ungry and her stomach was growling loudly in front of her not-so-close superior, she felt incredibly embarrassed and wished she had gone upstairs earlier. 。Fu Hanlin was very cultured. Hearing this, h...As Fu Yan was sipping her soup, she suddenly felt a flush of embarrassment. She remembered that these weren't the three words she had said to Dr. Xiaoye yesterday at noon!

A domineering gaze enveloped her, she didn't need to look up to know Huo Mingzheng was looking at her.

He did it on purpose.

"Father, you should drink some," said Ji Lin hastily, pouring a cup of wine for his father. "There's more to say."

When Ji Fu was interrupted, he forgot what he was about to say to Huo Mingzheng and could only clumsily bump his cup against Huo Mingzheng's and drink.

Finally, I can't help but say: "Xiao Yan has no father, and her mother is abroad. If she finds a boyfriend in the future, I will definitely keep an eye on him and make sure she doesn't just follow anyone blindly."

This wine, it must be the first round.

As soon as his words left his mouth, a hand with distinct knuckles held a wine vessel filled with aged liquor and poured it into the empty cup before him.

He turned his head, and it was Huo Mingzheng sitting beside him.

Although he had had too much to drink, his mind was still clear. The other person was Huo Mingzheng, and he hurriedly took the cup with both hands, somewhat flattered. "I can pour my own."

Hu Mingzheng poured himself another cup and said, "I'll drink with you."

Ji Lin cleared his throat. His reaction was really quick; as soon as his father said a word, Huo Mingzheng couldn't sit still anymore.

He glanced at Fu Yan, who remained calm beside him, and whispered, "Isn't Huo Mingzheng shameless"

Fu Yan and Ji Lin looked at each other, how should they say this.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded.

And Qin Heng, who was sitting beside Huo Mingzheng, several times picked up his wine glass to toast Mr. Ji, but Huo Mingzheng always got there first. Good boy, trying to steal his limelight, huh

"Want to have a drink"

Season beside raised her wrist, clinked glasses with Qin Heng, and said, "You should have said so earlier. You're a guest, I'll drink with you."

Qin Heng held her hand and said, "What kind of wine are you drinking Have you finished all the medicine the doctor prescribed You dare to drink"

"Well, have you fallen victim to occupational hazards again" Ji Qing held her glass of wine, a smirk playing on her lips as she looked at him.

Qin Heng looked into her eyes, "This isn't a professional illness."

Ji Qing wanted to ask him what it was, when the phone on the table rang. Qin Heng, who was sitting right next to her on her left, saw the caller ID at a glance: Ou Yang Fan.

There he is again, that nuisance!

Ji Qing got up to answer the phone.

After a while, Huo Mingzheng glanced at the distracted man beside him, "Another puppy assistant"

Qin Heng frowned, how, was his emotion so obvious

He raised his glass and poured another for Mr. Ji, after which he remained clear-headed while Mr. Ji became increasingly drunk, unable to tell his east from his west. If not for Ji Lin pulling him back, he would have almost called Huo Mingzheng his brother.

At last, he kept giving Huo Mingzheng a thumbs-up, “Good for you, making money! You have such good alcohol tolerance!”

After dinner, Huo Mingzheng and Qin Heng accompanied Father Ji to drink tea to sober up. Ji Lin was afraid that his old father would say something inappropriate in front of him again, so he took Fu Yan to the upstairs to pack their luggage together.

Fù Yán had frequented Jì Lín's room since she was young, just like her own. But now it wasn't the same as when they were younger. She didn't go into his bedroom this time, instead sitting with Jì Lín on the sofa in the living room.

Ji Lin handed her a glass of juice. Fu Yan sat alone on the sofa, her gaze fixed on the shelf filled with medals, trophies, and certificates. The empty space in the middle made her sad.ccupying a secluded corner.It would take her at least half an hour to walk from here to the foot of the mountain, and then another...Right now, the bigger question isn't about time; it's whether she c...