Takagi took advantage of the situation and mixed the four kinds of wine together and poured it into the cup. He sneered and said, "Junior sister said that she will never return until she is drunk. The four members of the Dikong Group are also invited."
Lu Fei picked up the wine glass and twirled it in his hand, "I haven't drank bomb wine for a long time."
"Miss Su just said that no matter who you are today, you have to drink. If you don't drink, you will be punished."
"Punishment?" Rong Ning finally spoke up and looked at Su Yinuo.
Su Yinuo stood up from the chair, held the wine glass and said, "Yes, punishment."
"What's the punishment?" Rong Ning thought it was funny, touched his chin and smiled mischievously, "Do you want to take off your clothes?"
Su Yinuo smiled gently, "How about I prepare a bed for you and some necessary supplies, and we can play n...p?"
Rong Ning immediately lowered his face. Hearing Su Yinuo's gentle voice, he felt extremely flustered. "It's just a joke."
"Ha..." Su Yinuo immediately changed his face and looked at him coldly.
Rong Ning sought protection and walked to Jian Yi. Regardless of whether he agreed or not, he sat down next to him.
"Jian Yi, save me..."
Jian Yan raised his head, but before he could answer, Lu Fei stepped in and sneered to a certain extent, "What are you doing with him? He's not a lover of my little Nuonuo."
"Oh!" Lu Fei suddenly seemed to have remembered something, and specifically criticized Jian Yi, "Look at my mouth and that head. I am obviously my ex-lover. There is still a connection."
Jian Jian was neither surprised nor annoyed. He always turned a blind eye to Lu Fei's individual provocations and did not make any reaction.
Lu Fei had obvious dissatisfaction on his face, but he couldn't get angry.
The lively atmosphere was jumped up, but was ruined by Lu Fei. Rong Ning sat between the two of them, enjoying Lu Fei's glare and simple indifference. He was embarrassed and had to seek help from someone who was always very good at embarrassing situations.
Nie Ming.
Nie Ming smiled and looked away, turning a deaf ear to the cry for help in Rong Ning's eyes.
He didn't see anything. He didn't see anything.
"Depend on……"
Rong Ning cursed in a low voice and lowered his head in defeat.
He suddenly understood what Nie Ming meant when he faced Takagi's invitation.
It seemed that he had long known that the atmosphere would become awkward, and he came in just to watch the excitement.