Chapter 467: Drink to Kill Sorrow and Sorrow

"Your lady." Mo Zishu repeated these three words, her eyes were a little dull, and her expression was a little frozen.

Fu Qingyuan thought that he had scared Mo Zishu, and hurriedly apologized: "It doesn't matter if it's not like it, it's because I'm too anxious, I'm sorry Shushu, I scared you." “

Fu Qingyuan's anxious voice was full of worry and fear, which made Mo Zishu's heart move.

"I, I really want to be, your Mrs. Fu." Mo Zishu suddenly held Fu Qingyuan's hands, his expression and eyes became extremely serious at that moment, and said to Fu Qingyuan.

When Fu Qingyuan heard this answer, the impact was even greater than when he heard Mo Zishu say the word 'counting' before, and the whole person stood stunned and didn't know how to react, 'I really want to be your Mrs. Fu' This paragraph is like a magic sound lingering in his mind for a long time.

Mo Zishu noticed that Fu Qingyuan's hands he was holding began to tremble slightly, and he was a little overwhelmed.

As soon as Mo Zishu wanted to open her mouth to ask if Fu Qingyuan was okay, she felt the crisp breath blowing towards her with the wind.

Fu Qingyuan leaned over and hugged Mo Zishu's waist, his warm palm was tightly attached to the girl's waist, and Fei's thin pale red lips were attached to the girl's cold forehead.

The collision of warmth and coldness seems to have produced the same firelight in an instant, and different feelings collide together, all pouring out their feelings.

And here, Shen Nancheng drove Murong Ling to a private tavern under his name.

"Boss Shen, Young Master Murong." When the waiter at the tavern saw Shen Nancheng and Murong Ling, he instantly greeted them politely and respectfully.

Shen Nancheng and Murong Ling nodded, and the two of them walked upstairs, and the waiter also began to prepare wine for the two.

"What are you doing with me drinking?" Murong Ling was baffled by Shen Nancheng's attitude, and he didn't explain a word to him.

"Relax, I've been so tired lately, our Doctor Murong." Shen Nancheng sat down in his position by pressing Murong Ling's shoulder, not allowing him to refuse.

"Well, it's not been very busy and tired lately." Murong Ling said inexplicably.

"If I think you're tired, you'll be tired." Shen Nancheng said undoubtedly.

It didn't take long for the waiter to bring the wine.

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"Beer in the tavern, you really want to think of it." Murong Ling was dumbfounded when he saw the waiter bring two pieces of beer, and immediately began to complain about Shen Nancheng.

"It's better to soothe your mood or beer, or what's the matter with bottle blowing?" An inexplicable light flashed in Shen Nancheng's eyes, and he directly took out six bottles of wine from the wine box and placed them in front of them.

"You're in a bad mood?" Murong Ling was confused, why didn't he see that Shen Nancheng was in a bad mood at all.

"Anyway, there are always people who are in a bad mood, so let's toast those who are in a bad mood and expel the bad mood." Shen Nancheng smiled indifferently, leaned on Murong Ling's shoulder, and stuffed a bottle of beer into Murong Ling's arms.

Somewhere in Murong Ling's heart seemed to be touched by Shen Nancheng's words, he directly picked up the wine bottle in his arms and touched it with Shen Nancheng, and said, "Okay, just toast to those who are in a bad mood, and toast to yourself." ”

The last sentence was hidden in Murong Ling's heart and not spoken.

There was a muffled grunt from the collision, and the wine inside was still full.

But soon, Shen Nancheng and Murong Ling got a bottle of wine.

"Come, drink." Murong Ling threw two bottles of wine to Shen Nancheng, and he drank them before he could touch the bottles with Shen Nancheng.

"You slow down, and no one will rob you." Shen Nancheng's face sank, and he looked helplessly at Murong Ling, who was like a child.

I don't know how long the two of them drank and sat drunkly in their seats, looking at each other with hazy eyes.

"Keep drinking." Murong Ling didn't understand why those people were able to numb themselves through the end, but his mind was becoming more and more sober, Mo Zishu's face was clearly visible from blur to now, and every minute and every second reminded him that he had been deeply poisoned at this moment.

"Alright, stop drinking." Shen Nancheng stopped Murong Ling's continued bottling.

"I want to drink, don't stop me." Murong Ling waved away Shen Nancheng's blocking hand, and then poured wine.

"Murong Ling, I know you like Mo Zishu, you will only make yourself more and more sober like this." Shen Nancheng grabbed Murong Ling's shoulder and roared loudly.

Murong Ling was stunned.

"What did you say?" Murong Ling asked Shen Nancheng rhetorically, his eyes turning from slightly blank to sober.

