At the banquet, Ye Yuyou was very thoughtful as the hostess, Ye Yuyou herself is a very hearty and lively person, and her nature will be released after she is familiar with it.

The people at the table, except for He Qiuyi, were all smiling. Song Zecheng accidentally saw He Qiuyi staring at Yue Xingchen by chance, and he was no longer bitter before, but relieved.

No one will always wait for someone in the same place, they still have to live their lives after all.

Song Zecheng raised his head, and a glass of wine entered his throat, bitter and sweet.

"This wine is fragrant, the third child, do you still have a good wine hidden here? You'll have to bring me some later! ”

Yue Xingchen raised his eyebrows, and Song Zecheng hurriedly shut up.

Ye Yuyou looked at the interaction between them and was a little funny, and laughed out loud, "It turns out that Song Zecheng, you are also afraid of Yue Xingchen?" Ye Yuyou had just finished a few glasses of wine, his face had begun to flush abnormally, and he didn't know what he was talking about with a smile.

Song Zecheng was said by Ye Yuyou, and felt that he couldn't get over the face of a big man, so he stood up heroically, "Who said I'm afraid of the third child?" Also, what is it called? Yuyou, are you also afraid of Yue Xingchen? ”

"It shouldn't be, the third child is still afraid of melting when he puts you in the palm of his hand, what are you afraid of him?" Song Zecheng's body was a little shaky, and his face was also abnormally red.

This wine is more than ten years old, and it was buried in Yuefu by Anfu, and now I am happy to take out several cans for them to drink.

Yue Xingchen glanced at the words on the jar, was stunned, and then quietly supported Ye Yuyou, Ye Yuyou subconsciously wanted to break free from Yue Xingchen, "Who are you?" ”

Ye Yuyou's eyes were half-squinted, her consciousness had begun to become confused, looking at Yue Xingchen in front of her, she felt that there were three Yue Xingchen, she raised her finger and pointed at Yue Xingchen staggeringly, "Huh? Yue Xingchen? Why are there three of you? ”

Xiao Jinfeng and He Yu touched their glasses by themselves, and glanced at the two drunks on the table from time to time.

Song Xue was the worst drinker among them, and he didn't know what was going on today, so he got drunk after just a few cans.

He Qiuyi sat next to He Yu all the time and didn't speak, drinking spirits alone. He Yu glanced at He Qiuyi, but she was only in a bad mood and didn't think too much.

The most difficult thing in this world to grasp is love, and no one can help her get out of such a thing, so she can only see it herself.

"How have you been with Chen Zhizhi recently?" He Yu touched Xiao Jinfeng's cup and asked.

Xiao Jinfeng paused, the expression on his face stiffened, and then smiled bitterly, "It's a little not good." ”

"What's going on?" He Yu took another sip, "Tell my brother something, now there are a few brothers, and I and Qiu Yi have no object, and you have all found your sweetheart one by one." ”

Xiao Jinfeng shook his head and did not speak. It's useless to say some things, but it's just to add to the troubles of others, so it's better not to say it.

He Yu didn't ask again.

The wine table was quiet, Yue Xingchen had already thrown it away, and his body and mind threw himself on Ye Yuyou's body. Ye Yuyou's peach blossom eyes turned pink at the corners of his eyes after drinking, and his face was also very red, even his neck was faintly pink.

Yue Xingchen held Ye Yuyou's little hand, and only felt that he had pinched a ball of dough in his hand, soft, soft, and very elastic when he pinched it.

Ye Yuyou had already fallen asleep, her small mouth moved occasionally, and she frowned and looked very uncomfortable.

Yue Xingchen suddenly picked up Ye Yuyou, walked towards his courtyard, and left a sentence, "You can drink as much as you like." He Yu and Xiao Jinfeng glanced at each other and laughed, "The third monkey is in a hurry, hahaha!" ”

He Qiuyi looked at the backs of the two of them leaving expressionlessly, and poured glass after glass of wine into his mouth.

Why? Why did she take away everyone's eyes as soon as Ye Yuyou appeared? Why is Yue Xingchen full of her eyes now, Ye Yuyou? What's wrong with her He Qiuyi? Yue Xingchen didn't even look at her? Where is she Ye Yuyou? How can I get Yue Xingchen's love?

After glass after glass of spirits, He Qiuyi finally couldn't help it, and suddenly roared, "Ah! ”

Xiao Jinfeng and He Yu were stunned for a moment, and did not react, and when He Yu reacted and wanted to appease his sister-in-law, He Qiuyi suddenly buried his head on the table and cried bitterly, as if he wanted to cry out all the grievances in his heart.

Yue Xingchen had already walked away with Ye Yuyou in his arms, and he didn't notice what was happening here, even if he did, he probably wouldn't look back.

Yue Xingchen's courtyard is the quietest courtyard in the entire Yue Mansion, far from the street, so it was built to the back of the Yue Mansion, and Yue Xingchen walked through the corridors with Ye Yuyou in his arms.

In the dim light, the pink on Ye Yuyou's face exuded a different kind of light, Yue Xingchen inadvertently glanced down, swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously, and quickened his pace.

Ye Yuyou lay in Yue Xingchen's broad chest, occasionally moving his cherry mouth, completely unaware that there was any danger approaching him.

Yue Xingchen walked to the bedroom with Ye Yu in his arms, and with a kick of his slender legs, the door opened, and Yue Xingchen hooked his feet, and the door closed again.

The room was dim, but because the moon was very bright today, a trace of moonlight shone in, and Yue Xingchen simply didn't light the lamp, and directly hugged Ye Yuyou on the bed, and then bullied him.

Yue Xingchen's lips pressed Ye Yuyou's lips stiffly, and Ye Yuyou's lips still had a faint smell of osmanthus flowers, accompanied by a smell of wine, which almost made Yue Xingchen intoxicated.

This osmanthus wine was brewed when his mother was alive, although the degree is low, but it has been buried for more than ten years, and it has become a strong wine, but there is no stinging sensation in the throat, but it is mild, at first it was delicious, Ye Yuyou drank more.

Ye Yuyou sighed, his mouth opened slightly, Yue Xingchen took this opportunity to put his tongue in, and he was entangled, Yue Xingchen only felt that no matter how much he kissed, he couldn't kiss enough, and Ye Yuyou's lips seemed to have honey.

"Little one, tell me honestly, did you have something on your mouth? It's so sweet. Yue Xingchen's voice was a little hoarse, and Ye Yu, who had lost consciousness, muttered leisurely, which stimulated Yue Xingchen even more.

His big hand slowly stretched into Ye Yuyou's waist, and then went all the way up along the waist, the movement on his mouth did not stop, and his lips kissed Ye Yuyou's straight nose, cherry mouth, peach blossom eyes, and willow eyebrows.

Yue Xingchen kissed over and over again.