Lu Zhenming took a shrimp dumpling from the pot and put it in Su Wansheng's bowl, and said coldly: "Who is with you is your own person." ”

Sheng Sheng is mine, she and you are not my own people!

Jiang Fengxing thought that he was disgusting himself, and felt a little heartbroken: "Sheng Sheng and you are your own people, this is always okay, right?" ”

Lu Zhenming snorted, and silently scolded in his heart: She and I were originally our own people, or people who slept under a bed.

Song Zhiyue sandwiched a ball, and the first bite was burned to his tongue by the soup inside.

She grabbed the glass she had in her hand and took a big sip of it as water.

One bite doesn't work, another bite comes.

Feng Chen frowned imperceptibly and looked at the butler standing aside, waiting to be dispatched at any time.

"Bring one of us a glass of water."

Jiang Fengxing looked at him: "Isn't there wine?" What kind of water to drink? ”

Feng Chen picked up the chopsticks at hand and reached into the mushroom soup pot: "I drove the car today, so it's inconvenient to drink." ”

Jiang Fengxing debunked him in minutes: "Didn't you drive even after you drank before?" ”

Feng Chen's face did not change: "I don't want to drink today." ”

There's a lot of nonsense, what do you want a glass of water!

"Even if you don't drink alcohol, you can drink juice, what's the point of eating hot pot and drinking water."

Feng Chen's eyebrows jumped, there was a hint of forbearance on his face, and he lightly threw out two words: "Whatever." ”

Jiang Fengxing looked at the housekeeper: "Squeeze him a glass of juice." ”

Hearing that Jiang Xian asked the housekeeper to squeeze only one cup for himself, Feng Chen twisted his eyebrows slightly and stopped the housekeeper who was about to leave.

"Wait a minute."

The butler stopped in his steps, turned to look at him suspiciously.

Feng Chen looked at everyone: "Which of you still wants juice?" ”

Lu Zhenming and the others did not say anything.

Feng Chen looked at Su Wansheng's body: "Shengsheng, didn't Zhenming let you drink, do you want a glass of juice?" ”

Su Wansheng hesitated, Jiang Fengxing was holding a treasured good wine, and he might not be able to buy it outside.

She looked sideways at Lu Zhenming beside her, and said softly, "Can I drink a little?" Won't get drunk. ”

Lu Zhenming met her clear and distinct eyes, with a light smile in his eyes: "As long as I am here in the future, you can drink a little." ”

A sweet smile bloomed at the corner of Su Wansheng's mouth, and he looked at Feng Chen and said, "No need." ”

Feng Chen thought that Lu Zhenming would not let Su Wansheng drink, and the sentence "In this case, you two girls should not drink, drink juice", he had already made a draft in his heart, but he didn't expect Lu Zhenming to respond to Su Wansheng's needs.

He was silent for a moment, and said to the butler, "Let's have a drink, so as not to trouble you again when they want to drink." ”

Seeing that he was so anxious for himself, the housekeeper smiled charitantly: "It's not troublesome." ”

The butler went into the kitchen, and after a while came out with a glass of juice and put it in the hand of the dustman.

Feng Chen twisted his eyebrows and asked, "Didn't you say that everyone squeezed a cup?" ”

The housekeeper said gently: "Whoever wants to drink it later, I'll squeeze it again, and the taste of the freshly squeezed out is a little better." ”

Feng Chen glanced at Song Zhiyue, whose tongue was no longer hot, and who was feasting, didn't say anything more.

Halfway through eating, Jiang Fengxing found that his wine glass was empty, and the glass of juice was still there.

He raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you say you didn't want to drink today?" ”

Feng Chen didn't wait for the housekeeper to fill the wine glass for him, put down his chopsticks, and took the wine bottle: "I want to drink again, can't I?" ”