Facing Chen He's teasing eyes, Chen Jinyan said with a straight face, "It was a slip of the tongue."
Chen He deliberately dragged out his tone: "Oh, it turned out to be a slip of the tongue."
Shen Jinyan stretched out his left hand towards Shen Sili without a smile: “Car keys.”
Ana Shen took a deep breath, took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket and threw it to Ana Shen, leaving a sentence: “You are so cruel!”
He left the card table with a lot of resentment and hid in the backyard to smoke.
Seeing that the civil war between the Shen brothers was over, Song Jingcheng greeted everyone: "Everyone is here, let's go in and have dinner."
"OK."
There weren't too many people, so Shen He asked Shen Zhilu and the others to put two tables together to form a long table.
After the dishes were served, Shen Sili returned to the restaurant with a smell of cigarettes. He walked behind Shen Jinyan, pinched Shen Jinyan's shoulders, and said in a muffled voice: "I have to go to work and commute. You have to give me a car."
Nodding, Shen Jinyan took out a Wuling car key from his pocket and handed it to Shen Sili, and said, “It’s second-hand. I bought it for you as soon as I got off the plane.”
"It has seven seats and is spacious enough for catching suspects, busting prostitution and catching chickens and ducks, or delivering care to the community."
See if he is considerate?
The irritability that Shen Sili had finally relieved climbed onto his face again, “Shen Jinyan, you are such a piece of shit!”
He kicked the leg of Shen Jinyan's chair angrily, then walked to the edge and sat down.
Everyone at the table was happy to watch the fun.
Shen Sili happened to be sitting on Qin Yi’s left, and on Qin Yi’s right was Shen He.
Seeing that Shen Sili's face was almost as dark as his black shirt, Qin Yi smiled and poured him a glass of freshly squeezed pomegranate juice.
“Officer Shen, don’t be angry, drink some juice.”
Shen Sili raised his head and took a sip of the juice, thinking it tasted good, and poured himself another glass.
After thinking about it, he poured more for everyone at the table. When it was Shen Jinyan's turn, the pomegranate juice was just finished.
“Sorry.” Shen Sili put the empty bottle in front of Shen Jinyan and said, “There’s no share for you.”
Shen Jinyan refuted with a simple move: "It's okay, one tank can buy many cups of pomegranate juice."
Shen Sili: “Heh.”
Seeing that the situation was not right, Song Jingcheng quickly picked up the decanter and filled his and Shen He's glasses with wine.
During the years of his illness, Song Jingcheng drank alcohol very few times.
Over time, Shen Sili and the others thought that Song Jingcheng never drank alcohol.
Jun Lin and Xie Ting did see Song Jingcheng drinking once, and that time was also at Shangwei Restaurant. That day was the day when Chen He and Song Jingcheng announced their relationship.
After thinking about it carefully several times, the few times Song Jingcheng drank alcohol were all related to Chen He.
Noticing that Song Jingcheng was pouring wine, Ana Shen restrained his emotions a little and did not continue to argue with Ana Shen.
Song Jingcheng poured the first glass of wine and handed it to Chen He. He said, "This first glass of wine is for my wife, Mrs. Song."
Chen He was talking with Qin Yi when she was suddenly handed a glass of wine and called "Madam". Chen He's ears felt a little hot.
She looked up in surprise and saw Song Jingcheng leaning towards her with a wine glass in hand, his left hand naturally resting on the back of the chair behind her.
A very casual thing, but it also reveals his ever-present possessiveness of himself.
"Happy wedding, Miaomiao."
Chen He took the wine glass in a natural manner, and raised his glass to Song Jingcheng in this posture, wishing him good health.
Hearing this, Song Jingcheng's smile deepened, "Cheers."
Everyone at the table just sat there and watched them flirt and show their affection.
The sour smell of love made Qin Yi and the others feel dizzy.
Seeing that they were about to drink, Jun Lin suddenly clapped his hands vigorously and shouted impudently: "Drink the wedding wine!"
With Jun Lin taking the lead, several brothers of the Shen family also rebelled, and Qin Yi couldn't help but join in the fun.
A group of people were banging their hands on the table and shouting slogans: "Drink the wedding cup! Drink the wedding cup!"
Hearing this, Song Jingcheng and Chen He looked at each other with tears in their eyes.
"Okay, I'll satisfy you."
Song Jingcheng lowered his head and bit the goblet in Chen He's hand.
He stared at Chen He with his eyes fixed, swallowing Chen He's red wine gracefully and slowly with his Adam's apple tugging at it.
This scene made Shen He think of the scene when Song Jingcheng licked the pomegranate juice off her.
Her pretty face turned slightly red, and she quickly drank the wine in Song Jingcheng's glass in one gulp.
He drank too quickly and couldn't help coughing.
Song Jingcheng stroked her back gently.
After Chen He caught his breath, he poured a second glass of wine into the cup.
Song Jingcheng held the wine glass in his left hand and a pair of chopsticks in his right hand. He tapped the cup gently, making a crisp sound that attracted everyone's attention.
Shen Sili and the others kept quiet, looked up, and listened carefully to Song Jingcheng's speech.
"Thank you all for coming here today. You are all Chen He's friends and family. From now on, you will also be my Song Jingcheng's friends and family."
"Here, Song sincerely invites you to be witnesses and overseers of our relationship. Song hereby swears that, except in matters of life and death, I will never abandon Chen He in this life."
"If there is any violation..."
Song Jingcheng placed the chopsticks in his right hand on the table and pressed down hard, and the iron fork broke in the middle of the handle.
He said, “Just like these chopsticks.”
“…”
There was an eerie silence in the restaurant for a few seconds, and then it broke into warm applause.
Jun Lin shouted: "Mr. Song is a real man!"
Qin Yi suddenly took out her cell phone, stared at the broken chopsticks in Song Jingcheng's hand, and asked seriously, "Mr. Song, can I take a photo for evidence?"
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