Chapter 709: The Young Marshal Who Must Revenge 【8】
The young marshal glanced at He Anyuan indifferently, with a somewhat obvious alienation in his expression, and softly uttered four words: "It's nothing serious."
Immediately, he embraced his love, nodded politely, and wanted to run away.
"This must be the young marshal's wife. I met her once before, at the Yi family's family banquet. Today, she is such a beautiful lady. The young marshal is really lucky!"
Wei Feng's words were somewhat polite. He seemed to have drunk a little too much and was a bit talkative.
Yi Jian nodded without saying a word.
Zhong Qing's eyes flashed slightly, she raised the cup holding the juice and touched it with Wei Feng: "Mr. Wei, you are so grateful. Zhong Qing is just an ordinary person, but Mr. Wei's words really make women listen.
It’s been very beneficial…”
Zhong Qing clinked his glasses, and Wei Feng naturally drank it all. "Young Marshal and Madam are very angry. What Wei said is the truth."
She was in love but smiled silently, as if she was chuckling, her eyes glanced at He Anyuan on the side intentionally or unintentionally, and then she felt that she was in a good mood. She continued to face Wei Feng: "Even so, I will toast Mr. Wei three times."
liquor."
"You're welcome!" Wei Feng is a drunkard and a womanizer, so he won't refuse. What's more, now that the young commander is in front of him, he always wants to sell Yi Jian three-point thin noodles, and he immediately raises his glass to drink two glasses in a row.
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I drank a little hastily and almost choked.
He Anyuan knew that her uncle had drunk too much, and she was afraid that he would cause trouble later, so she stopped him: "Uncle, you have drunk too much, please stop drinking."
"In this case, Mr. Wei, don't drink the last cup. It's not worth it to ruin your health!" Zhong Qing also followed suit.
Wei Feng ignored it, picked up the wine glass, and drank it down in one gulp.
After drinking, with He Anyuan's support, the whole person started to stagger while walking.
Zhong Qing's eyes were always staring at Wei Feng, but she took Yi Jian's arm and said softly: "Young Marshal, why would you rather come with me if you are not feeling well?"
There was a touch of warmth on Yi Jian's face, and she felt her little hand stretched out to hold his. The big and small hands were holding each other's hands, and there was warmth flowing slowly in each other's hands.
He flashed his eyes and said softly: "I can do what other men can do."
