Getting drunk is a wonderful process.
When Li Yifeng drank a full glass of "Johnnie Walker", the power of alcohol hit his forehead. He suddenly felt sorry for Luo Ye's saying, "People enjoy wine, and finally wine enjoys people".
From the smell of wine to the nose, the consciousness of the brain has a subtle hazy feeling, and then the wine flows through the tongue into the throat, leaving a burning burn in the body, a burning that can never be grasped or scratched...
Only those who can drink quietly can taste the satisfaction after burning. This feeling is like carrying a whole day of work, swimming a whole day of swimming, or doing a whole day of love.
Tired, tired, almost a fairy-like satisfaction—
Yes, sometimes tiredness is not entirely a bad thing, especially when there is great psychological pressure, tiredness can relax tight nerves.
Li Yifeng put down the wine glass and pressed his lips together tightly. Without talking to Luo Ye, he turned and walked into the villa.
Luo Ye sat down and looked at Li Yifeng's back and Hu Jiyao standing behind the tall windows, slowly filling his glass...
When Li Yifeng walked into the villa and was out of sight of everyone, he breathed a sigh of relief, the scent of alcohol exhaled from his mouth, making his whole body seem to float.
Alcohol is no stranger to Li Yifeng, the son of Jinghua, but this glass of wine is mixed with Luo Ye's tentative ridicule, and it seems full of alcohol. His empty stomach was filled with this uncontrollable force.
He tried to stabilize his figure and walked into Hu Jiyao's room, leaning on the handrail of the stairs.
Hu Jiyao was standing at the window, looking condescendingly at Luo Ye outside the window. The anger that had never been before condensed on her face, and it was obvious that these anger was directed at Li Yifeng. When Li Yifeng opened the door and walked in, she did not look back at him at all.
Li Yifeng felt that something was squeezing his chest, as if he was deep in the water.
He wanted to take a breath, but couldn't breathe in.
"Sister Ji Yao..." Finally, he tried to break the tension in the room with such a name. Since childhood, he has always regarded Hu Jiyao as his elder sister, and Hu Jiyao also treats Li Yifeng as a younger brother with love and care, and has never been angry with him.
"You shouldn't do that." Hu Jiyao looked surging.
Li Yifeng was startled, "You mean...drinking with Luo Ye?"
"No," Hu Jiyao said: "You shouldn't leave the restaurant early." Without the barrier of Li Yifeng, she had little defense against Luo Ye's aggressive offensive.
Li Yifeng's face turned pale, anxiously defending himself: "I just want to arrange..."
Hu Jiyao slowly turned his gaze back from Luo Ye and looked at Li Yifeng's eyes. She no longer smiled, her gaze became as harsh as flint.
In her stern gaze, Li Yifeng swallowed the second half of the sentence. Like a kid who did something wrong, he bowed his head and admitted: "There is a girl I met at the last party. She... attracted me."
"So you specially arranged this unfamiliar party company?"
"No," Li Yifeng explained: "The previous house had other activities, so I asked my assistant to arrange a random one, but I didn't expect to meet her again."
The expression on Hu Jiyao's face continued for two seconds, and then smiled tolerantly, "Yifeng, it's hard for you."
"It's because I haven't considered it enough to let you face the danger alone." Li Yifeng said reproachfully.
Hu Jiyao walked up to Li Yifeng and rubbed his hair like an elder, "Okay, things are over. If you really like that girl, then the predicament I just faced is worth it."
Li Yifeng sighed, the smell of alcohol made him a little irritable. "That kid Luo Ye, pressing hard every step of the way, makes people breathless."
Hu Jiyao's face was surprisingly calm. "He is very cunning. His rudeness and rudeness are just superficial phenomena. The real purpose is to test us."
When he heard the word "probe", Li Yifeng's face showed pain, "His words are always as uncomfortable as a knife."
Hu Jiyao replied tolerantly: "Don't mind. Although his words are uncomfortable, you can give him full marks only by sincerity. Some people curse bad things in their hearts, and he just said them directly."
Li Yifeng thought for a while and said, "From this point of view, what he said is not so ugly—has he already discovered something?"
Hu Jiyao returned to his usual smile, "Don't worry, he is at most doubtful now." She comforted Li Yifeng in this way, but in fact she also needed someone to comfort her.
Li Yifeng loosened his neckline and sat loosely on the sofa.
Hu Jiyao said softly: "Yifeng, you have been wronged in the past few years, but soon, our plan will be realized."
Li Yifeng's eyelids were raised again, "Yes, I didn't expect Lin Wanyu to invite you to Dingxin directly. I almost couldn't help jumping up when I heard it. Our plan has already made progress since the beginning—why did you? Don't you just agree to it?"
Hu Jiyao is obviously more calm than Li Yifeng, "This is a little different from what we planned. I have to ask his opinion to give Lin Wanyu an answer."
When he mentioned him, Li Yifeng's eyes clearly lit up, and he nodded in agreement, "You are right, Sister Ji Yao."
