Maybe the process is a little strange, after all, everyone has their own thoughts, but in the end, it is very harmonious.

Su Shilin was a little drunk, she drank a little red wine, she shouldn't have felt drunk, but there was a hint of fluttering with the clouds under her feet.

Qi Yan has always been by her side, within the range she can touch if she wants to see and touch.

It's a delicate distance, and people who don't know it well are used to it.

Humans are sometimes more animalistic in nature.

For example, that little bit of subtle territorial awareness.

Su Shirin played with Qi Yan's fingers, his gaze constantly roaming over his face.

"Are you drunk, are you going to rest?"

Su Shirin raised his hand and pinched his cheek, and suddenly said, "Actually, you know that I recognize you, right?" ”

It's headless, mindless, and pointless.

Unless it's the person in question, no one can understand her at all.

Qi Yan's expression froze for a moment, and then, he looked at Su Shirin's eyes and said slowly:

"Do you recognize me?"

Did you really recognize it?

Isn't it because you and the sheer amount of information in your head have created a misunderstanding?

There's no way to guarantee that.

Su Shirin blinked, this action was made by her as if it had stretched out the time, and it looked extremely slow.

She tugged at the corners of her mouth and smiled.

It looks more like she's drunk and unconscious, because she's not usually happy to reward anyone with a smiley face.

Qi Yan raised his hand to rub her long hair that was scattered behind her head, supported her crooked body, and smiled softly.

"It's so greasy, I really can't stand it, why does Qi Yan really treat us as air?"

"That's coming out of your mouth?"

Mrs. Feng had just taken advantage of Mr. Feng's inattention, and she had secretly drunk a lot of wine, and she was also on the top at this time.

"I said that a few of you are not as good as Qi Yan, at least who likes it and knows single-mindedness, you look at yourself, you know that you don't do business all day long, and Wei'an, Wei'an is also damaged by you now-"

"What are you pulling me for, I said that our family is Wei'an, what a good child it is, and I have taken you crookedly - don't pull me!"

Mrs. Feng's exhortations and reprimands that she hadn't had time to finish were all stopped by her husband.

Feng Jue's face was not very good-looking at this time.

Knowing that his wife was secretly drinking, thinking that she was happy today, and she was all her own person, so she also intended to indulge, who knew that she herself was such a no-number, and she drank so much at once!

Zhao Zirui was lying on the sofa with tears in his eyes, who did he provoke, he still wanted to shout wronged! Why is there no one to call the shots for him!

Zhou Wei'an saw that Zhao Zirui was about to turn off the phone, and finally carried the person back to his room for the sake of his brother's feelings.

Not to mention Su Xiaohe, a rookie, who has forgotten who he is.

Only Su Xinglan still maintained a little bit of sanity.

Zhou Zhou and Aunt pulled each other opposite each other, and the two of them were about to fall together.

Su Xinglan, who kept his senses, looked at everything around him that seemed to be bubbling with happiness, and finally felt a trace of belated, but full of warm warmth.

At this moment, he seemed to have finally reconciled with his past and with Su Shirin, and what made him feel even more relaxed was that after he felt reconciled, the so-called burdens had disappeared.

This feeling, really, well.

(End of chapter)