How old is she, and is it okay for her to drink soju when she goes out with her roommates?

How do you treat her as a child?

Fu Nanli's forehead jumped, and he bowed his head: "Call Fu Cheng, or Brother Cheng, don't call Brother Cheng." ”

The word brother always seems affectionate.

Her affection can only be used on him alone.

Wen Qiao tilted his head and looked puzzled: "Huh? Why? ”

Is there any difference?

Fu Nanli pressed her white wrist: "Obedient is." ”

Fu Cheng raised his eyebrows: "The young master doesn't say anything to let you drink, I don't dare to pour you wine without permission." ”

Wen Qiao looked at Fu Nanli: "I'll just have a drink, okay?" ”

Fu Nanli raised his hand: "Fu Cheng, bring a bottle of fruit wine, peach sparkling wine, is there any?" ”

He Jun teased: "You treat her as a child again, and fall in love with her again, Nanli, you contradict yourself." ”

Fu Nanli looked at Wen Qiao's longing eyes and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fu Cheng, just pour her a glass." ”

Wen Qiao never thought that she could burn the knife and drink most of the bottle, but she poured a glass of red wine.

Wen Qiao took a drink, and after almost a while, he felt that his face was hot, his mind was muddy, his consciousness was a little confused, and his body was soft.

Fu Nanli took the rickety man into his arms.

Fu Cheng spread his hands: "Brother, don't blame me, you let me pour the wine." ”

Fu Nanli came over with a slap in the eye, and Fu Cheng felt wronged to death.

He Yan couldn't hold back his smile: "Is it true that someone can get drunk like this after drinking a glass of red wine?" ”

So this girl used this method to bewitch Fu Nanli?

Wen Qiao's face was red, his eyes were confused, he grabbed Fu Nanli's hand, and his words were a little uneasy: "I can drink, don't treat me as a child, his ...... Actually, when Lu Youyou and I go out, the liquor can ...... I can drink more than half a bottle. ”

Fu Nanli picked up the person horizontally and walked out.

"Someone bring some decanting soup into my room."

"Okay brother." Fu Cheng responded.

I saw Fu Nanli holding the person in his arms and hurriedly leaving the private room.

He Yan couldn't hold back any longer, lost the chopsticks in her hand, her heart fluctuated, she took out a box of women's cigarettes, lit them, and her tone was not very good: "It's inconvenient for Xiao Wen to be here, and you have to go out to smoke cigarettes." ”

He Jun sighed lightly, after all, the person opposite was the brother of the Fu family, and she was really angry when she said behind her back that Fu Nanli's girlfriend was not so unscrupulous.

"He Yan, pay attention to your attitude."

He Yan became more and more annoyed, her fingertips trembled and she rudely extinguished the cigarette in the bone dish, picked up the handbag on the side, and hurried out of the private room.

Fu Nanli's room was on the sixth floor, he hurried back to the room with someone in his arms, stepped on the soft carpet, walked through the huge living room, returned to the room, and just put the person gently on the bed, Wen Qiao struggled to sit up.

His eyes were red and he looked at him.

The lights in the room hadn't had time to turn on, only the dim light outside the window shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"What's wrong?" He was half-kneeling beside the bed, a posture that looked reverent, and his voice was extremely gentle.

Drunk may become emotional, no matter how difficult life is, Wen Qiao has never complained to anyone, and he has complained full of grievances.

But when facing him, it becomes soft.

"Dad doesn't want us anymore, my brother is sick, Mom is too kind, the whole family, I'm supporting it, will I be tired? Actually, I'm going to get tired too. ”

He didn't seem to have the experience of comforting people, he just reached out and touched her face over and over again, and said in a deep voice: "I'm here, I'm here." ”

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