Chapter 591 (1/2)

Thinking of Mo Yunqian, my heart throbbed with pain.

I know that he has withdrawn all the cooperation projects between Yunding and Feitian group, but I have no strength to deal with it.

That's it. Even if the sky falls down, I don't want to take care of it.

*Look at me quietly.

Suddenly, he picked up the red wine and poured himself a glass of red wine.

”What are you doing?”

I looked at him puzzled.

But he picked up the red wine glass on the table, raised his head, and just like me, poured it down directly.

*This is not good wine, a glass of wine down, he was panting.

His face is red. I think it's funny how he was drunk last time.

Usually looking at the serious and indifferent lawyer song, after being drunk, he is like a child, sleeping like a pig. He can't wake up. When the effect of alcohol subsides, he will naturally wake up again.

He sat down in front of me and looked at me.

Our two big eyes stare at each other.

”What are you doing?”

I asked, puzzled.

*He did not speak. He looked at me for a long time, turned his head, poured another drink, and drank another glass of wine.

At the moment, I don't understand. He is strange and doesn't speak. He looks at me after drinking. What's the matter?

*As if he was a little nervous, he was breathing a little fast.

”Hey, don't drink any more. You can't drink enough. You can't remember the last time you were in the bar, but you fell asleep on the table after drinking it!”

Listen to me, but I still turn a deaf ear.

I really don't know what his brain circuits look like.

”Shut up!”

*All of a sudden, he said such a sentence, which made me feel confused.

He told me to shut up, and I didn't speak any more. Seeing his breathing more and more rapid, I felt like I wanted to escape.

Suddenly, * moved again.

Yes, he poured another glass of red wine. Seeing that he still wanted to drink, I grabbed his wrist.

”*, what are you doing? This wine is what I want to drink. What are you doing in such a hurry?”

However, seeing me stop him, * looked unhappy and said, ”don't stop me, I want to drink!”

He said as he shook my hand away, and then there was another glass of red wine.

How can he hold on to three glasses of red wine in a row?

After drinking the third cup, * looked at me vaguely.

He's obviously drunk.

He seldom laughs, but this time he smiles when he looks at me.

”If you love someone, you will want to hold hands and kiss...”

I looked at him for some reason.

What is he going to do about it now?

All of a sudden, * reached out and grabbed the back of my head.

”You What do you want you to do

When I finished, I hesitated for fear that * would be affected by what I said before.

He looked at me vaguely.

”I haven't kiss a girl. If you say holding hands, if you're of the opposite sex, except for my mother holding my hand, it's just you...”

When I heard this, my expression was slightly stiff.