming more and more bold and naked, but his behavior was still in order, he didn't cross half of the thunder pool, he just obediently held Mo Zishu's hand and never let go.

Mo Jun's brain became more and more sober the more he drank, and under the influence of alcohol, the words that Shushu told him last night made him unable to let go, so the more he thought about it, the more sober he became, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became.

"Miss Mo, I see that Miss Mo and Mr. Fu have both drunk about the same, or go back first." Qi Yu said to Mo Zishu.

"Okay." Mo Zishu sighed in her heart, she could only go back first, and then stay, according to her brother's appearance, it is estimated that she will continue to drink if she stays longer, Fu Qingyuan is no longer good.

Qi Yu walked to Fu Qingyuan's side and wanted to reach out to help his own president up, but was waved away by his own president.

He looked at Miss Mo with great embarrassment.

"Let Shushu help him." Seeing this situation, Mo Jun opened his mouth and said, he had long known that Fu Qingyuan had been holding hands when he was sitting with his sister to eat, and at this time, even if he dragged it hard, it was impossible for Fu Qingyuan to let go of Shushu.

"Then I'll help you, Mr. Mo." Qi Yu nodded, and then walked to Mo Jun's side.

"No, I'm not drunk." Mo Jun refused to pass, got up neatly, and walked outside.

Seeing Mo Jun's still upright back, steady pace, and the strong smell of wine all over his body, he really couldn't tell that he was a person who had drunk so much wine.

Qi Yu followed Mo Jun out first, and it was not good to stay behind and disturb his president and Miss Mo.

Mo Zishu first straightened the man's placket, followed the broken hair on his forehead, and then gently broke away from the man's clenched palm, and then wrapped his hand around Fu Qingyuan's waist, and after bearing the man's weight on her body, he slowly got up.

Fu Qingyuan also obediently snuggled his head between the girl's neck, sniffing the fragrance on the girl's body, and felt extremely relieved.

"Shushu, just now, do you believe what I said just now?" Fu Qingyuan's tone was like a child muttering coquettishly, which made Mo Zishu's heartbeat skip a beat.

And, without waiting for Mo Zishu to answer, Fu Qingyuan asked and answered himself: "You have to believe, you must believe me, what I said is true, Shushu, I really, really love you." ”

The gentle coquettish voice made Mo Zishu's heart beat heavily in her chest again and again, fiery and full of enthusiasm.

The words "love you" smashed into Mo Zishu's mind like a thunderbolt, making her unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

The crisp and fresh smell mixed with the smell of cherry blossoms does not seem inconsistent, but rather has an urge to kiss.

Mo Zishu thought so, did the same, and gently pasted Fu Qingyuan's ruddy lips, and then left.

Fu Qingyuan, whose consciousness was gradually blurred, only felt a slight coolness on his lips, and then his consciousness gradually went blank.

Mo Zishu helped Fu Qingyuan to the car, and the rest was handed over to him.

And her brother's car was only driven by her.

When Mo Zishu got into the car, Mo Jun was already sitting in the co-pilot, closing his eyes and resting.

"Brother, we're going home." Mo Zishu said while starting the car.

"Hmm." Mo Jun responded lightly, still with his eyes closed.

Then, the sound of Bentley's characteristic engine starting, and the white car disappeared in front of the Japanese restaurant.

He also carried his own president back.

When he drove to the Fu family's old house, Fu Qingyuan, who was sitting in the back seat, was already a little sober.

"Where is this?" The hoarse voice came from Fu Qingyuan's somewhat dry throat, and he looked out the window with half-squinted eyes, and the buildings outside seemed to be somewhat familiar.

"Mr. Fu, you're home." Qi Yu said, then unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car, and came to the side of his president's car.

The car door opened, Fu Qingyuan stepped out with one long leg, and when he wanted to get up, he felt a wave of dizziness, and his previous memory gradually became clear.

"Mr. Fu, I'll help you." He hurriedly stretched out his hand to support his president.

But he was pushed away by his own president again.