Hu Jiyao never mentioned more about "him". She turned her eyes back to the window cautiously, "Watch Luo Ye, don't let him walk around in the villa alone. Also, after the party guests come , You can help Lin Wanyu to introduce more."
Li Yifeng nodded solemnly. Just as he was about to speak, a brisk footstep came from the wooden floor outside the house.
"Sister Ji Yao, do you look good?" Lin Wanyu's youthful face appeared at the door. She wore a set of peach jackets carefully selected by Hu Jiyao for her, and her figure was still exquisite.
Lin Wanyu saw that Li Yifeng was also in the room, and she stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, "Ah, I'm sorry, cousin Yifeng, I didn't know you were here."
Li Yifeng smiled and stood up, looked at Lin Wanyu seriously, and then said seriously: "Well, my cousin is a goddess."
"Cousin Yifeng, I am a little embarrassed for what you praised." Lin Wanyu smiled happily, but felt a little disappointed in her heart. Luo Ye would not say such sweet words to her.
Hu Jiyao smiled and said: "Yifeng is right. Sister Wanyu is naturally beautiful and beautiful no matter what she wears. Let's go, don't stay in the house if you wear such a thick dress. Let's go out with Yifeng for activities."
"What about you?" Lin Wanyu asked with eyes widened.
"I still haven't gotten through the phone calls of a few customers," Hu Jiyao sighed slightly, "I have to stay by the phone."
Li Yifeng looked out the window, "Brother Luo is playing a snowball fight with the waitresses, cousin Wan Yu, let's join in too."
Lin Wanyu frowned lightly, and then said "um".
Outside the villa, the party has basically been set up. I don't know who started the "Snowball War" first. In short, even the female director who likes to shake hands with men joined in with a smile.
The female director’s first snowball hit Luo Ye, who was drinking.
Luo Ye knew that the snowball was flying towards him, but he did not avoid it. He let the big snow ball hit his head and watched the snow fall from the top of his head.
He smiled, bent down, threw a bigger snowball from the ground, and frolicked with the other waiters like a child.
When Lin Wanyu walked to the door of the villa, Luo Ye was already playing and sweating. His 300,000 suit has been mottled, all with snowball marks from being hit. And the snowballs he threw did not seem to have much power, some could hit the waiter, some were aimless.
Lin Wanyu couldn't help thinking, hasn't Luo Ye never played a snowball fight? Which Luo Ye is the real one? Is he letting go of everything and playing like a child, or is he who has a cold face and shows no mercy to the enemy
Men are really complicated animals. The better the man, the harder it is to understand...
A snowball hit Lin Wanyu's chest impartially. She looked down at the snow mark on the new jacket, and then looked up to see Luo Ye's smirk.
She bit her lip, slammed down and grabbed a ball of snow, screaming and rushing towards Luo Ye.
The wooden stairs were covered with thick snow and slipped a bit. Lin Wanyu accidentally lost her center of gravity. She gave a short scream and fell down from the stairs—
Li Yifeng exclaimed immediately, it was too late to help his cousin—
Luo Ye appeared where he should be, caught Lin Wanyu with his arms, hugged her waist, and let her feet fall slowly and safely on the snow.
For a moment, Lin Wanyu felt that she could not breathe at all. The fluttering snow, the life-saving hug, this is simply the romantic scene she dreams of—
Luo Ye's smirk undermined the atmosphere, "What are you? Are you suicide attack?"
Lin Wanyu suddenly came back to her senses, remembering the snowball she was still holding tightly in her hand. She played herself as a bad girl who had never stepped in, and wickedly slapped the snowball on the back of Luo Ye's head to make Xue Tuan's The fragments fell into Luo Ye's neck, and he looked at him grinning cheerfully.
She laughed carefree, "You idiot! Hahaha!" This is the first time she hasn't said "thank you" to Luo Ye. This feeling is difficult to summarize in words.
"Oh, isn't it?" Luo Ye bared his teeth, he didn't know when another big snowball appeared in his hand, "You are a fool too!"
"Ah—" Lin Wanyu laughed and screamed, and started to escape, but she was too close to Luo Ye, and she turned her back to him unwisely.
Luo Ye grabbed Lin Wanyu by the collar and stuffed the entire snowball into her neck.
Lin Wanyu jumped and screamed like a little madman on the boundless snow. Although the snow melted, although it was icy, her face was flushed with a childlike smile, as if she had returned to her childhood again.
She grabbed two snowballs, one to Luo Ye, and the other to Li Yifeng, who was surprised.
Her snowball was light and slow, but neither man chose to avoid it.
Isn't it a joy to be hit and look at the other person laughing
Li Yifeng laughed out loud, rolled up his sleeves and walked down the steps to join the snowball melee.
In the melee, Yuan Xingmei stood quietly in the tent, maintaining her usual indifferent attitude. Every ten seconds, she observes everything around her from the corner of her eye.
In addition, three people did not join the snowball melee.
Those three workers.