Feng Chen's heart seemed to have been stabbed with a knife, and his lips were pale.

He wanted to take the wine glass in Jiang Fengxing's hand, but Jiang Fengxing avoided his hand and did not give it.

He took the bottle on the table with the lid open, and drank it directly.

When Su Wansheng and Lu Zhenming arrived, they saw Jiang Fengxing trying to persuade Feng Chen.

And Feng Chen held the wine bottle and poured himself up.

Half a bottle of wine was drunk by him in one go.

The only sound in the box was the "coo-dong" sound of his swallowing.

"You're here."

Jiang Fengxing was relieved to see them coming, his mouth was dry, but he still couldn't persuade them.

The usual dust, although he doesn't like words, but his clothes are neat and tidy, and his appearance is dignified.

But today, he is languishing, and he is full of decadence.

Because of the rush to drink, the clothes on my chest were still wet.

This is the first time Su Wansheng has seen a different kind of dust.

She stood at the door of the box for a few moments before closing the door and walking slowly.

Lu Zhenming sat down next to Feng Chen, looking at him so uncomfortable, he felt a little empathy.

At the beginning, Su Wansheng chased Qin Lang to France, and he also liked to numb himself with alcohol.

He could understand Feng Chen's feeling of not being able to love at the moment, so he didn't speak for a long time.

Jiang Fengxing was in a hurry, and looked at him who was silent: "Persuade people." ”

Lu Zhenming pushed the fruit plate in front of Su Wansheng, and then spoke: "You have been persuading for so long, is it useful?" ”

It's really useless.

You can't just sit still.

"Then let's just watch him pour himself to death?"

"You can drink with him."

Hearing that he used "you", Jiang Fengxing raised his eyebrows: "What about you?" ”

He said calmly: "I'm responsible for sending you drunk home." ”

Jiang Fengxing laughed twice, and said with a smile: "Then why don't you drink with him, and I'll send you home?" ”

"I brought Sheng Sheng here, I'm afraid that if I'm drunk, you will plot against Sheng Sheng."

"Roll the calves!"

He spoke like a beast.

After Feng Chen drank a bottle, he was about to get it again, Lu Zhenming held his hand and said tepidly: "It's almost enough." ”

Feng Chen took away his hand, and his voice was a little hoarse in his wine-stained voice: "Leave me alone." ”

Lu Zhenming really didn't care about him, leaned back, and said indifferently: "You can also see the true face of that woman clearly, it's not worth it to spoil yourself like this for her." ”

Feng Chen didn't know what he thought, he laughed self-deprecatingly, laughed and laughed, and suddenly coughed violently.

Lu Zhenming took a tissue and handed it to him, but he didn't answer it and pushed Lu Zhenming's hand away.

He got up and staggered out to go out, Lu Zhenming was about to go out, touched the dust of the box doorknob and turned around, his black eyes were a little drunk.

"I'll go to the bathroom, don't follow me."

Lu Zhenming frowned, and his steps stopped there, not following again.

Feng Chen opened the door of the box and staggered out.

There was silence in the box for a moment, and Jiang Fengxing asked Lu Zhenming: "Did you say that Liang Weirong came here this time?" ”

Lu Zhenming glanced at him casually, and his voice was as light as ever: "If it was a direct marriage, I would believe it was true." ”

"I'm also suspicious, this time it's a new trick that Liang Weirong is playing in order to force Feng Chen, you say that she is really ruthless, who is she engaged to, but with Feng Shen, she is completely trying to force Feng Chen to death!"