Chapter 30: A glass of wine
This room is full of men, and only Wen Xun stands out of place.
But why is she standing here, doesn't he know it?
Lu Jinyan pulled her to make a show, and he was the target audience.
One man wants to show his ownership to another.
So what is she?
Wen Xun felt a wave of nausea in his heart.
But she didn't show it, because she knew that the more angry she was at this time, the more she seemed to have a ghost in her heart.
Even so, it is better to follow Lu Jinyan's thoughts, make him feel at ease, and save himself from embarrassment.
Without waiting for Lu Jinyan to speak, Wen Xun took over with a smile.
"Don't be surprised, little uncle, I'm here myself. Jin Yan said that he was going out to eat at night, and I was angry that he didn't go home to accompany me, so I grinded him to take me along, how do you know that he invited you to dinner? If I had known, I wouldn't have come to spoil you. ”
She looked down at Lu Jinyan affectionately.
The words that followed his heart really made him very useful, and he also looked back at her, with the same affection.
Whoever looks at this, they are both a loving couple.
"Hey, hey."
Zhou You exaggerated and shouted:
"It's no wonder that Jin Yan has rarely come out to play with us since she got married, it turns out that she is entangled by her family."
"You can't speak."
Han Shuo next to him laughed:
"What do you mean to be entangled? You look at Jinyan's worthless appearance, it is obviously willing. ”
Several men burst into laughter.
Lu Yu also laughed, and took a puff on his cigarette as he laughed.
The mist rising from his fingertips covered his eyes like a veil, making it impossible to see his emotions.
Wen Xun secretly gritted her back molars, enduring the feeling of being treated as a monkey by a group of men, and Lu Jinyan pulled her to the side amid their laughter.
"Enough of you, my wife is thin-skinned, whoever scares her will have a treat tonight."
Under Lu Jinyan's laughter and scolding, those people finally stopped.
Soon, a table of delicacies from the mountains and seas came up. With Wen Xun present, the men's chatter was also restrained a lot, and there was no uncomfortable scene during the banquet.
After three rounds of wine, Wen Xun's cheeks, who drank a small glass of red wine, were also slightly drunk.
She had been quiet all night, and she barely spoke except for the occasional reply, and of course, her eyes did not turn in the direction where she should not go.
Lu Jinyan suddenly picked up his wine glass and turned to Wen Xun beside him.
"Ah Xun, come, let's have a drink."
Wen Xun, who was holding a knife and fork to deal with a shrimp, was stunned for a moment.
As soon as he raised his eyes, he was facing Lu Jinyan's slightly drunken eyes.
Before she could speak, Han Shuo next to her suddenly laughed:
"Drink, have a drink."
"Yes, yes, a glass of wine."
Others followed suit.
Wen Xun's face turned red.
She endured it patiently, and reluctantly said to Lu Jinyan with a smile:
"Jinyan, you've drunk too much."
"Nothing."
Lu Jinyan waved his hand while he was a little drunk, and his eyes were firmly locked on her face.
"Ah Xun, don't you know, this kind of wine actually doesn't taste good when drunk like this, its best drinking temperature is 18 degrees, and the temperature is the most suitable to put it in your mouth for a while. Shall I feed you? ”
He raised his other hand and grabbed Wen Xun's arm and pulled it hard.
The wheelchair had been adjusted to the right height, and Wen Xun leaned over and threw himself almost directly into his arms.
The arm shook, and a few points of wine in the cup spilled, falling on the pure white tablecloth, the color was bewitching and weird.