Chang Wenjing's words caused Zhang Feng to fall into contemplation. He frowned and looked at the endless sea outside the window, the waves churning in the eyes of the stars.
The windless three-foot waves on the sea will never subside.
"Hey, hey, what do you think? Isn't it an imminent thing? As for making you a big man, so melancholy?"
Chang Wenxin stretched out her small hand and dangled in front of Zhang Feng, and stared at Zhang Feng with contempt.
"Smelly girl, how old are you, teach me?"
Zhang Feng glared at her, picked up the wine bottle and poured himself wine until the glass was dry.
"Why are you drinking like this, God's blood, you said it, you are not afraid of fragments?" Chang Wenxin was very dissatisfied and reached out to grab the bottle, "I don't have the ability to take care of two people!"
She is also a martial artist. Although her cultivation base is not high, her speed is surprisingly fast, which may be related to her cultivation technique. Zhang Feng inadvertently grabbed the bottle by her.
Zhang Feng didn't let go, Chang Wenxin didn't let go, and the two stared and confronted each other.
"Let go!"
"Don't let go!"
"It's just a bottle of wine, I can't get drunk!"
"Who believe it!"
Chang Wenxin is the eldest lady who has a temper. She doesn't listen to anyone's words or believe them. No matter what you are, you just have to follow her temper.
The typical smooth donkey, combed against the hair, must be awkward.
"Bad girl, believe it or not, I beat you?" Zhang Feng was also a stubborn temper, squinting his eyes threateningly.
Chang Wenxin was really not afraid, she stared and shouted: "If you have the ability, you can do it. If this lady screams, you are my father!"
"what is it call?"
"father!"
"Eh!"
Zhang Feng let go of the wine bottle, sat down on the chair, and stuck a piece of sausage with a fork, stuffed it into his mouth, chewing slowly, aftertaste.
Chang Wenxin grabbed it and looked at Zhang Feng with a dull expression.
"Dad?" She said again inconceivably.
"Eh, good girl!"
Zhang Feng smiled leisurely and continued to eat the food on the table. The sausage tasted ordinary, but the bacon was good.
He never thought Western food was delicious, and he was filling his stomach.
"I... I was beeping!" Chang Wenxin almost lifted the table angrily, not that she didn't want to, but Zhang Feng was pressing the table, but she didn't lift it.
Stubborn
To lift off, Zhang Feng was still pressed firmly.
"You tore my clothes and took advantage of me. Now you are taking advantage of my mother. Believe it or not, I called my father over and strangled you?"
Chang Wenxin's nose was tilted with anger, and pouting her mouth to threaten Zhang Feng with death.
The problem is that Zhang Feng's ninth-level cultivation base is really not afraid.
"I didn't take advantage of your mother..." Zhang Feng said, always feeling that something was wrong, and shrugged as if he hadn't said anything.
Chang Wenxin was very angry, and found that Zhang Feng would not accept the move. After thinking about it for a long time, he reacted, scolded herself, and was scolded by Zhang Feng again.
"Asshole, this lady knocks you to death!" She stood up, carrying the wine bottle, and she was about to use the wine bottle to break Zhang Feng's head.
Not afraid, Zhang Feng pointed to the chair and motioned for Chang Wenxin to sit down.
"You don't believe it?" Chang Wenxin asked loudly.
"Believe!" Zhang Feng shook his head and laughed. "But before that, I will press you on the table, spank you, help your parents, and teach you a good and willful eldest lady!"
Chang Wenxin was not afraid of being so threatened by others, or even dismissed it, but the threat came from Zhang Feng, so it was a bit scary.
Ninth-rank martial artist, said that according to her, with her cultivation base of less than sixth-rank, there is no room for resistance at all.
Putting down the wine bottle and pretending to trim her short hair, Chang Wenxin sat back in the chair, pretending to be magnanimous: "This lady is not as knowledgeable as barbarians!"
Zhang Feng was too lazy to argue with a little girl about who the barbarian was. He picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a glass of wine. He hesitated and poured a glass for Chang Wenxin.
"Is it eighteen years old?"
"I am twenty years old, I am in my second year of university this year!" Chang Wenxin emphasized that he can drink.
Then she picked up the wine glass and got bored.
It was only red wine, but it made her face soared with a red cloud, and she actually got on her face.
"Could you pour a cup too, right?" Zhang Feng asked in amazement.
Taking care of two female drunks, with his patience, is also unsuccessful.
"Who, who is drinking a glass, it's the first time I'm drinking!" Chang Wenxin looked arrogant, and poured himself another glass after speaking, and toasted to Zhang Feng.
"I was also unlucky and wanted to drink, but the wine friend was a little girl drinking for the first time. Forget it, it's me.
Drink it! "Zhang Feng grabbed the bottle and poured himself a large glass of red wine. He drank it all, and then poured the wine again.
Chang Wenxin's eyes were a little blurred, her drinking volume was not bad, but very bad, not much better than Li Jiangying.
She shook her head, pestered her chin to watch Zhang Feng drink, and suddenly said, "Hey, Zhang Feng, you look so handsome when drinking. Drink another one for this lady to see."
It's like a command duck.
Zhang Feng glared at her, continued to pour the wine, and then drank it all in one stroke. His posture was heroic and archaic, just like a sad hero who was drinking silently.
Chang Wenxin looked more and more blurred, wondering whether he was drunk or drunk.
Watching Zhang Feng finish drinking a bottle of red wine, opening a second bottle, and then drinking it again, she said in a quick and slow tone: "Zhang Feng, you are also a rich person, or a 9th grade master. Sister Xiaoying is just an ordinary woman, so you can go directly to the harem. As for drinking boring wine here, I despise you!"
He spoke with a gesture of contempt with his hand.
Zhang Feng glared at her, and said in a deep voice: "Eighteen years old, still a child, what do you know? Women are not playthings, you need a few if you want, that kind of man, the least thing!"
"Oh, uncle, I don't think you are still a dedicated person." Chang Wenxin said in a ridiculous tone, expressing an irony.
Zhang Feng ignored her, but didn't want her to continue to say, "A relationship is a responsibility. You have great ability. Take Sister Xiaoying around and take care of her with sincerity. It's better for her. Don't you understand?"
"Huh?" Zhang Feng was confused, looking puzzled.
"How many men don't care about it these years?" Chang Wenxin climbed on the table and continued to look at Zhang Feng with blurred eyes. His tone became unpredictable. "But, men's carelessness is not terrible, terrible. There is no sense of responsibility. Once a man has a sense of responsibility, even if he is bothered, so what?"
Zhang Feng looked at her in astonishment, his mouth cramped.
What kind of theory is this, what an eighteen-year-old girl said
"My dad and my grandfather are like this. There are a lot of women, but every woman is well taken care of by them. They are safe and stable for a lifetime. There is still money to spend. Who dares to say that they are unhappy?" Chang Wen Xin curled her lips and fell asleep after speaking.
(End of this chapter)