"Shen Fanyin, let's be honest, haven't you even started drawing the design draft?"

"You can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing without evidence, don't ruin my reputation."

"You still need me to ruin your reputation?"

Shen Fanyin looked at Yang Qian, who was blocking the door, and felt helpless.

The road ahead was blocked, and it seemed that she had to give Yang Qian a reason to fool the past anyway.

Shen Fanyin chose to salute first and then soldier, and said in a gentle tone: "Qianqian, why do you think of me so much, we have known each other for so long, right, don't you know who I am?"

Yang Qian: "It's because I know you too well that I have such reasonable suspicions!"

"No, you can't look at me today with a one-sided inherent viewpoint, the world is progressing, and mankind is also progressing, you have to take a long-term view, and face the rapidly developing world with progressive thinking."

Shen Fanyin's eyes flashed, and he seriously analyzed the problem of progress and development for Yang Qian.

Yang Qian was dizzy by her, calmed down, put all the nonsense behind him, and asked directly, "You just said that you painted it."

Shen Fanyin licked her lips: "No."

Yang Qian: "......!"

Shen Fanyin suddenly lowered his face: "Oh, you don't know, I've had a very hard time recently, and I almost died, you wait for me, I'll go to the toilet and come back and tell you."

Before she finished speaking, she aimed at Yang Qian's distraction and jumped out with an arrow.

Yang Qian stretched out his hand to grab it, but only held a cloud of air.

"Hey, you dare to run!"

Yang Qian was about to chase, but his arm was grabbed by Su Mu.

Without waiting for Yang Qian to make a move, Su Mu spoke first: "Qianqian, let her have a little today, she is in a bad mood today."

Yang Qianhu glanced at Jing Zeheng who was sitting at the table suspiciously, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Su Mu raised his eyes and looked at the ceiling, leaned into Yang Qian's ear and whispered, "We just came down from upstairs, and the Chen family brought a family of daughters to visit Jing's family...... You get the idea."

"Blind date?" Yang Qian looked at Jing Zeheng in wonder, "You haven't made it clear to her yet?"

Jing Zeheng: "......"

Yang Qian saw that he didn't answer, and after smacking his tongue, he was very disgusted, and raised his chin to Su Mu: "Go, call a few bottles of wine, get her drunk today and bring her back to Jing Zeheng, everything will be solved."

Su Mu's eyes suddenly widened like a two-kilowatt light bulb: "Can this work?".

Yang Qian: "Lang has a concubine who is interested, borrow some wine...... What else can't be done?"

Su Mu said crisply, "Okay", and then went to look for wine.

Jing Zeheng sat at the table, his eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Yang Qian, don't pour her wine."

Yang Qian sat down familiarly, looked at him with his chin in his hands and said, "If you want to count on yourself to influence her, there will be no drama in this life. She is just a little snail, and at the slightest disturbance she hides in her shell, listens to me, and goes straight to her."

Jing Zeheng: "......"

In the future, I really have to let the child stay away from Yang Qian.

But Jing Zeheng never expected that not only Yang Qian had the idea of drinking, but Shen Fanyin also brought two bottles of high-grade foreign wine when he came back, with a posture of fighting to the death with Yang Qian.

However, the purpose of the two of them is not the same, Yang Qian wants to directly cut through the mess and bring these two people together, and Shen Fanyin wants to get Yang Qian drunk, so that she can no longer force herself to ask about the design draft.

Although the goals are different, but the means are the same, Jing Zeheng can only watch his children pour wine into their stomachs like a little drunkard.

After watching for half an hour, the battle situation was tragic.

He glanced at the child's reddened cheeks, picked up his glass and joined the fray.

Yang Qian: "......?"

Is this man sick?

Is this the time when he should protect Shen Fanyin?

Yang Qian originally wanted to pull Su Mu with him

, Turning his head to see, Su Mu didn't know when he got himself drunk, and he was lying on the table giggling and laughing.

Yang Qian was speechless.

After another half an hour, Cheng Ye sent Su Mu and Yang Qian into the car with a smile, and then said consciously, "Boss, Cao Guan is waiting downstairs."

"Okay."

Jing Zeheng casually tore off the button of his shirt and looked sideways at Shen Fanyin: "Is it true that the design draft has not been painted?"

Shen Fanyin's eyes were shining, and she pouted her pink lips and said coquettishly, "No inspiration...... The brand Lingyu is a sweet style, and my girl's heart has long been dead, so it can't be sweet."

After drinking, her tone was a little longer, and it was very soft and cute.

Jing Zeheng couldn't help but reach out and pinch her face, it was very hot.

He frowned and asked, "Drunk?"

Shen Fanyin's eyes widened: "How come? As long as Yang Qian's little amount of alcohol, I'll give her ten more drinks!"

She waved her hand, and then leaned softly on Jing Zeheng's body.

Jing Zeheng immediately raised his hand to catch her, feeling a little helpless.

She hadn't drunk as much today as she had been when she had been drinking with herself that day, but it was clear that she was drunk.

Maybe it's because of the recent fatigue, or maybe it's really sad and drunk.

Shen Fanyin put her face to his heart, and after a moment of silence, she asked, "Brother, do you really not like the girls of the Chen family? Don't like any of them?"

Borrowing wine to strengthen her courage, she finally asked this sentence.

"I don't like it, I don't like any of it." Jing Zeheng patted her on the back and gave her a good breath.

"Then are you still immersed in the shadow of broken love?"

Jing Zeheng resolutely chose to answer more favorable to his current situation: "No, it has been done a long time ago."

Shen Fanyin blinked and smiled.

After laughing, her little face quickly collapsed again.

Who he likes and who he doesn't like, and what does it have to do with him?

Qi Jin's words were eight points right, although Jing Zeheng and Jing Yao are not father and son, but it is not easy for the mother and daughter to marry uncles and nephews.

Shen Fanyin closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Jing Zeheng lowered his eyes to look at her, and seeing her frowning, he asked, "Fanyin, do you have anyone you like?"

"Huh?" Shen Fanyin opened his eyes and looked up at him in a bit of confusion, "Why are you asking this?"

She didn't want to lie to him, but she couldn't.

Her reaction gave Jing Zeheng confidence.

He weighed for a moment, reached out and took her shoulder and pulled her out of his arms, staring into her eyes, and there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes:

"If I say, I like you, would you like to be with me?"

If I say, 'I like you,' would you like to be with me?

I like you, would you like to be with me?

Would you like to be with me?

His words seemed to have an echo effect, dangling in Shen Fanyin's head over and over again, refusing to disperse for a long time.

Shen Fanyin opened his hazy drunken eyes, looked at Jing Zeheng's deep eyes, and saw his reflection in them.

He only had her in his eyes.