After all, he is nominally the adopted son of the Gu family.

It is his sister's personal blood bank.

At least compared to this bunch of bad friends, we are one of us.

Feng Jue raised his eyes and glanced at Gu Pei, with a hint of smile in his clear eyes.

Although this younger brother is a little stupid, at least he knows that he belongs to his sister.

Feng Duxing was Gu Pei's childhood friend and knew Gu Pei quite well. Hearing him say that, he smiled and raised a glass of whiskey and drank it all. "It was my slip of the tongue. I'll drink a glass as punishment."

Sun Daoming continued to apologize to Gu Pei.

Gu Pei snorted, "Why are you saying sorry to me?"

It's not him who is being offended.

Sun Daoming turned to look at Feng Jue and forced a smile, "Feng Jue, I'm sorry, I was rude."

"It's okay." Feng Jue smiled gently, looking very soft-hearted.

He casually picked up two bottles of whiskey from the table, handed one to Sun Daoming, and said in a soft voice, "Don't we want to drink together? A small cup is not enough, just drink a bottle."

Sun Daoming was holding the 400 ml bottle of whiskey and was stunned when he heard Feng Jue's words.

He didn't expect that Feng Jue actually wanted to compete in drinking.

Gu Pei was also shocked, thinking that he had heard wrongly. He frowned and looked at Feng Jue, "Are you crazy? You want to drink a whole bottle of whiskey? Aren't you a minor too? Why are you drinking strong liquor? Drink juice!"

"You'll get drunk if you drink a whole bottle. It won't be good to get drunk before the party even starts." Although Feng Duxing said this, there was interest in his eyes, as if he was looking forward to a good show.

The friends next to them started to make a fuss.

"Drink! Who's afraid of who?"

"Drink half? You really think highly of him. I guess he can't even drink a sip."

"Sun Daoming, if he's not afraid of a model student like this who has never touched cigarettes or alcohol, then what are you afraid of? Just beat him up!"

With his friends cheering him on, and Sun Daoming himself being dissatisfied with Feng Jue, he immediately agreed, "Okay, let's drink."

Sun Daoming bit the bottle cap open with force, picked up the whole bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

After all, it was strong liquor, powerful and stimulating, and his eyes were slightly red.

Feng Jue slowly opened the bottle cap with a corkscrew, poured the brown-red and yellow wine into clean glasses, filled three glasses, raised his glasses and drank it slowly.

Everyone thought that Feng Jue would not be able to bear it and spit it out at the first bite, but he didn't.

He drank slowly from the glass, his movements were elegant and refined, and he looked very graceful.

One glass was soon empty, and he picked up another one, his expression unchanged, his face as pale as before. If he was not tasting the wine, everyone would have thought he was drinking water.

When Feng Jue drank the second cup, Sun Daoming's face had already turned red, he felt dizzy, and he couldn't hold the cup in his hand and dropped it.

The wine bottle fell to the ground with a crisp clash, luckily the bottle was thick so there was no glass shards all over the floor, but most of the bottle of clear, transparent wine with a slightly burnt aroma spilled all over the floor.

"Sun Daoming is drunk!" Someone nearby reached out and supported Sun Daoming as he almost fell down.

"It's really authentic Scotch whisky, strong enough!"

"Sun Daoming is so useless. He got drunk before he even drank half of it."

At this time, Feng Jue slowly and leisurely shook the last bottle of wine, with a gentle and harmless smile on his face, and drank the last glass of whiskey in one gulp. He was still clear-headed and not drunk at all.

(End of this chapter)