"Brother Qiang, come and drink with us!" Zhu Xiaoyao smiled charmingly and handed the wine glass to Fang Wenqiang.
Neither of them spoke anymore, and drank one cup after another.
"Bang!" Zhu Xiaoyao suddenly placed the cup heavily on the table, stared at Fang Wenqiang and said: "Brother Qiang, do you still remember that battle with the Roman Sun Cult? That tiger Roger gave me a knife, If you hadn't blocked me with your life, I'm afraid I would have--"
Two lines of tears flowed down, and Fang Wenqiang couldn't help being shocked.
"Brother Qiang---" Zhu Xiaoyao raised his head and said quietly: "I rarely shed tears in my life, this is the second time I shed tears."
"The first time?"
"The first time was when I came back from the Zoroastrian Church in Western Xinjiang."
Fang Wenqiang's hands shook. That time was the day when he and Shen Bijun got married.
Speaking of the marriage with Shen Bijun, it was completely arranged by Fang Tianhao.
Shen Bijun is from a noble family and has profound knowledge, so he is indeed a good match. Moreover, Fang Wenqiang's parents died, and it was his uncle Fang Tianhao who brought him up. He has no objection to this marriage.
Zhu Xiaoyao's words were a naked expression of his feelings. Fang Wenqiang did not expect that this seemingly carefree girl would have such affection for him.
"Brother Qiang, hug me, hug me!" Zhu Xiaoyao looked sad, her tears were raging, and she cried like pear blossoms with rain.
Recalling those years of life and death, Fang Wenqiang also sighed with emotion, and he hugged Zhu Xiaoyao gently.
Zhu Xiaoyao curled up in Fang Wenqiang's arms and pressed her head tightly against his chest.
There is no warmer place in the world than the chest of a loved one. If he could stay in such an embrace for a lifetime, Zhu Xiaoyao would be willing to trade it with his life.
Outside the door, heavy footsteps sounded.
Zhu Xiaoyao hurriedly came out of Fang Wenqiang's arms, her face darkened, her eyes were filled with anger and she wanted to kill someone: "Fire Dragon, what are you doing here?"
"Sister Xiaoyao, Brother Qiang, and sister-in-law are here!"
This Shen Bijun is really everywhere.
Zhu Xiaoyao straightened her hair. She wanted to see what Shen Bijun was going to do.
"Sister-in-law is here, why don't you invite me quickly?"
Huolong turned back aggrievedly, thinking that since it was a good thing that his sister-in-law came, why are you still so loud? Sister Xiaoyao, you are so moody, no wonder Brother Qiang doesn't like you - the door opened, and Shen Bijun was wearing a uniform Dressed in a bright red peony cheongsam, she walked in radiantly.
Fang Ming was afraid that something might happen, so he winked, and the fire dragon and black panther quickly followed behind.
Ye Xinrou and Yang Xiu also followed, and the pavilion became lively again.
"Jun Bi, are you here? I wanted to have a drink with my brothers tonight, so I didn't notify you!"
Shen Bijun smiled slightly, her eyes looking at Zhu Xiaoyao were as calm as water, which actually made Zhu Xiaoyao, who was full of anger, unable to get angry.
During the Chinese New Year, people come from far away, so you can’t get angry with the guests.
Although she was unwilling to do so, Zhu Xiaoyao forced out a smile: "Sister-in-law, please sit down."
"Little demon, I came at the wrong time!"
Shen Bijun always maintains the ladylike demeanor of everyone, and his words are hidden behind the scenes.
"Wherever, it would be best if my sister-in-law can come. Brothers, please serve wine to your sister-in-law!"
You little boy, I still don’t believe I can’t cure you! You dress up like a lady all day long, and I want to disgrace you tonight.
Fang Wenqiang looked at him with his eyes, Huolong scratched his scalp and said: "Sister Xiaoyao, my sister-in-law never drinks liquor, I think let's forget it---"
Zhu Xiaoyao suddenly rushed up in anger: "Fire Dragon, I wonder if your boy deserves a beating. My sister-in-law is not satisfied with this rare visit!"
"Xiaoyao, forget it, Bijun doesn't drink liquor." Fang Wenqiang came out to smooth things over.
Zhu Xiaoyao's stubborn temper grew: "I've seen my sister-in-law drinking on TV. I'm afraid she won't drink with the brothers below us."
Shen Bijun smiled lightly and said: "Little demon, since you say so, I have to drink even if you don't want to."
"Come on, fire dragon, fill it up for me!"
Huolong was dumbfounded, and then he thought that he had already persuaded him to drink wine anyway, and if he continued to help his sister-in-law to speak, he was afraid that Zhu Xiaoyao would skin him afterwards.
The glass was full, Shen Bijun stretched out her white wrist, raised the glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Fang Wenqiang knew his wife's drinking capacity, which was only two ounces of white wine at most. Huolong's glass of wine was poured from a beer glass, which amounted to more than three ounces at once.
"Good wine, good wine!" Shen Bijun finished the glass and immediately collapsed on the table.
"Wen Qiang, take me back!" After Shen Bijun said this, her eyes were completely distracted.
"Little demon, I can't drink any more wine today. I'll have a good drink with you another day."
"Okay, I'll wait for you!" Seeing Shen Bijun's embarrassment, Zhu Xiaoyao felt happy, and she smiled and sent Fang Wenqiang to the car.
After everyone left, Zhu Xiaoyao suddenly slapped his head and said: "Oops, I fell into a trap!"
Shen Bijun was very drunk, so she took the opportunity to get drunk, so Fang Wenqiang would send her back.
She originally wanted to make the other party look embarrassed, but she was taken advantage of by Shen Bijun. This woman is so cunning!
Regardless of appearance or intelligence, Shen Bijun reached the extreme, and Zhu Xiaoyao was suddenly discouraged.
