Wine fighting is a particularly interesting thing for Nangong Qixing, she enjoys it, and others feel uncomfortable.
If only everything could be solved with a wine fight.
She alone can drink everyone in the Nangong family to death.
When Nangong Qixing was enjoying fine wine, Ling Bing was also drinking, he was drinking stuffy wine, one person, one cup, and one wine cellar.
All the sorrows and anguish are faced by one person.
There is no one to confide in, no one to comfort.
Everyone was afraid of his fierceness, but no one knew that he actually wanted to be gentle, but the man who made him gentle was gone.
Disappeared into thin air, and couldn't find anything.
He has billions of family fortunes but can't spend a penny for her, and he has all the skills but can't find any clues about her.
He had a deep affection, but he couldn't tell her in person He Moyu's face was nothing, but he didn't want to see her again.
Except for that face, there was no place like Xing'er in her.
But a facelifted face is stiff and distorted, and it is not the appearance of Xing'er at all.
From a distance, it looks quite similar, but when I get closer, it turns out to be very different.
The world is so big, how can he not find a person who is exactly like Xing'er Those who look similar, have too different personalities, and those who have similar personalities, he feels too pretentious and annoying.
Always unpleasant.
Turning around, the only ones who looked most like Xing'er were the two dolls, but they couldn't talk or laugh.
Even if he said a thousand or ten thousand words to her, they would not answer him.
"Young master, it's time for dinner."
Shen Qinghong stood behind Ling Bing for a long time.
Ling Bing did not answer.
It doesn't matter if you eat dinner or not.
Nothing else mattered to him.
Shen Qinghong proposed: "If you take Miss Yu over, you haven't had to scratch your back for a few days, it should be very uncomfortable."
Ling Bing drank by himself, as if Shen Qinghong did not exist.
Shen Qinghong secretly sighed and stopped talking.
Lou Jingxia walked in from outside and gently hugged Shen Qinghong's waist, "I always feel that the young master is so pitiful." ” Shen Qinghong agreed.
Ling Bing has spent almost all of the past few days in the cellar, drunk, drunk, like an idle drunkard.
I can't stand the iron beating body if I continue like this for a long time.
Shen Qinghong couldn't understand why Ling Bing had a deep love for an eight-year-old girl, and Ling Bing was still very young at that time, could he understand what love was Why has he always been obsessed with her for so many years Is it just because of the curse she put on him?
Isn't there a beautiful girl he can kiss now, why is he still obsessed with a girl who doesn't know if it's life or death?
How beautiful an eight-year-old girl can be, comparable to the beauty of the country and the city, and the cold and glamorous Nangong Wuyun If she never came back, would he really have to wait like this for the rest of his life?
A lifetime is so long, he really wants to be lonely until death Missing "Yumi", where is he going to find another woman he can kiss Shen Qinghong didn't believe in the fate of the lone star.
Like Lou Jingxia, he only believes in himself and does not believe in fate.
"I think we should find a way to kill Miss Ho.
Without her, the young master would not be able to continue to miss Miss Seven.
Shen Qinghong felt that Ling Bing's decadence in the past few days was caused by He Moyu.
That woman is of no use except for adding trouble to the young master.
It's better to kill it.
"Husband, you're fat enough.
I dare to move Miss He.
I'm not afraid that the young master will tear you up," Lou Jingxia hugged Shen Qinghong tighter.
Her husband looks handsome and quite courageous. dared to attack He Moyu.
The demon wife is sweet, and the tsundere Ling Shao is really good at petting :