Qing Wei smiled and patted his drunken shoulder on the shoulder, "It's okay, it's better if you don't know."

I don't have anything else but to be uncomfortable! ”

She pointed to the place in her heart and smiled, "It's very uncomfortable."

At first, he said that he would marry me, and he pinned a peach blossom to my ear. I took it seriously......

Later, he said that this was just a childhood joke, and I ...... I......

…… He's getting married, he's getting married. ”

As he spoke, Qing Wei took out a crumpled red paper ball from his arms, kneaded the paper ball vigorously, and laid it out.

Pointing to the name of the paper ball under the inner page,

"Look, look, next month, next month, get married...... next month" Speaking of this, her eyes were bloody, the tip of her nose was cold, and tears rolled out directly.

Drop after drop hit the crumpled invitation, wetting the paper and smearing the ink.

As she spoke, she crumpled the open invitation into a tight ball, like a round ball, more like her languishing heart.

It was said that people who drank would talk a lot, and Qing Wei chattered for a long time, and all the words stopped here.

Sadness turns into wine, which can only be swallowed, not tears.

She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, pretending to be 'I'm fine' and 'I'm strong', and poured the wine down with a smile, feeling the hot pathos.

It's hard to stop falling in love, and it's also a sorrow that is hard to eliminate.

He was also drunk, but he didn't say much, just looked at her quietly, half-holding his cheeks, and heard her speak to herself, and he was distracted.

He was silently thinking about something, but finally he collapsed on the table with no strength in his strength.

He twitched his red lips and whispered to her in his dreams, 'Don't feel bad, I'll treat you well in the future, I'll treat you well...... Wei'er ......'

Qing Wei shook the wine jug in his hand, looked at the fallen unconscious phoenix dove, and sneered: "Dead roast chicken, is it so capable?" Ay. ”

The little fairy in the wine shop recognized the phoenix dove no matter how clumsy he was, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to make a sound.

Who expected the phoenix dove to get drunk.

He looked at the woman who was sulking again, and shivered in his heart.

If that's right, this woman is really the dominatrix of the Qingqiu Mountain......

Qingqiu Dominatrix is proud of Xiantong Lin Fengjun, these two people with a bad temper get together, and he doesn't want to have a good life.

So he took a step back, a step back, and hid behind the counter, hoping that nothing would happen.

But now, one or two drinkers are gone, and it's time for the store to close.

Qing Wei was stunned there, looking at the wine in the bowl, and kept being distracted.

Outside, a light rain fell at some point, and it was dripping.

It doesn't rain often in the fairy world, especially when it was a moonlit night before, and it is even less likely to rain later.

Listen closely, oh, it's not rain, it's the gradual sound of footsteps.

The man in white stepped on the threshold and almost collapsed there without losing his strength for a moment, holding on to the door frame and panting. The yellow-skinned tiger beside him was also tired and panicked, stuck out his tongue, and exhaled to dissipate heat.

His dark gaze lit up the moment he stared at the target, and he shouted, "-Ah Wei! Ah Wei! ”

But Qingwei was basically drunk, and she drank more than a phoenix.

Although the body was stiff, the mind had long since disappeared.

Yun Yin covered his nose and fanned the air, only to feel that the smell of alcohol in the room was uncomfortable.

And the big tiger retracted directly outside the door, only poking out his head, and didn't want to go over at all.