The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 338 President, you are a dog! (21)
"Boss, I..." Cen Mu opened his mouth.

Fengcheng said: "Privately, you don't need to call me the boss, just call me Fengcheng as before."

"Chengcheng?" Cen Mu shook his wine glass, Fengcheng actually said "um", and ate the steak slowly.

He didn't drink the glass of wine for a long time, until Feng Cheng touched it with the glass, he touched it lightly, and then took a small sip.

Feng Cheng glanced at him, "Why? Don't you like foreign wine?"

Cen Mu shook his head, "No, I don't know how to drink. I might pour it in one gulp..."

Cen Mu honestly admitted that he doesn't know how to drink in this illusion, and he is allergic to alcohol.

When he was with Fengcheng before, he drank once, and then he became drunk.But it was winter at that time, and I was wearing tight clothes, so no one knew about the rash on my body.

Because I only took a sip, and almost everything was fine the next day.So Fengcheng didn't know about his alcohol allergy, but if he poured a glass, Fengcheng wouldn't know.

Cen Mu looked over suspiciously, Fengcheng's face remained unchanged, and he drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp: "I almost forgot, it's been too long. I thought that you should have practiced a little drinking capacity after you have been in society for so long. Still thinking about it.”

Cen Mu buried his head in eating what was on the plate, his face was already flushing.

He shook his head, just took a sip of wine, it's not enough.

"What's wrong?" Feng Cheng looked over, "Did you get drunk after just one sip?"

If he didn't know the cause of his health, Cen Mu must have felt that Fengcheng had drugged the wine!
Dizzy, Cen Mu has already been sealed off, his hoarse and magnetic voice is next to his ears, "Since you are drunk, I will take you back."

The itching on the neck became more and more painful, and the whole body began to feel like ants were eating.

Cen Mu struggled to stay awake for the last time, and reported his home address.

After getting into the car, Cen Mu lazily leaned on the co-pilot.He kept writhing his body, he had a splitting headache, and Fengcheng was beside him, so he couldn't lift his clothes and scratch.

Fengcheng didn't drive, he helped Cen Mu up, stroked Cen Mu's fever-like face, "Cen Mu."

"Huh?" His voice was small, as if choked up, scratching at the heart like a cat.

Feng Cheng moved his throat and asked seriously: "Who am I?"

Cen Mu narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "The old goblin of Fengcheng!"

Feng Cheng also squinted his eyes, and his fingers slowly slid down his eyebrows and eyes, stroking his nose, his lips, and finally pinching his chin, the two breathed intertwined, Feng Cheng questioned in a hoarse voice: "It's so annoying I?"

Cen Mu didn't say a word, his face was full of grievances, this look about to cry was more attractive than many girls.

"Your appearance really makes people want to bully you." Feng Cheng chuckled, and put his fingertips on Cen Mu's lips.

"The old goblin who sealed off the city!"

"Why do you hate him?"

The voice in the ear was gentle, as if it was directing Cen Mu to express his displeasure.

"Did he treat you badly?"

"What a fart!" Yue felt that it was Jiu Jin, or maybe it was because of the heat on his body that made Cen Mu's mind unclear.Aggrieved, he spit out all his heartfelt feelings for so many years——

"That bastard who sealed off the city, always has the perspective of God, high above, who is he giving alms to?"

At that time, the Feng family had a good relationship with the Cen family, and Fengcheng often came to play with the Cen family.When Cen Mu was pruning flowers and plants with his aunt in Cen's garden when he was a child, he was often bullied by Fengcheng, saying that he looked like a little girl.

Cen Mu still engraved the look of looking down at others and instructing the ancient maids to do things.

(End of this chapter)