Chapter 54 Chapter 54 There is wine in fruit cake just like there is wine in wife cake...

The first thing Jing Miao saw when he came in was Lu Zhiluan in the crowd. The black-haired young man had a slightly cold expression and listened quietly to what the people around him were saying. It was unknown what he heard, but his eyes widened slightly and his fair and slender neck was stained with a little red.

The next second, Lu Zhiluan turned his head as if he had noticed something. The distance was too far, and Jing Miao only saw the lips of the people next to him move slightly, and then they looked at this side like a little mouse that saw a cat, not daring to move.

Immediately afterwards, Doctor Xiaolu's ears seemed to turn red, and Jing Miao made a conclusion in his heart.

He turned slightly and prepared to walk over, but after taking a few steps he was stopped by the ministers who surrounded him halfway. All kinds of greetings and concerns came at him, and Jing Miao was forced to stop and respond politely.

When he turned around again, Lu Zhiluan was no longer there.

A dark light flashed in Jing Miao's eyes, and he turned around to respond to the various overt and covert temptations in the words.

This is also the reason why he hates attending various activities. There are always people with different intentions coming up to him, and everything is filled with deliberate flattery and fawning.

I've met so many people that I can tell whether someone is sincere or not at a glance.

And most people have always been unabashedly hypocritical towards him.

Seeing Admiral Jing surrounded by the crowd, the timid meerkat colleagues pulled Lu Zhiluan to another place.

Who would have thought that just a look from Admiral Jing could be so shocking that it frightens people.

And I heard that what the general hates most is being fabricated into having a romantic scandal.

Colleague Zhang Mu covered his chest and said with a lingering fear: "We just spoke so quietly, it shouldn't have reached the admiral's ears, right?"

Fang Yi: "It's hard to say. He looked over here just now. He must have discovered something."

Zhang Mu said with a bitter face: "What should I do? Should I go and apologize?"

Why does it feel like Admiral Jing's reputation is quickly becoming that of a bully?

Lu Zhiluan defended him a little: "In fact, I think the admiral just glanced in this direction. There is no special meaning."

Zhang Mu didn't quite believe it. "Why is he looking here if nothing happened? He doesn't know anyone here. Could it be that another thief has sneaked in?" Zhang Mu looked around in panic and began to see enemies everywhere.

Zhang Mu: It’s over. Now I think everyone I see has bad intentions.

He said: "Two years ago, the admiral also took a look at the crowd and caught the bandit leader who sneaked in and attempted to assassinate the Star Lord. The bandit was standing behind me at that time." After Zhang Mu finished speaking, he turned around suddenly and met several disgusting faces.

Zhang Mu: “…” It’s New Year’s Day, how unlucky.

Those people also had disgusted expressions on their faces, and glanced at them from top to bottom with rude side eyes.

One of the men said: "I find that some people are really good at flattering themselves. Don't they know who they are? Who would pay attention to insignificant trash?"

His companions also laughed and echoed: "That's right. I don't know what you are writing about out of your own imagination. If you want to make connections, you should at least know your place. It's just a look from others. You would rather look at some people than at their trash. You really think you are someone important."

Fang Yi shook his head and asked in confusion, "Strange, I seem to hear a dog barking, did you hear it?"

Zhang Mu said sternly: "Don't insult the dog, the dog is innocent."

Lu Zhiluan raised his lips slightly: "You must be hallucinating, right? Where is the sound?"

"The food is starting to be served. Let's go over there and have the buffet."

The three of them ignored those people tacitly, and left talking and laughing, without even making eye contact.

The few people who thought they had the most sarcasm and wanted to find fault were stunned: "..."

The imagined scene of the other party getting angry and angry, with red face, did not appear at all.

I always feel like something is wrong. I win but it also seems like I don’t win.

After more than ten seconds, someone finally reacted and the three men responded with their mocking words.

The boomerang seemed to have spun around, injuring no one, and finally stabbed itself.

"grass!"

Being completely ignored is worse than losing an argument.

No matter how the person behind you breaks through your defense.

Lu Zhiluan and his friends have already had their buffet meal.

Because it was a celebration of the New Year, the overall atmosphere of the banquet was not that restrained.

When Star Lord gave his speech, it did not give people a particularly official feeling. He just briefly summarized some things that happened in Canaan this year and expressed his outlook and expectations for the new year.

After the Star Lord left, the banquet hall gradually became lively.

After a round of toasts, the atmosphere created by the tipsiness reached an unprecedented level of enthusiasm.

For older officials, this is undoubtedly a place of fame and fortune that is most suitable for winning people's hearts and seeking benefits.

For the young people from prominent families, this is a grand social gathering. The restless hormones of young people with nowhere to go are lurking in every corner along with the faint smell of alcohol, and from time to time someone's heartstrings are touched and their hearts are beating fast.

Zhang Mu and Fang Yi met college classmates whom they hadn't seen for a long time. After a long separation and being drunk, they started crying and telling each other about the hardships and sorrows they had experienced after graduating from school.

Lu Zhiluan was holding a small cake in his hand and swiftly avoided Fang Yi's attempt to pull him into the "Brothers, crying is not a sin" group.

Looking around, there are all kinds of life, and everyone has their own excitement.

He calmed himself down, found a relatively quiet corner, and sipped the sweet and mellow whipped cream.

Before he had taken a few bites of the cake, people kept coming up to him and trying to chat with him. Such a stunning face would still attract attention even if it was hidden in a corner. Lu Zhiluan was not surprised by this and dismissed wave after wave of people with an expressionless face.

