"Average, third in the world..."
As soon as Qin Ye opened his mouth, a strong feeling of drunkenness surged into his head. He burped uncontrollably and his feet felt weak as if he was stepping on cotton.
I didn’t expect this girl’s red wine to have such a strong aftereffect.
She has a great alcohol tolerance and usually won't get drunk even if she drinks two kilograms of liquor. But today, she was knocked out by a small bottle of beer.
Qin Ye grabbed the boy's arm, barely propped himself up, raised his heavy head, and tried to look forward with hazy eyes.
The Prince Chen's Palace seemed to have turned into dozens of shadows, shaking and swaying.
She shook her head and tried to look:
"I... I'm here..."
Ling Qianyi wasn't too drunk, but he could see the sign on the mansion clearly: "Fu... Wang... Chen?"
yeah?
Isn't this his uncle's house?
"Woman, have you come to the wrong place...hiccup...are you a maid in Prince Chen's mansion?"
"She is my woman!"
In the air, an extremely cold voice came towards him like frost and snow in the cold winter, like several sharp arrows shooting directly at Ling Qianyi, making him shiver with cold.
I looked up and saw the man in black robe walking towards me with his hands behind his back. My mind was confused:
"Uncle...Uncle?"
Zong Zhengchen walked over and raised his hand to tear off the veil on the woman's face.
The birthmark is exposed.
In an instant, Ling Qianyi was startled, as if struck by a bolt from the blue. Even his drunkenness was sobered up by 80%, and he became completely sober.
Qin Ye...
The person who saved him today was Qin Ye...
Not only that, he also took Qin Ye to Minghaoxuan and drank some wine...
Ling Qianyi slapped his thigh immediately and said happily: "Uncle, I am getting rid of harm for you!"
He understood his uncle's feelings for Qin Ye very well.
Uncle doesn't like Qin Ye!
He immediately took credit: "Uncle, let me tell you, Qin Ye went to Ming Haoxuan and ordered eight men to serve her at once! I tried my best to persuade her, but she just wouldn't listen."
The man's eyes darkened.
Ling Qianyi: "She is really too much! She doesn't take you seriously at all, uncle, you should divorce her now!"
The man's dark eyes sank again and again, like an ancient well, without any waves, or more like a deep pool, with no bottom to be seen, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
He glanced at Qin Ye, who was too drunk to stand steadily, and said with a slight twitch of his thin lips:
"Ming Haoxuan?"
"Yes, yes, uncle, Qin Ye did something wrong to you!"
His voice was extremely cold: "Eight men?"
"Yes, yes, yes, she picked it herself!"
Ling Qianyi tried his best to sell out his teammates.
Then, I saw my uncle slowly roll up the sleeves of his black robe, draw out the soft sword from his waist, swing his arm and swung it, the sword hissed through the air, and his murderous aura suddenly appeared.
Draw the sword!
My lower body felt cold and my pants were gone.
Ling Qianyi subconsciously covered his butt, and quickly covered his front, "Uncle..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he saw the man sweeping the sword towards him.
“Oh my god!”
He was so frightened that he flapped his hands and ran away.
“舅舅，我是你最亲爱、最疼爱、最可爱的小外甥啊，您这是怎么了？您要揍的人难道不是秦野……啊！我的屁股！”
"Uncle, listen to my explanation...ah...don't be impulsive...ah..."
There were screams.
The young boy shook his two big, white, firm buttocks and ran away in panic.
Qin Ye sat limply on the steps, shaking his head. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and was carried on the man's shoulders, heading quickly into the mansion.
The man's breath was very cold and his steps were very fast. She was lying on her stomach and felt uncomfortable.
"It's hitting my lungs..."