Children are particularly sensitive to the word "child", and the awkward appearance seems as if this title is exclusive to someone.

Jing Zeheng smiled at the corner of his lips, propped one hand on the wall next to her ear, leaned over to look at her, and asked, "It's only in your twenties, what is it that is not a child?"

Shen Fanyin glared at him, his waist straight: "I have grown up a long time ago!"

She didn't even notice it, but her breasts rose up because of this movement.

After drinking, her cheeks were dyed a light crimson, like a peach, which made people have the urge to take a bite.

「……」

Annoying.

He withdrew his hand, stood up straight and glanced at her, "Then aren't you also a child of my second uncle's family?" I'm not wrong."

Shen Fanyin: "......?"

She wasn't drunk, she could hear it very clearly, he was just talking about "my child"!

Seeing that she was obviously full of doubts but didn't answer, Jing Zeheng was helpless in her heart.

She didn't speak, and he couldn't explain.

At this moment, Cheng Ye passed by, and when he saw this, he said, "Mr. Jing, what you just said is indeed 'my child'."

Jing Zeheng let out a puzzled "um", and then said to Shen Fanyin, "I'm sorry, I've been drinking, and I may have missed words."

Shen Fanyin: "......"

No wonder she feels that her brother is weird today, especially the wall knock just now, which scared the person to death.

After experiencing all the devastation of Su Mu's drunkenness, Shen Fanyin felt that Jing Zeheng, who just missed a word in his words, was already a person with quite good wine.

She silently reached out and grabbed his arm.

Her thoughtfulness relieved him, knowing that this level was over, so she helped herself back to the private room.

There was still peace and joy in their private room, and when they saw Jing Zeheng coming back with Shen Fanyin, the people at the table immediately stood up, some smiled and said that they were adding dishes and chopsticks, and some were asking to move seats for Shen Fanyin.

The corners of Jing Zeheng's mouth pursed a light smile, pulled Shen Fanyin to sit down, and asked in a low voice while pouring water for her, "Are you drunk?"

"Nope." Except for the slight redness of her cheeks, she didn't look like she had drunk any alcohol, "I'm fine, brother, you don't have to worry about me."

"Hmm."

Jing Zeheng responded, but ordered her a bowl of soft and sweet fruit porridge, and then continued to talk about work with others.

The topics they talked about were serious and professional, Shen Fanyin couldn't understand them, and drank fruit porridge in small sips, feeling that he was really like a child who came out with his elders to eat.

There was suddenly an extra shrimp in the bowl, and she looked sideways and saw Jing Zeheng peeling the shrimp while saying those cold technical terms.

His fingers were slender and clean, and his movements were slow, and in a few moments he placed a tender white shrimp in her bowl.

He did it naturally, and he had no intention of hiding his favoritism for her in front of his subordinates.

Sensing that she was looking at herself, he smiled slightly, "Eat slowly."

Shen Fanyin responded lightly, lowered her eyes and continued to drink porridge, when her little transparent.

She is a little transparent, and others don't take the initiative to talk to her, and they don't even lead the topic to her. It seems to be a convention, doing business with Shenghua is all about strength, even the boss doesn't have to please.

Shen Fanyin couldn't eat half a bowl of porridge, a little bored, and his eyes fell on the red wine glass in Jing Zeheng's hand.

Look, it's better than the honey water in front of her.

She glanced sideways at him, he was leaning slightly sideways, talking to the person next to him about software, and his attention was not on her. Everyone else looked at Jing Zeheng, and no one looked at her at all.

She quietly reached out and slowly moved in the direction of the wine glass.

Fingertips touched the slightly cool goblet, and she carefully moved the cup and hooked it in front of her.

Take a sip, it's sweet and silky, and it doesn't taste like any wine.

She couldn't help but glance at Jing Zeheng.

With this wine, can he be so drunk that he misses words?

Shen Fanyin smacked his tongue in his heart

silently judged Jing Zeheng's alcohol consumption - about the same as Su Mu.

Mr. Mou, who was seriously discussing the software development process with Jing Zeheng, suddenly saw a smile on the corner of Jing Zeheng's mouth, and his voice stopped abruptly, wondering if he had said something that made people laugh and be generous.

Jing Zeheng raised his hand to signal him to pause, glanced sideways at the child who was stealing his wine, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Poof......

Shen Fanyin was startled, choking and her cheeks were slightly red.

Jing Zeheng patted her on the back, and seeing that she had already put down her chopsticks, she asked, "Don't eat it?"

was caught red-handed, Shen Fanyin was so embarrassed that she shook her head again and again: "It's full."

Jing Zeheng rubbed her head: "Wait for me."

"Hmm."

Shen Fanyin responded, and he didn't have any opinion at all.

Jing Zeheng said a few more words to them, looked at the time, and it was half past ten.

He said, "Come here today and disperse."

Why it ended so early, everyone knew it, no one stopped them, and they all stood up and prepared to leave.

The group left the Jiangling Club, and Cheng Ye happened to come back and said to Jing Zeheng: "Mr. Jing, those women have been sent to the police station, the head of the detention and the rest of the criticism and education. The Yin family knows about Yin Zhou's absurdity, and they are mixing doubles."

Jing Zeheng was noncommittal, and asked Shen Fanyin sideways, "Okay?"

Shen Fanyin lowered his eyes and said, "It's already very good, after all, when the junior doesn't break the law, cheating can only be regarded as a moral problem."

Anyone dares to do anything that violates the law, let alone moral condemnation.

The face is not an essential organ for many people, they don't want it, and she can't give them the importance of the face one by one.

Seeing her like this, Jing Zeheng whispered, "If you're not happy, it's not over."

"Huh?"

Jing Zeheng smiled lightly, without explanation, and pulled the car door to signal her to get into the car.

Shen Fanyin looked at him suspiciously, only to see that his dark eyes were deep, as if everything was under control.

She felt at ease for no reason, stopped asking, and got into the car.

Jing Zeheng gently closed the car door, and after saying a few words to Cheng Ye, he went around to the other side of the car and sat next to Shen Fanyin.

The driver started the car, and without waiting for her to ask him, he said, "Tomorrow, you go to Duan's hometown and tell him about this, whether you want to tell Duan Tianxin is their family's business, don't interfere too much, so as not to be complained about in the future."

"And then?" Shen Fanyin asked.

"Then it's up to Yin Zhou to choose." Jing Zeheng chuckled and said, "There are many ways to punish scumbags, Fanyin, don't be angry with such a person, he doesn't deserve it."

"Hmm."

Jiang Ling's club is a little far from home, nearly half an hour's drive.

Shen Fanyin pondered all the way, but he didn't understand how Jing Zeheng would deal with Yin Zhou. Her style of acting is unpredictable, but it is certain that Yin Zhou will be miserable.

When she got home, she had not dried her hair after taking a shower when there was a knock on the door.

She opened the door and saw Jing Zeheng standing outside the door with a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses.

He asked, "Drink more?"

Shen Fanyin looked at him, his eyes full of doubts, "Are you okay?"

Jing Zeheng: "......"