His Dearest Wife

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Miss Lin had to look up and swallow the wine in the cup, a small face wrinkled into a ball.

But it's not over yet. Another group of people came to toast.

Miss Lin does not wait for Feng Yu to remind her and continues to drink.

It is said that alcohol can paralyze the mind and forget worries. She has never tried it, but today, she wants to try it.

"Stop drinking!" When Lin Xiangxiang looked up and drank the third cup, a big hand reached out and grabbed her cup.

"I want to drink more!" Miss Lin immediately rushed to grab, but was directly pressed by the man in his arms, unable to move.

Some people who had planned to toast saw the picture and immediately turned to leave.

Feng Yu didn't expect that Lin's drinking capacity would be so bad. After two cups, he was drunk.

"Give me the cup, Feng Yu. Don't you want me to drink it? I want to drink now... " Miss Lin murmured drunkenly.

Feng Yu only looked at her with deep eyes and would not give her any more wine.

"I'm in pain. You give me wine Please

"Shut up Feng Yu yelled in a low voice. It was unscientific to let her suffer when she married him.

"Feng Yu, you are an asshole..." Miss Lin does not know whether it is intentional or from the heart.

Feng Yu's handsome face turned black and ugly. The woman had scolded him more than once.

Originally, it was his wedding celebration, but now, because Miss Lin got drunk as soon as she came in, she had to arrange for her first.

Feng Yuhei's face is calm and he hugs Lin Xiangxiang who is already intoxicated in his arms.

"I'll come back later!" Feng Yu explained a few words to his friend and then went out.

As soon as he got out of the gate of the private room, Lin couldn't help holding out his little hand and holding on to his arm.

Feng Yu looked at her childish and delicate appearance, and her thin lips rose slightly.

When he was holding her to the door of the room, the girl holding his arm in his arms trembled slightly.

Then, her pink lips gently whispered a name: "Chen, hold me tight, so cold..."

Chen?

The man's upward corner of the mouth, instantly like frozen, eyes gloomy down, coagulation arms still shaking little woman.

Is she treating him like a different man?

Good mood, immediately haze up, Feng Yu extremely uncomfortable kicked the door open.

She threw the woman in her arms into bed without any pity. The girl seemed to be frightened and opened a pair of confused eyes.

Feng Yu's healthy body then coldly arrived. The girl was directly pressed on her body by him. His slightly cold fingers clasped her chin.

"Chen..." But, already drunk and confused, Lin can't tell who the face is.

She only felt that in this world, only one person would hold her so gently.

For the first time, Feng Yu's expression was regarded as a substitute.

Who gave her courage? Dare to let him replace others?

"Chen, don't leave me..." In Lin's dim vision, only the gentle gaze of the man remained.

If she could be more sober, she would find that her eyes were not gentle at all, and even were brewing the anger of taotian.

The little hand is very gentle, and wrapped around his strong arm, like a lovely kitten, but also with her soft lips, as if there is no rub in his strong arm.

"Chen..." She whispered the word, like a poor child, and finally found a safe harbor.

Feng Yu's gloomy eyes dyed the flame, and there was an impulse to strangle her.