Qi Yan didn't look embarrassed, he walked over naturally, Fu Yue stood next to him, and when he passed by the table, the man's white fingertips took a glass of wine and handed it to Fu Yue.

Fu Yue was just about to take it, but Qi Yan's hand was taken back, "No, you can't drink." ”

Fu Yue took a glass of wine for herself, raised her head and took a big sip, and hooked her red lips defiantly towards Qi Yan: "Why don't we compare?" ”

Qi Yan: "...... Don't make a fuss. ”

Three rounds of drinking.

The atmosphere gradually became lively, and some people became less restrained. The female companions brought by the dignitaries and nobles, dressed in fragrant sideburns, wearing cheongsams and perming curly hair, are charming and colorful, and they have become a wonderful scenery in their own right.

Several other warlord marshals also came to toast with Qi Ember, and in the end, someone couldn't help but ask, "Young Marshal Qi, what's going on with your face?" ”

Someone asked, and then almost everyone around them listened with their ears pricked up.

Qi Yan was very calm, clasping Fu Yue's five fingers in one hand, holding a glass of wine in the other, and said lightly: "It's nothing, it's just to make Madam angry." ”

Fu Yue: "......"

Others: "......"

The Yuan Dashuai who just spoke had a straightforward personality, and his voice was also earth-shattering, and he was a big boss, "What? Qi Shaoshuai, you were beaten by your wife for this injury? ”

His voice was really loud, and when he shouted this sentence, almost everyone in the audience heard it, and then everyone looked at it in unison. Some people stared at the slap marks on Qi Yan's face, while others secretly looked at Fu Yue.

Qi Yan nodded very calmly, then raised his hand to wrap his hand around Fu Yue's shoulder, and introduced, "This is my wife, Su Chiyue." ”

Fu Yue: "......"

I thank you for lifting me up so much.

Then a few people around Qi Yan started fancy rainbow farts, all of them were praising Fu Yue, of course, they were also sincerely praising them.

"Mrs. Qi is beautiful, the young marshal is blessed."

"Yes, yes, the young marshal and his wife are really a natural pair of talented women!"

……

After drinking, some people began to talk without brains.

An officer said to Fu Yue drunkenly with a big tongue: "Mrs. Qi, you are really, how can you hit Young Marshal Qi in the face, this is too damaging to his face, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good......"

There was an instant silence on the spot.

The person next to the officer poked his elbow and cursed secretly: "Lieutenant Colonel Zhou, be careful when you speak, don't have a doorkeeper on your mouth." ”

Qi Yan was not angry, but bent his eyebrows, and said slowly: "Lieutenant Colonel Zhou's words are bad, Qi is afraid of guilt, don't say this in front of my wife in the future." ”

Fu Yue: "......"

Everyone: "......"

I feel like I've been shown off inexplicably.

Fu Yue raised his eyes to look at Qi Yan, with a hypocritical smile on his face, and said gloomily: "You seem to be very wronged." ”

The young officer smiled, lowered his long eyelashes, opened his thin lips, and said in a low-magnetic voice: "Qi Ember doesn't dare." ”

Seeing the way these two people got along, everyone was shocked for a while.

Since then.

The Qi family, a stunningly talented young marshal, was afraid of his reputation, and the fact that he went to the banquet with a slap print spread almost all over Beicheng.

Of course, that's an afterthought.

*

At this time.

An elegant and clear voice suddenly sounded behind Qi Yan and Fu Yue.

"Young Marshal Qi, long time no see.".

"And, Sue ...... Mrs. Qi"