Chapter 390 Feng Jue Drinking

Gu Pei frowned and thought for a moment, then corrected himself: "I told you that he is a member of the Gu family, not an outsider."

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

He is his sister's blood bank.

At least compared to this group of bad friends, he is one of their own.

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

Although this brother is a little stupid, at least he knows that he is his sister's man.

As Gu Pei's childhood friend, Feng Duxing knows Gu Pei quite well. Seeing him say this, he smiled and raised a glass of whiskey and drank it all, "I made a slip of the tongue, so I'll punish myself with a glass."

Sun Daoming was still apologizing to Gu Pei.

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

It wasn't him who was offended.

Sun Daoming turned to look at Feng Jue, forcing a smile on his face, "Feng Jue, I'm sorry, I was rude."

"It's okay." Feng Jue smiled gently, looking very gentle.

He casually picked up two bottles of whiskey from the table, handed one to Sun Daoming, and said softly, "Don't you 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 what Feng Jue said.

He didn't expect Feng Jue to want to compete with him in drinking.

Gu Pei was also surprised, thinking that he had misheard, and frowned at Feng Jue, "Are you crazy? You want to drink a whole bottle of whiskey? Aren't you also underage? Why are you drinking strong liquor? Juice!"

"You will get drunk if you drink a whole bottle. It's not good to get drunk before the party even starts." Although Feng Duxing said this, there was interest in his eyes, as if he was watching a good show.

His friends beside him started to make a noise.

"Drink! Who's afraid of who?"

"Don't be afraid, Brother Sun, just drink it and see who gets drunk halfway through."

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

"Sun Daoming, you're not afraid of a model student who has never touched cigarettes or alcohol, so what are you afraid of! Just beat him up!"

With the encouragement of his friends, Sun Daoming himself was dissatisfied with Feng Jue, so he agreed immediately, "Okay, drink it."

Sun Daoming bit the bottle cap hard, picked up the whole bottle and poured it into his mouth.

After all, it was a strong liquor, strong 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, and drank from the glasses to taste it carefully.

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

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

One glass was quickly emptied, and he picked up another one, his face remained unchanged, and his face was 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 glass, Sun Daoming's face was already flushed, his eyes were dizzy, and he couldn't hold the glass in his hand and dropped it.

The bottle hit the ground with a crisp sound. Fortunately, the bottle was thick and did not shatter into pieces of glass, but most of the bottle of clear, transparent and slightly burnt liquor spilled all over the floor.

"Sun Daoming is drunk!" Someone nearby reached out and supported Sun Daoming who was about to fall.

"It is indeed authentic Scottish whiskey, strong enough!"

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

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