Sometimes what a woman hates the most is women, especially the women of her love rivals.
Zhu Xiaoyao sat silently, carefully recalling every detail of tonight. She felt that Fang Wenqiang still had affection for her in his heart.
The days are long, Shen Bijun, I don’t believe how long you can be proud!
Firecrackers were set off at twelve o'clock on New Year's Eve. It was still early, so the group continued eating and drinking, talking about interesting topics.
Black Panther and Fire Dragon told all kinds of interesting stories about sabers, and especially liked to show off their combat experiences. Fighting can best demonstrate a man's heroism. In the excitement of talking, Black Panther even took off his clothes to show off the knife marks on his body.
"This knife was left behind during a fight with the mercenary organization Blood Wolf. This knife was very close to the kidney. I almost couldn't come back."
Yang Xiu looked at the knife marks in surprise and said with envy: "Brother Black Panther, you are so awesome."
Fang Ming sneered, Yang Xiu is a girl who knows how to choose the right moment to flatter her.
Sure enough, the Black Panther laughed proudly and said: "Our sabers have experienced hundreds of battles and are invincible!"
"Ah!" Yang Xiu made a sound of admiration, and she asked Zhu Xiaoyao in a low voice: "Sister Xiaoyao, have you been injured too?"
"Injury? It's normal." Zhu Xiaoyao smiled evilly: "Yang Xiu, do you want to ask how many scars I have on my body? Do you want to see it?"
"Yeah!" Yang Xiu nodded. Her biggest shortcoming was that she was too curious.
"Okay, then you can ask the young master to come to my room later, and I will strip naked for you to see."
Bah, who wants you to strip naked and show it to Fang Ming? Yang Xiu's face turned red.
Zhu Xiaoyao pinched Yang Xiu's face with his hand and said with a wicked smile: "Little girl, if you want to tease me, just practice for a few more years."
Zhu Xiaoyao laughed wildly a few times, then leaned into Yang Xiu's ear and said, "Little girl, be optimistic about your man. I also like such a young lady."
Bah, bah, shameless! Yang Xiu cursed a few times in her mind, but on the surface she smiled brightly.
Drinking one glass after another, members of the Saber organization are prohibited from gambling. Drinking and chatting is a popular way of leisure.
However, after all, Yang Xiu and Ye Xinrou had a limited capacity for alcohol. After a few drinks, they had to drink orange juice. In the end, they couldn't even drink the orange juice anymore, and the two girls rubbed their bulging bellies and complained.
There were a bunch of wine bottles on the ground, and Yang Xiu couldn't help but smack his lips. These people were really good at drinking. How did they do it? The wine was no different from water in their stomachs.
Ye Xinrou couldn't hold it any longer, so she went back to her room and fell asleep.
Yang Xiu also held on for half an hour longer, and then lay down on the bed. Fang Ming couldn't leave tonight no matter what, so he could only drink one cup after another.
Several of them were masters of martial arts and could refine alcohol, so they chatted and drank until twelve o'clock.
"Boom", there was a roar in the night sky, and gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the sky.
"It's New Year, it's New Year!" Many children in the distance ran out excitedly, looking at the fireworks in the sky and cheering.
Zhu Xiaoyao looked up at the night sky. Her purple eyeshadow was as gorgeous as the fireworks in the sky, but her deep eyes were filled with loneliness, a loneliness that was lonelier than fireworks.
"Huh?" Fang Ming looked around and saw that the two guys, Fire Dragon and Black Panther, had slipped away at some point.
"They are all people with families. They have gone back to spend time with their wives and children." When Zhu Xiaoyao spoke, the loneliness between his brows became even more intense.
"Sister Xiaoyao, haven't you ever thought about finding a man to marry?"
"I've thought about it, you are the strong brother, but I am not wanted!" Zhu Xiaoyao held the bottle of wine. It was difficult for her to get drunk with her alcohol capacity. Maybe what she was drinking at this time was not wine, but loneliness!
A woman who walks on the edge of a knife all day long, scheming among gangsters, only in the dead of night will she be shocked to realize that her youth is gone and her loneliness is unspeakable.
"Sister Xiaoyao, there are many men in the world---"
"Young master, you also want to persuade me? It's useless, I have been poisoned, and the name of this poison is love!"
"I know! I understand! But---"
Zhu Xiaoyao stood up holding on to the chair. The corners of her mouth were raised high, and she squinted at Fang Ming with her drunken eyes: "Little brat, how old are you before you can tell people you understand?"
"Being young doesn't mean you are inexperienced!"
Zhu Xiaoyao burst into laughter, her flowery face came closer to Fang Ming, and blew like a orchid: "Do you have experience? Tell me!"
There is no hope, there is no hope for this evildoer! Fang Ming knows that the more unrestrained Zhu Xiaoyao looks on the outside, the more painful and lonely she feels inside. He must give her hope.
"Sister Xiaoyao, I think Brother Qiang still likes you."
"Really?" Zhu Xiaoyao grabbed Fang Ming's collar and asked, "How do you know?"
"Brother Qiang blocked the knife for you, and he even drank with you alone today."
"Haha---" Zhu Xiaoyao laughed unbridled and danced like an elf dancing in the moonlight: "He can drink with anyone. What does this mean?"
"I saw a blue-covered photo album in his study, and the first photo on it was yours!"
"Really?" Zhu Xiaoyao's pupils shrank, and she slowly calmed down.
"What else?"
"Also, he called you by your name once when he was drunk. He said he was sorry for you. At that time, I didn't know what Xiaoyao meant, but now I think it was your name." Fang Ming really wanted to give himself two slaps, saying this lie.
It’s too boundless. But a crazy woman is scary, and we must give her hope, even if it’s all nonsense.