Xia Yucheng frowned, buried his face in his palm, and breathed hard, breathing......

It seems that if she doesn't, her sad feelings will be out of control.

Time passed minute by minute, and she didn't wait for the man to return. The night is getting deeper and deeper......

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In a villa with a unique European style in the northern suburbs, Feng Hao sat in front of the bar in the underground wine cellar, holding a crystal goblet in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, and was elegantly pouring red wine into the glass.

Behind him, there are neat rows of wine racks, all kinds of world-famous wines, in the soft light, emitting a dark red luster.

"Your Excellency. Zhu Huan, who was standing on the side, shouted.

Feng Hao tasted the red wine indifferently, glanced at him, and did not say anything.

"My lord, are you going to spend the night here?" The wrinkles on Zhu Huan's forehead deepened, and it was better to see his master suppressing himself like this, it was better to smash these wines.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"My lord, forgive me for talking too much, if you have anything on your mind, just tell Miss Xia to understand, don't hide it in your heart. ”

Feng Hao snorted softly in his nose and drank the wine in the cup, "Is this something you should care about?"

Clearly? It should be very clear. He had been reminding her not to hide anything from him, but had she gone in and listened?

No!

Not only did she not care about his mind, but she also found him a woman, which was really ridiculous!

He wanted to see what her heart was made of.

The wine was poured out one by one, and one by one was drunk.

But Feng Hao's mind is getting clearer and clearer, he has experienced harsh training since he was a child, and those drinks don't have much effect on him at all, and it's really difficult to get drunk.

Looking at Feng Hao, Zhu Huan's heart was pinched. He understands that Feng Hao wants to get himself drunk, but he is not a person who gets drunk easily, how much wine do you have to drink if you want to get drunk?

A bottle of wine was quickly drunk, and Feng Hao got up and took another bottle of wine from the shelf casually.

"My lord, drinking too much wine is not good for your health and hurts your stomach......" Zhu Huan was worried, and he was afraid that he would be even more unhappy if he talked too much.

I had to watch him pour red wine into his stomach cup by cup.

"Let the driver prepare the car, I'll get out in a moment. Feng Hao still had a faint expression and a faint tone.

……

Half an hour later, Feng Hao came to the "Lost Night". He shouldn't have been here for a while, and with Xia Yucheng, he rarely comes out to play.

The manager greeted him and told him that the brothers were playing cards in the upstairs room.

He nodded and led the wind up himself.

The door of the private room opened, and on the sofa against the wall sat two women with fancy branches, one of them saw Feng Hao's eyes lit up, and shouted delicately: "It's the wind that is always coming." ”

"Mr. Feng!" Li Wanqing, who was sitting next to the woman, stood up and smiled and came over to say hello.

Feng Hao ignored her and walked straight in.

Li Yunzhong, Yan Ziqing and Li Yunxi were guarding the mahjong table and were stunned.

Three are missing one, can it not be **?

"Big brother, savior!" Yan Ziqing seemed to see a life-saving straw, got up and dragged him to the empty seat, "Hurry up, come and touch a few laps." ”

"Didn't you say you're playing?......" Feng Hao sat down in the vacated seat.

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