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I'm going to cook! I shouldn't have time to cook now. If we drink some wine, the rice should be ready!

Zeng Xueyi said, put down the wine bottle, and went to wash rice and cook.

Tongdao Xu stopped her, Mr. Zeng! Forget it, you see so many dishes on the table, let's eat enough, don't go busy! Besides, I usually can't eat after drinking, you go now After cooking, I probably won't eat it for a while!

This……

Zeng Xueyi hesitated a little, I'm so sorry, I invited you to dinner, but I forgot to cook it.

Tongdao Xu smiled and shook his head, It's okay, President Zeng, don't be so polite with me, sit down! Let's have two drinks.

Okay, okay!

Zeng Xueyi laughed at herself, and after sitting down, raised her own goblet, Come on! Mr. Xu, thank you today, I was at the skating rink before, if you hadn't helped me out, I don't know what would have happened later! I didn't expect to go ice skating and encounter that kind of bad thing.

I just told you not to be polite to me, are you still so polite?

Tongdao Xu raised his glass with a smile, touched the goblet in her hand, and took a sip with a smile.

A little astringent.

But it doesn't matter, drinking with a beautiful woman like Zeng Xueyi, and seeing her more, makes my heart happy enough. What does it matter how the wine tastes?

Zeng Xueyi, who was sitting opposite him, also took a sip, put down the wine glass, and picked up the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, and he also greeted Xu Tongdao, Mr. Xu! Eat the vegetables! You're welcome! Eat more, I don't have any food for you today. Yes, hehe.

...

The two chatted while eating, drinking, and initially, the atmosphere was a bit stiff.

After all, they didn't have any personal relationships before, they didn't know each other well enough, and they didn't eat or drink together in private.

But alcohol can sometimes really act as a lubricant.

After two glasses of wine, both of which are not very good, the mind is a little dizzy. When the mind is dizzy, there are more words, and then chatting and chatting, the atmosphere on the table becomes more and more harmonious.

The topics of conversation are getting wider and wider.

For example: Mr. Zeng, who do you look like? So good-looking, like your father? Or like your mother? By the way, do you have a sister? Haha.

For example: Mr. Xu,

Are you really only 19 this year? Your family should be in good condition, right? You are so young and you have so much money to do business. Uncles and aunts really give you money to exercise!

For example: Mr. Zeng, are you afraid that you have slept in such a big house recently?

For example: Mr. Xu, you really look like your cock cousin, you know? When I first saw him, I really thought you two were brothers, really!

and many more.

Looking at her pretty face up close, because of the effect of alcohol, it is getting redder and redder, the kind that is rosy in white, like a peach blossom, Xu Tongdao chatted with her on his mouth, and touched her from time to time, but the grass in his heart was The longer the more prosperous.

He suddenly had an urge to imitate Ximen Qing from Water Margin.

He remembered that when Ximen Qing hooked up with Pan Jinlian back then, it seemed that when he was drinking with Pan Jinlian, he deliberately dropped the chopsticks on the ground, and then when he bent down to pick up the chopsticks, he reached out to grab Pan Jinlian's little feet...

Don't say it, this idea is really exciting to think about.

Makes him cringe.

I wonder how Zeng Xueyi would react if he did this?

Is it like Pan Jinlian's refusal and welcome?

Or kick him in the face?

It's a pity that his reason is too strong, suppressing his impetuous thoughts.

The atmosphere at the table was still so harmonious.

Although he suppressed the idea of ​​imitating Ximen Qing, he felt that he still had a chance today.

—Thanks to both of them for forgetting to cook today.

Why?

Because they forgot to cook, the two of them could only eat the food on the table tonight to fill their stomachs, and if they were to eat food, it would be embarrassing to eat food without drinking alcohol.

Therefore, the two of them drank the red wine glass by glass.

He didn't say stop, and she didn't say no, stop.

There is an old saying: Good day, beautiful scenery and wine as a matchmaker.

This still makes sense.

Today may not be a good day, but as night falls outside the window and lights are lit in the house, the atmosphere is indeed getting better and better.

Unconsciously, after having drank the second bottle of red wine and half a bottle, Zeng Xueyi's mood suddenly became depressed.

Because when she was talking to Xu Tongdao with a glass of wine, her eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the wedding photo on the living room wall.

At that time, her eyes were not right, and the smile on her face also faded a lot, her brows climbed to a sad look, she lowered her head with drunk eyes, and said in a low voice, I went to the temple a few days ago to put incense, and I asked the master to do the math. Fate, you know? I never believed in fate before, but recently I have.

Do you know what the master told me fortune-telling?

Tongdao Xu squinted at her and asked, How did you say it?

Zeng Xueyi lowered her head, The master said that I was born to be a husband, and it was destined that anyone who married me would be beaten by me...

Tongdao Xu frowned, and before she could think of how to comfort her, she suddenly noticed tears falling down her face.

Because her skin was so smooth, the tears flowed down quite fast.

Master said that? Impossible, right?

He was skeptical.

The reason is also very good - the so-called masters of these years, which fortune-telling is not for making money, dare to tell people's fortunes like this, and still want to make money?

Aren't you afraid of being hit?

Zeng Xueyi wiped the tears on her face with one hand, looked up at him, and smiled sadly, It's true, I believe it a little bit, because when I was a child, my grandmother said that I was too good-looking, and when I grew up, it was It's said in the play that it's harmful, look! It's true, otherwise, why would I be a widow at such a young age? Isn't it?

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again.

She wiped the tears on her face with her fingers and the back of her hands, left and right, but because the tears kept pouring out of her eyes, she couldn't wipe them clean.

When Xu Tongdao saw it, he felt a little sympathetic in his heart.

Speaking of fate...he didn't believe it.

But the incredible thing of rebirth happened to him, and he didn't believe in fate as firmly as before.

But how much did he believe in fate?

Neither is that.

He still believes that fate is in his own hands.

Seeing Zeng Xueyi's tears gushing out, he thought about it, got up and walked around the dining table, pulled the dining chair next to her, sat down beside her, and naturally stretched out his hand to wrap her shoulders, and the hand that hugged her shoulders returned. He patted her on the shoulder lightly and comforted her softly: Mr. Zeng, don't take all the responsibilities on your head, which bald donkey said that? Didn't you scold him at the time? Isn't this full of feces? What? Kefu or not? What era is it, and still so feudal and superstitious? Are you right?

The way he hugged her shoulders was too natural, and she was really immersed in sadness at this time, her body was soft, and when he hugged her, she leaned into his arms and was still sobbing.