Originally, the head of the Song family was carrying it for him and could give him some advice. Unexpectedly, as soon as he left, these people became arrogant.
"Good nephew, come here, take the wine and drink it. From now on, I will protect you in the clan and give you training resources. What do you think?" Song Mingtian said unsteadily.
He picked up the wine on the table and handed it to Song Qingji: "Don't be perfunctory this time. Drink it in one gulp. We are all watching. Don't let your uncle and I lose face."
Song Qingji did not take over for a long time.
"Boy, don't be arrogant. Just because the old man likes you, you don't take us seriously? Be careful, I'll beat you up."
Later I thought I had a very bad temper and opened my mouth to threaten.
"That is, the emphasis is carefully cultivated in the family, and there is no education at all."
"Why don't you just feed it to him? What nonsense are you talking to him about?"
“Great idea!”
A group of drunkards heard this and thought this method was good.
Look, he won't make it easy for them!
Seemingly being pushed to the extreme, Song Qingji also began to counterattack.
Before he could realize what was going on, he continued chatting with the man without even turning his head.
"What happened?"
It's just that among so many methods, he chose the stupidest one and the most useful one at the same time.
At this time, he couldn't humiliate himself and let them force him to drink. He might as well take the initiative himself.
The hands that were gripping the table were covered with red dots. Not only that, but the snow-white neck and face were also covered with red dots.
Before the female family members understood what was happening, the head of the Song family had already asked the servants nearby to carry Song Qingji onto the floating car.
The world was spinning, and he finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell down. Before he fell, he took a deep look at Song Mingtian next to him.
Song Mingtian always felt that something was wrong, but the drunkenness rushed to his head and he did not allow him to think too much.
"Who is it?"
He clenched his fists tightly, and his nails dug into his flesh, as if he could crush his hands.
He deliberately aggravated the good fortune of the two sons.
He suddenly grabbed the wine glass from Song Mingtian's hand and said: "You uncles want me to drink. It's not a problem for me to refuse all the time. In this case, I will toast you uncles and help you have good luck in the future."
Song Qingji smiled, said nothing, picked up the wine in his hand and drank it all.
Seeing him drink, a group of drunkards who were watching the excitement dispersed, each sat in his own seat, and talked about other things.
Feeling the surroundings quieten down, Song Qingji slowly opened his already scarlet eyes.
I saw Song Qingji fall at a glance.
Song Mingtian patted his shoulder and said.
However, Patriarch Song, who has been discussing matters with Patriarch Song, has been paying attention to the situation here.
Now Song Qingji was completely at his wits end.
Song Mingtian ignored Song Qingji after he drank. He kept chatting with a group of drunkards on his right.
"It looks like someone fainted!"
Finally, the pain became more and more painful.
All the female relatives looked at each other.
As a result, we didn't chat for long when we heard a loud bang next to us.
"I don't know. He looks very unfamiliar."
Sweat broke out on his forehead.
Soon, the hover car drove directly into the hospital closest to Song's house.
Gradually, he felt chest tightness and shortness of breath. He opened his mouth vigorously and breathed heavily, trying to suck all the surrounding air into his stomach.
He tried hard to control his trembling hands to prevent the group of people from noticing his abnormality, and gritted his teeth tightly, trying to relieve some pain.
At this time, except for him who was in agony, everyone else was really peaceful. He should eat, drink, and chat when he needed to.
"It's great if you think so. Uncle is very pleased."
There was a haze under his eyes for a moment, and even if they were covered with red bloodshot eyes, they couldn't hide them.
"He sits in the first position. Doesn't he have a special status in the family?"
