Have You Written Your Will Today? Chapter 155

  Chapter 155 He has to marry sooner or later, it would be great if that person is Shen Wei.

  The night is melting, and the curtain is slowly falling.

  The night market is open, and the streets are busy. The stars are like rain, and the sound of the phoenix flute moves the light of the jade pot.

  In the restaurant, drunk bosses can't help but say some nasty words.

  —Master Nafeng is eighty years old. Right now he is locked in the prison of Dali Temple, and there is still a concubine who has just been admitted in his house, and his eyes are very attractive.

-eighty? His guy still works.

  —It hurts so much, Yeye let the concubine choose which finger.

   Several people lowered their voices as much as possible, for fear of being heard by the man sitting in the first place, but they didn't know that Cui Yun had excellent hearing and could hear every word clearly.

  He acted as if he had never heard of it, and he did not reprimand him.

  The officials of Dali Temple face the prison every day and fulfill their duties. Usually that's all the fun.

  In the restaurant, Jiang Zhao toasted.

   "My lord, I respect you."

   Often at this time, Cui Yun would always say lightly: "I'm too strong to drink, so you can do what you want."

  But today, the man casually turned the wine glass, he held it up, raised his head slightly, and the crystal clear liquid ran across the tip of his tongue, leaving a strong aroma of wine.

  Jiang Zhao was a little surprised.

   Not to mention him, even more so.

   "My lord, if you drink with Master Jiang, you should also drink with the younger one."

   As soon as the voice fell, a wine servant stepped forward and filled the wine cup respectfully.

  Cui Yun glanced lightly at the master book. He raised his head and drank without a word.

   To be disrespectful, his prestige in Dali Temple is even greater than that of Emperor Huang. As a result, people from Yajian came to toast one after another.

  Cui Yun never refused, and his complexion did not change. He drank one glass after another.

  Jiang Zhao murmured: "Something is wrong."

  Master: "My lord can drink."

  Jiang Zhao continued to mutter: "In the past, my lord rarely drank alcohol at palace banquets."

  Master: "This circle is respected, can't it be carried out?"

  He thought about it: "Are you hurt?"

  Cui Yun was naturally never carried out. He was as calm as before, took out the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, still dignified.

  The drinking game among the men would naturally last until midnight before giving up.

   "My lord, are you going back now?"

  Cui Yun said lightly, "Yes."

  He looked at Jiang Zhao: "You just take care of this, don't drink too much drunk. You have a headache after a hangover, and you won't be able to do errands tomorrow."

  Are you caring about people, or are you caring that people can't run errands?

"yes."

  Cui Yun stepped forward to leave, and as soon as he left, he heard Jiang Zhaohao's bold words behind him.

   "The adults sympathize with the hard work of the big guys. You should eat and drink, and the adults will pay for it. You have a stick in your heart and say don't drink to death."

  With his departure, the noise in the house became even worse, and the words that lowered their voices became unscrupulous.

  Just as she was about to go downstairs, she bumped into Yicui in a hurry.

   "Hou...yeah."

  Yi Cui panicked inexplicably.

  Cui Yun's eyes fell on the bowl of hangover tea she was holding in her hand. His face suddenly turned cold.

   "Lead the way."

  Yi Cui quickly lowered her head, and for a moment, the bowl in her hand was as heavy as a thousand catties, making her almost powerless to knock it over.

   Soon, Cui Yun stood outside the door of the innermost private room on the right.

   "The lady came here after she separated from Mrs. Wei and the others. She was very depressed. The slaves didn't say anything when they asked, but they couldn't stop them. The lady has a good drinker, and she always refuses to stop when she is drunk."

   Cui Yun said he knew.

  He pushed open the door and entered. A strong smell of wine entered the nostrils.

  The girl sat upright on the wooden bench, her face flushed like a sunset glow. A pair of misty eyes sparkled.

   Perhaps there was no one to accompany her to make trouble, she sat quietly, tears falling down. With a slender wrist, she picked up the cup of tea in front of her, and was about to pour it on her head.

  Cui Yun stepped forward quickly, snatched it away, and said calmly, "Shen Wei!"

   Shen Hua looked at him with tears in her eyes.

  The end is lovely and pitiful.

  Cui Yun's heart softened a bit. The reprimand came to his mouth but he couldn't say anything.

"what happened again?"

  She sobbed: "I'm watering the flowers."

  Cui Yun's face was weird for a moment: "So, what kind of flower do you have now?"

  The girl thought about it seriously. I don't think there are any flowers that can match her. Then he looked at Cui Yun with disgust, and then held his face and looked at himself in pity: "I am more beautiful than Hua."

  As she spoke, she sniffed sadly again, her nasal voice getting stronger: "Cui Yun, I have a headache."

   "Well, continue to drink next time, it will continue to hurt."

  His tone was light.

  Shen Hua was stunned: "How can you curse me?"

   "Drink the hangover medicine."

  The girl heard it, but never raised her hand, let alone answered it. She turned her head to another place coldly and noblely, representing resistance. He even said proudly: "If I drink a drop today, I will be considered a loser!"

  Scared you to death!

  Cui Yun laughed angrily.

   Looking at the girl's blah blah, the tense nerves were unavoidably relaxed. It seemed that only in front of Shen Wei could he let out a little emotion and take a breath.

  Shen Hua has been sizing up Cui Yun from the corner of her eye.

   This man! He really didn't persuade him anymore, but sat down instead.

  The girl frowned tightly. With her temper in mind, she decided to give Cui Yun a step up.

   "You coax me, maybe I will sell you some face."

  After speaking, she stretched out a finger and looked at him expectantly, her eyes were red, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and there were thin teardrops on them.

  Unexpectedly, Cui Yun didn't play his cards according to reason.

   "Then I'll drink it, and it just so happens that I also drank it just now. It's fine if you don't want it, just take advantage of me."

   Sure enough, the **** the opposite side rushed over fiercely. I drank it all at once.

   She was very proud after finishing all this. The tone is artificial.

   "Sorry, I forgot to leave half for you."

  Cui Yun: "Enough tossing, let's go home."

  Shen Hua stood up slowly, her legs were weak.

  Cui Yun stepped forward to help her, but the girl leaned limply when he approached.

  She is arrogant and bossy.

   "You hug me."

   "You used to hug me."

   As she spoke, she rubbed the mink fur: "You still touch me like this."

   Cui Yun naturally doesn't care about the drunken words. His body was tense and he was worried that she would not be able to stand still, so he unnaturally supported the woman's waist with his fingertips.

   "Miss Yan is going to marry someone she doesn't like, and Mr. Wei is not a good person when he hears it! The mansion where Wei Yingying is going to marry is still so dilapidated. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to live there for a day."

   "But so what?"

  Unknowingly, her tone softened, and she whispered enviously.

   "They all have a home."

  The girl's mouth was deflated, and teardrops slid down her snowy cheeks drop by drop.

   "Yang Yang wants it too."

   She sobbed, tears wet Cui Yun's skirt, her beautiful eyes were like spring water. Burning the man's cold heart.

  The hands clasped around the woman's waist tightened.

   Sooner or later he will have to marry a wife. Since you can marry anyone, if that person is Shen Wei... that's fine too.

  The man looked closely at her eyebrows and eyes. The voice is hoarse.

"good."

  The girl had tears in her eyes: "Huh?"

   Cui Yun rolled her Adam's apple, touched her porcelain-white delicate face: "Take you home."

  (end of this chapter)

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