"You don't have to hide it in front of me, don't you even understand why I pulled you to drink?" Shen Nancheng's tone calmed down a little and said to Murong Ling.

Murong Ling was silent, the wine bottle in his hand was scattered to the ground by the released hand, and rolled several meters away.

"Give up, Murong Ling." Shen Nancheng sighed and said softly, and put his hand on Murong Ling's shoulder.

"I just don't understand why I like her." Murong Ling shook his head and said to Shen Nancheng, he understood the meaning of Shen Nancheng's words, but he never thought of pursuing Mo Zishu or competing with Fu Ye, he just didn't know why his feelings came so suddenly, why he had an epiphany all of a sudden.

"I'm not a saint, I don't know, I can only ask you in your heart, Mo Zishu is my savior for me, followed by my friend." Shen Nancheng couldn't answer such a profound question from Murong Ling, he also found out his strangeness from the questions asked by Murong Ling tonight, before that, he didn't see that Murong Ling liked Mo Zishu at all, either Murong Ling hid it too well, or Murong Ling himself really just discovered his mind.

"Thinking that I had so many disputes with her before, and even misunderstood her, such a fierce conflict can become friends and accept each other is already a good result, but I didn't expect that I would actually like her, seeing her snuggling up with Fu Ye, a strong uncomfortable feeling burst out in my heart, which has never been seen in Guanyu before." Murong Ling gradually calmed down and slowly talked to Shen Nancheng.

"That's because Fu Ye has never looked at Guan Yu with his eyes, and Guan Yu is not really with Fu Ye, you won't have such a strong feeling because you think that one day Guan Yu will understand that she can't get the result she wants, and then give up Fu Ye, turn around and see you around you, you still have hope for yourself, and Fu Ye and Sister Mo are completely different." Shen Nancheng explained to Murong Ling, although he didn't understand that Murong Ling's feelings for Mo Zishu came so suddenly, but as a bystander, there were some things that they could see most clearly and truly.

Shen Nancheng's words hit Murong Ling's mind like a blow on the head, and he couldn't return to his senses for a long time.

"Master Fu and Sister Mo have known each other for a long time now, and Master Fu and they have also known Sister Mo a long time ago, which can be regarded as a kind of fate in the underworld, and they have also experienced a lot of things between them, whether they live or die, they are together." Shen Nancheng continued.

Shen Nancheng's words made Murong Ling sound again, the night he misunderstood Mo Zishu a few months ago, and his grandfather told him what happened two years ago, which still shocked him.

But what Shen Nancheng said still made him feel uncomfortable in his heart after all, because he and Mo Zishu also had some fate.

"Okay, don't worry so much, what a good young master, why do you have to hang yourself under a big tree, there are more good girls, you will definitely not be able to control Sister Mo's style." Shen Nancheng said while shaking his head.

When Murong Ling heard this and wanted to refute it, he instantly remembered that he really couldn't control it, he couldn't fight anymore, his medical skills were better than him, and this background was also very strong, okay, Mo Zishu won completely.

"Accept it, it's hard to say whether this Fu Ye can control Sister Mo, looking at the current appearance of this Fu Ye bird, it is estimated that Sister Mo is in charge of Fu Ye." Shen Nancheng understood that Murong Ling understood when he saw that Murong Ling was about to speak and stopped, and then teased Fu Ye.

"No, it's impossible for me to see Fu Ye." Murong Ling had a look of disbelief in Shen Nancheng's words.

"What I said can still be false, which bet was not you who lost to me, this is not tonight you lost again." Shen Nancheng said with a smile, looking at Murong Ling's eyes as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.

“… Then you can't help but say it. Murong Ling gave Shen Nancheng a roll of his eyes, originally he had forgotten the pain of not being able to eat meat for a week, but now he was lifted up by Shen Nancheng again, and he didn't want him to feel better.

"Okay, okay, it's my mistake, okay, it's so late, we should go back, go." Shen Nancheng noticed that the time was about to pass twelve o'clock, and immediately remembered that the family had set up a curfew for him during this time, if he didn't go home before twelve o'clock, he would sleep outside the door for a night.

Then Shen Nancheng lifted Murong Ling up from the sofa, and then walked outside.

Murong Ling still wanted to protest, but Shen Nancheng's strength was much greater than him, and he had no way to resist at all, so he could only obediently obey.

But then Shen Nancheng still went home after a while, because the two of them were drunk and couldn't drive, so they called a substitute driver to come over, and they didn't see anyone for a long time, Murong Ling's guy drank too much and ran around, making him chase all over the street, and then vomited on the side of the road for a long time before he fell asleep, and the substitute driver came, and he didn't worry about Murong Ling going home alone, so he sent Murong Ling back first, and then thought about squatting at the gate of his house, whether he wanted to put a few quilts at the gate in case of emergency.