After a while, I started to feel annoyed because some people seemed to not understand the words of rejection and kept sticking to me like sticky candy, confidently thinking that they were playing hard to get.

"Just think of it as making friends. Are you free tomorrow? I know a delicious dessert shop there." The man who was getting closer and closer was smiling, his eyes full of determination.

He glanced at the dessert in Lu Zhiluan's hand. Facing such a cold beauty, he couldn't show an impatient look right away. He had to start from the other party's interests, find common topics, and prescribe the right remedy to win the beauty.

The uncomfortable smell gradually approached, and Lu Zhiluan's face turned completely cold. Just as he was about to get up and leave, Jing Miao's low voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"He's not free tomorrow."

The smile on the man's face froze, and he turned around viciously, preparing to teach this tactless man a lesson.

Then I met a pair of deep and sharp eyes.

After seeing who it was, a chilling chill exploded from deep within his heart, spreading through his blood vessels and freezing his entire body.

The man's face turned pale, as if a pair of hands were strangling his throat, and he couldn't speak, "Jing, Jing..."

Jing Miao's eyes were calm and he asked calmly: "Can we leave now?"

The man nodded with difficulty and stood up with stiff limbs. Like a clockwork puppet, he could only move in a straight line. After bumping into a few people, he quickly fled the banquet hall amid dissatisfied curses.

Like poles of a magnet repel each other, and unlike poles attract each other. Jing Miao was obviously different from the others, but he played a role in clearing the field.

From the moment he sat down next to Lu Zhiluan, the others who were planning to come over to chat with him involuntarily turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

Lu Zhiluan, who had gained clarity, was amazed and spoke frankly what he was thinking: "Admiral, you are like a sheepdog." Only after he said that did he realize that this was not a dream but reality.

He secretly cursed, feeling frustrated and uneasy, because in reality, Admiral Jing might not mind his outspokenness as he did in his dream.

There seemed to be some problems with the effect of Zhuang Zhou Mengdie. The system said that the memory of a dream would slowly fade away the next day, but Lu Zhiluan did not forget it completely. On the contrary, those dreams were like a movie without an on/off switch, repeatedly appearing in his mind, leaving a deeper impression on him.

The more he thought about it, the more nervous he became. Lu Zhiluan felt a surge of heat in his body that rushed straight to his head, making his entire head feel a little dizzy.

He raised his head and wanted to apologize to Jing Miao, but found that the man in front of him had become two and was still swaying.

The first thought that came to Lu Zhiluan's mind was that he was hallucinating.

Lu Zhiluan blinked, slowly extended a finger, and said righteously: "Hello, I only apologize to one General Jing, the other one, please go back to your dream, okay? Don't listen to the apology that is not yours."

What a mess! What's the apology?

Jing Miao frowned and grabbed Lu Zhiluan's hand that was waving in front of him. He was suddenly surprised to find that the temperature of the skin against his palm was a little high.

Jing Miao asked him in a deep voice: "Have you been drinking?"

Lu Zhiluan's expression paused, as if he was thinking about this question.

Then Jing Miao saw that pair of cold eyes were slightly covered with a layer of mist. Lu Zhilan's eyes were red, and he looked at him and answered irrelevantly: "Don't take my little coal ball away."

"If you want to take it, take my life."

Jing Miao: “…”

For a moment, I felt that I was dominated by strange words.

The apology has been made. It is up to General Jing whether to forgive or not.

Lu Zhiluan struggled to free his hands from the restraints, picked up the fork and continued to eat the remaining cake.

It was at this moment that Jing Miao smelled a faint aroma of wine mixed with fruit.

Looking at Lu Zhiluan's slightly bulging cheeks and the little bit of cream on the corner of his lips, a dark color flashed in his eyes.

The culprit has been found.

He took the cake from Lu Zhiluan and said gently, "You are drunk, you can't eat anymore."

Lu Zhiluan bit his fork, his eyes seemed drunk, but he still knew how to reason with others: "You mean there is wine in the fruit cake? Just like there is a wife in the wife cake?"

"I laughed so hard that my teeth fell out." He covered his mouth tightly, "But they wouldn't fall out if I didn't laugh."

Jing Miao: “…”

Did the pastry chef put nonsense medicine in the cake?

The dizzy system in his head noticed that something was wrong with Lu Zhiluan, and quickly reminded him: "Host, you are drunk, don't talk."

"Speak with your mouth open."

Lu Zhiluan was silent for a while: "You too."

He actually knew that what he should do now was to find a deserted place to sober up.

But his consciousness is now in a state of half clarity and half confusion, switching between the two at any time and in any place, unpredictable, commonly known as the mouth running in front and the brain chasing behind.

Seeing Lu Zhiluan suddenly stop talking, Jing Miao paused and was about to take him away.

But he looked up, his eyes seemed to be clear, and his tone became the same as usual: "Excuse me, Admiral, could you please get me a glass of ice water? I need to sober up."

Jing Miao tried to find evidence of nonsense in his eyes, but Lu Zhilan looked very normal now.

What he said was also very logical.

Jing Miao was skeptical and did not move for a long time.

Lu Zhiluan paused, then stood up and was about to go by himself.

Jing Miao's eyelids jumped, and he reached out to stop him, "I'll go, you wait here for me, don't walk around."

Lu Zhiluan nodded obediently: "Thank you, General."

Jing Miao looked towards the buffet table not far away, thinking that nothing should happen at this distance, and stood up to pour some water.

Just took two steps.

Lu Zhiluan's drunken and excited voice rang in my ears.

"Wow! There are so many melons! I'm going to eat them!"

At the same time, everyone in the banquet hall heard it.