The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 932 Brother Junting, are you drunk?
Yan Zhixin pushed aside the crowd and walked to Mo Junting's side, and reached out her hand to stop Mo Tianpeng who was trying to persuade him to drink: "Jun Ting is drunk, you are almost ready."

Mo Tianpeng winked: "Sister-in-law, are you feeling distressed? It's no problem to let him go, as long as you drink three cups, one white, one red, and one foreign, what do you think?"

Mo Chenzhou cooperated with him tacitly, and immediately brought up the wine to help her pour it.

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Too cruel!

She had already drank one glass during the meal, and these three glasses would definitely be poured down.

Mo Junting frowned: "She can't drink, please don't make trouble with her, I'll drink these three cups."

He was already half-drunk, and his face was very red, but it did not affect his prosperous beauty, but it made his usually too cold and difficult to get close to his facial features a little more enchanting.

Mo Tianpeng laughed wildly: "Sister-in-law can have three glasses, but you can't, how about multiplying by three? Drink three glasses of each type of wine, and I promise to let you go."

Mo Junting won't be fooled: "You alone don't count."

Mo Tianpeng called the friends who were going to continue drinking to discuss.

Yan Zhixin supported Mo Junting to sit on the chair, leaned over and asked, "Are you okay?"

Mo Junting didn't speak, but put the wine glass on the table, stretched out his hands to hug her waist, and buried his face in her arms.

Yan Zhixin was completely defeated by him.

However, this is the first time she has seen him fight wine with others so willfully.

Without the usual maturity and introversion, without the daunting aloofness, and without the arrogance that makes people feel aloof, he took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and was casual and willful.

She could feel that he was happy.

After all, this is his home.

Mo Tianpeng and his friends murmured for a while, then turned their heads to see Mo Junting holding Yan Zhixin, his face darkened, "Give me dog food again!"

However, everything stays on the line, and we will meet again in the future.

Mo Tianpeng and his friends decided to let him go after drinking the glass.

The nine glasses of wine were filled in three rows, and a group of people surrounded him: "Let you go after drinking."

Mo Junting glanced at him: "Yes."

That look was so deep and deep, Mo Tianpeng couldn't understand the content but felt a little cold: "Brother, you don't know how to settle accounts after autumn, do you?"

Mo Junting picked up the first cup and slowly sipped half of it, then said slowly, "I'll wait for you to bring your girlfriend back."

Mo Tianpeng: "..."

With a plop, he knelt down and hugged his thigh: "Brother, I was wrong!"

Mo Junting ignored him, continued to sip the glass slowly and steadily, then put it down, took a short break and started the second glass.

Even so, after nine glasses of wine, Mo Junting still couldn't take it anymore.

Fortunately, everyone was still trustworthy and did not force him to stay.

Yan Zhixin supported him and walked towards the door of the banquet hall.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from my ear: "Brother Jun Ting, are you drunk? I'll help you go back."

Yan Zhixin raised her head suddenly.

What came into view was Huangfu Feilin's heavily made-up face.

Isn't it that outsiders can't come in?
How did she appear here?
Yan Zhixin frowned slightly, and before she had time to help Mo Junting avoid it, Huangfu Feilin had already supported Mo Junting from the other side.

Even though Mo Junting was drunk, he was still vigilant, feeling being supported by a stranger, he reflexively pushed the person away, just as Yan Zhixin also reached out to push, Huangfu Feilin staggered, her high heels tilted, her feet A sprain, fell to the ground.

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Such a weak scum!

(End of this chapter)