Red wine is less irritating than white wine, and it also has a mellow taste. After Zhong Qing drank it, she didn't feel that it tasted so bad. She blinked her eyes, poured another glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
At the end of the drink, she felt dissatisfied, so she took the red wine bottle and drank it down in one go.
Her stomach suddenly swelled and she felt uncomfortable holding it in. She stood up and staggered around the house.
She thought, this is the feeling of being truly elated.
She curled her lips and smiled, wondering why Yi Jian still existed in her brain?
Doesn’t it mean that after drinking, you will forget everything?
She pursed her lips and thought, why are there so many liars in this world?
……………………
Yi Jian slowly pushed away the room, wondering if that little woman was still sulking? She was really cute, with her little head, she really could relate.
Who knew that as soon as he entered, he saw her bare feet floating around the room, chattering without knowing what she was talking about.
He frowned.
She still hasn't realized what happened to her.
She turned around, looked at him, and blinked, but she felt that the figure in front of her was very familiar, graceful and enchanting.
She tilted her head, thought carefully for a while, and then smiled slowly.
She remembered who it was.
Young Marshal...Yi Jian...
Thinking of this, she became a little unhappy. She tilted her head and bit her finger for a long time. Then she smiled at Yi Jian, imitated Yang Ting's tone, and called softly: "Jian...
"
In fact, she would only call out his name when she was unconscious, not the cold "Young Marshal".
After shouting, Zhong Qing walked towards Yi Jian, her steps already shaky due to the alcohol.
Yi Jian quickly stepped forward, hugged her waist, held her against his chest, and asked in a low voice: "What did you call me?"
Zhong Qing raised her head, hooked Yi Jian's neck with one hand, stretched out her fingers with the other hand, and slowly touched his face. Between her lips and teeth, she once again uttered the simple single sound: "Jian..."
After saying that, she leaned hard into his arms, and then she flattened her mouth, feeling aggrieved: "You don't like me calling you Jane, you like her calling you, why can she call you, but I can't?"