On the wedding night, the villain husband cried and his eyes turned red

"Shihuan, why are you..."

Deng Wanyu looked at Xu Shihuan and felt that she looked very strange at this time. Then she saw Wen Yidi being held in her arms, looking resigned to her fate, and immediately stood up:

"If this is the party you are talking about, then I don't have to attend it!"

With that said, Deng Wanyu turned around and prepared to leave. At this time, Xu Shihuan let go of Wen Yidi, the smile on his face was no longer there, and he said in a deep voice:

"Wanyu, what's wrong with you today? You're so dissatisfied with everyone? How about this, you punish yourself with three drinks, and just treat what you just said as if you didn't say it?"

As she said that, she glanced at Wen Yidi beside her and reminded:

"What are you still waiting for? Why don't you quickly pour some wine for Miss Deng?"

Before Wen Yidi could pick up the jug, Deng Wanyu said angrily:

"No, I don't want to attend such a gathering for a moment. I'll just leave on my own. Mr. Wen, you are the emperor's personal royal merchant, why do you do whatever they ask you to do? Let's go! Today I want to see who dares to stop you."

After saying that, she reached out and grabbed Wen Yidi's sleeve. But what Deng Wanyu didn't expect was that Wen Yidi ducked sideways and she missed the opportunity.

"Ms. Deng, no one forced Wen. Wen did it voluntarily. It was all because of me today that I ruined everyone's taste. Wen punished himself with three drinks. I hope everyone will not be the same as me."

As he spoke, Wen Yidi poured three glasses of wine neatly and drank them all one sip after another. After three more drinks, Wen Yidi's expression became dazed even though he had a good drink capacity.

Seeing him like this, Deng Wanyu showed an expression of hatred, then turned and left. As soon as she went out, there was a buzz of discussion in the private room.

"Ms. Deng is here to have fun today, right? With her like this, who would dare to work with her in the future?"

"That's right, the people here today are all young men. It's hard for us to get together. It should be a pleasure to have a beautiful woman as our companion while chatting. Who knew her reaction would be so big?"

"According to this, in the future when Deng Wanyu is around, we won't even be able to stand next to a woman? Or is it that she is angry not at us, but at Mr. Wen?"

"Xu Tanhua, you are more familiar with her. Why do you think Miss Deng has such a big reaction?"

Xu Shihuan chuckled and said in a disdainful tone:

"This person is different from others. I think today's arrangements are very good, especially Mr. Wen..."

As she spoke, she stretched out a hand, lifted Wen Yidi's chin, and smiled at the others on the table:

"She's a bit prettier than the girls around you! Come on, come on! Let's not talk about the spoilers. The girl next to me drank a lot just now. Now it's time for the girls around you to have a few drinks. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, others cheered with smiles:

"Wen Yidi is so lucky to meet someone like Xu Tanhua, who knows how to cherish her."

The gentlemen were also very aware of the situation and immediately toasted everyone at the table. Their nice words came out like they were free of charge, making everyone laugh again and again.

Some dishonest people have already begun to touch the girl next to them. Xu Shihuan also followed suit, leaning most of his body against Wen Yidi's body, and his hands refused to move for a moment.

Those present did not expect Xu Shihuan to be so bold, and everyone stared at them intentionally or unintentionally. Within a moment, Wen Yidi's face turned red, whether from drunkenness or embarrassment.

In this situation, Wen Yidi should have felt ashamed. He is a man, like a prostitute in the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion, drinking and laughing, letting others play with him.

However, once the person next to him became Xu Shihuan, the situation was completely different. Not only did he not feel ashamed, but he felt some inexplicable impulse welling up in his heart.

When Xu Shihuan's hands wandered around his waist, he felt an stimulating feeling in his heart, and he even wanted more. Feeling her pinch his buttocks hard several times, Wen Yidi couldn't help but bite his lower lip to prevent himself from making a shameful sound.

Although Xu Shihuan was dishonest, he did not forget to observe Wen Yidi's performance. She noticed that Wen Yidi was a little drunk, so she whispered into his ear:

"After a while, they ask you to toast, so don't move. I will find a way to stop you. The food on the table is pretty good. You can eat what you should without any worries."

Mr. Song, who was next to Wen Yidi, was observing their every move from time to time. Seeing Xu Shihuan and Wen Yidi biting their ears, he quickly said loudly:

"What are Xu Tanhua saying to Mr. Wen? Why don't you speak louder so that we can listen too."

Xu Shihuan clearly felt Wen Yidi's body stiffen. She quickly grabbed Wen Yidi's hand, shook it hard, and signaled him not to worry, and then smiled:

"I told him to stay away from the guy next to me named Song. I have a mysophobia and I don't want to share anything with others."

The others didn't see the twists and turns in this, and thought Xu Shihuan was joking with them, so they all agreed. Only the young master named Song looked extremely ugly, but he did not dare to say anything more.

After a while, everyone at the table drank a lot, and their spirits gradually began to rise. Zhang Chuang, the concubine of the Minister of War, stood up unsteadily and said coquettishly:

"I'm tired of watching women's performances. Wen Yidi, how about you go to the lobby on the first floor and dance a song so that we can see it when we open the window?"

The private room suddenly became quiet and the door was closed. It didn't matter how much fun they had, but the request Zhang Chuang made now was tantamount to pressing Wen Yidi's face to the ground.

Wen Yidi's face suddenly showed some embarrassment. If he danced this dance today, it might not be what it would be like outside. If he didn't jump, he wouldn't be able to explain to Zhang Chuang.

"Wen Yidi, come here!"

Zhang Chuang smiled and stretched out his hand to wave him over. Xu Shihuan still looked indifferent, but his hands under the table were silently clenched into fists.

When Wen Yidi walked in front of Zhang Chuang, he was about to explain a few words, but Zhang Chuang stretched out his hand and pinched Wen Yidi's throat:

"Who do you think you are? How dare you disobey me?"

When the people next to him saw this scene, they stepped back involuntarily. Although Zhang Chuang was the concubine of the Minister of War, he was the only one in his family who was good at reading, and he was quite favored by his father.

In this imperial examination, although he was not listed in the first class, he was the first among the second class. In other words, no one would dare to offend Wen Yidi, a cheap businessman.

The sound of the wine glass breaking suddenly broke the tense atmosphere. I saw Xu Shihuan looking like he was drunk and swaying. He barely pushed himself up and stood up. His face didn't look good.