Feng Chenglin sat in the corner, looking a little decadent.
At his feet, there are several wine jars, and the taste of wine is stronger.
Seeing her arrival, Feng Chenglin's eyes flashed a bit of doubt, and immediately he he laughed.
"Three little Come on, let's do it
Whether Ling Luoyu answered or not, he held up his head and poured the wine down his throat, choking and coughing.
"What are you doing, fatso? How can you drink alone? "
Ling Luoyu was just about to come forward, but he heard the sound of opening the door from the door, and the old housekeeper's voice also followed.
"Miss Qingyou, our young master has been drinking in it for a long time. Why don't you persuade him..."
Ling Luoyu quickly flashed into the chaotic secluded state, and was even more surprised.
Something must have happened to Feng Chenglin.
Hao Qingyou carefully stepped forward and stood at the edge of the screen and did not dare to get closer.
"Chenglin?"
Feng Chenglin shook his head and looked at her, frowning slightly: "San Shao, your Kung Fu this time How do you put on women's clothes? "
Hao Qingyou subconsciously turns his head and looks behind him.
It's empty.
"Chenglin, what are you talking about?"
"Call me fat!" Feng Chenglin suddenly laughed: "I like you to call me fat! Listen, it's comfortable
Hao Qingyou's lips trembled. After all, he walked slowly forward.
"Fat man, you Don't drink it
Feng Chenglin quickly waved his hand: "it's OK, I'm not drunk! San Shao, I tell you, people say that they can use wine to relieve their worries, so I tried But who knows? The more you drink, the more you worry
Hao Qingyou sighed silently, trying to snatch the wine from his hand.
"Fat man, what are you worried about? Tell me, I'll help you share..."
Feng Chenglin looks at Hao Qingyou with a little body and mysterious eyes.