Khan, is this what Qiaozi's brother said?

Han Yi was a little stunned, and asked him in a deep voice: "Third brother, I only ask you, can you completely let go of Xiaoyou and start a new relationship?" ”

Well, Mu Lingkai took a sip of wine from his wine glass, and replied to him rather speechlessly: "You two are fundamentally different from me and Xiaoyou. Xiaoyou, I didn't toss me willfully like you did. ”

"But I also saw it, how long Xiao You left, how long you waited." Han Yi tugged at the corners of his lips and said calmly: "Moreover, isn't your first wedding canceled because Xiao You didn't agree?" ”

"That's all about Chen Sesame and rotten grain, you still remember it so clearly." Mu Lingkai really had nothing to say, picked up his wine glass and said, "Come, drink, I'll drink with you today." ”

Han Yi clinked glasses with him, drank all the wine in the cup, and said in a dumb voice: "Third brother, I just said that you can do it for Xiaoyou." I can do the same for my pretty posture. If I left Linghai because of my pretty, I would forget her and have another girlfriend. Then how can I say that I love her? ”

"What if Pretty doesn't come back? Or even if she comes back, she won't agree to be with you. Mu Lingkai stared at him with deep eyes, and although he knew that it was cruel, he still said bluntly: "Xiao Shi, I really feel that Qiaozi is very determined to leave this time. She should and will not accept your feelings anymore. ”

Han Yi's red eyes crossed a deep pain.

He didn't say anything more, just picked up the glass in front of him again and drank it dry.

The dry throat suddenly felt a hot tingling sensation.

Yes, why does the third brother feel this way?

Even he himself has a stronger and stronger premonition, and he can't get rid of it.

This time, he seemed to be real, and he couldn't catch the girl he loved with his life......

The two pushed the cups and changed the lamps, chatting while drinking.

Mu Lingkai remembered his wife Xia Xiaoyou's explanation, and controlled himself in an appropriate amount without drinking too much.

And Han Yi, because of excessive frustration and almost desperate pain.

Again, drunk.

When he walked out of the glow, his steps were all vain.

top-heavy, barely able to see where the road in front of you is,

None of them drove anymore, Mu Lingkai beckoned to stop a taxi, helped Han Yi into the car, and sat on it himself.

First, he asked the driver to send Han Yi home first.

When he arrived at the door of the Han family's mansion, Mu Lingkai helped Han Yi out of the car again, and explained to him in a deep voice: "Xiao Shi, you pay attention to your body, don't drink too much like this in the future." ”

"Third brother, I know." Han Yi tiredly agreed, raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

Mu Lingkai looked at him, and said in a low voice: "Little Shi, if you don't come back for a long time." You met the right girl, and I won't blame you. ”

Han Yi gritted his teeth hard and did not speak.

Just then, a servant came running and opened the fence gate.

"Rest well, I'm leaving." Mu Lingkai handed Han Yi into the hands of the servant, turned around and got into the taxi.

The maid is Uncle Chen, the old gardener of the Han family, and it can be said that he also grew up watching Han Yi.

At this time, Uncle Chen helped him to walk towards the villa, and said earnestly, "Young Master, why have you drunk so much?" A little wine is pleasant, and drunkenness hurts the body. If Madame had known, she would have to worry again. ”

"Uncle Chen, you're gone." Han Yi said in a hoarse voice: "Our wedding in four days is gone." You say, can I stop drinking? ”

Yes? Uncle Chen was stunned. Fire extinguished

However, in such a situation, he didn't dare to ask anything, so he could only say kindly: "Young master, don't think too much, go up and take a bath and sleep well." Wake up tomorrow and everything will be fine. ”

Is it? When you wake up tomorrow, will everything really be fine?

Hehe, how is that possible?

Tomorrow, there will still be no pretence.

And he still has to face the cold and ruthless reality of being alone and losing love......

Han Yi looked up at the vast night sky with stars shining above him.

Silently said in the bottom of my heart: Qiaozi, where are you? Do you know? Even the third brother, your own brother, doesn't support me to continue to wait for you endlessly. You say, do I want to love you all the time?

……

When Mu Lingkai took the car back to Tianbo Yayuan, the whole villa was quiet.

Only on the first floor, there is a small dimly lit lamp.

It's not early, everyone is already asleep.

His little lamb, of course, is no exception.

Mu Lingkai lowered his head and sniffed his shirt.

Tonight, although he controlled himself in moderation, he didn't drink too much.

But at this moment, on his body.

There is still a faint smell of wine, which can't be covered at all.

The little lamb has always disliked him to drink.

Although, she also knows.

He went out tonight, purely to accompany Xiao Shi.

To be on the safe side, though.

He'd better go up again after taking a shower.

Mu Lingkai thought to himself, and honestly walked to the bathroom on the first floor to take a shower, and rinsed off all the smell of alcohol.

Then I brushed my teeth seriously, and then I went upstairs refreshed.

I entered the bedroom on the third floor, afraid of making noise to the little lamb who had already slept.

Mu Lingkai didn't even turn on the light, just walked to the side of the bed lightly, lifted the quilt and lay down.

When he habitually stretched out his arm and was about to hold the little lamb beside him, he heard the little lamb let out a low reproach: "Oh, you slow down, don't hold back your thoughts." ”

Uh, miss that mischievous little guy? Did you run to their bed again?

Mu Lingkai was speechless for a while, raised his hand and pressed the bedside lamp with a "snap".

Sure enough, I saw a chubby and mellow little girl, lying in the center of their comfortable big bed, sleeping soundly.

"Xiaoyou, why did you let her sleep here again?" Mu Lingkai unabashedly twisted Yingting's sword eyebrows, and his tone carried his legitimate dissatisfaction as a husband.