Chapter 1051 I Am Very Cold, so I Will Not Take the Initiative to Kiss You (17)
Feng Qian only paused, then reached out and grabbed Di Zhao's wrist.
The young boy paused and turned his head to look at Feng Qian.
The girl's voice was cold: "Children can't drink alcohol."
Di Zhao blinked, wondering: "Isn't it polite?"
Feng Qian paused, and said again: "It hurts the body."
"oh."
Although he was a little puzzled as to why he couldn't drink, Di Zhao obediently put down his glass.
The little white hand picked up the chopsticks.
Feng Qian looked away and began to eat.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was quite harmonious. The people present were discussing, and Feng Qian would occasionally answer and respond.
Di Zhao was very quiet, eating food for a while and looking at the wine.
He caught a glimpse of the others drinking and was curious.
Is it really that delicious?
Although it smells a bit strange, judging from their reactions, it seems to be delicious.
Di Zhao was a little confused.
After quietly eating for a while, he silently tore off the corner of his light clothes.
Feng Qian looked at him.
The child pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Master, can I have a taste?"
"I'm a little curious."
He hadn't drunk alcohol, so he was curious.
Feng Qian looked at Shard with an expectant look on his face, and couldn't bear to refuse.
After a pause, she nodded.
"Um."
The young boy bent his eyes, turned his head, put down the chopsticks, and slowly picked up the wine glass.
Put the wine glass to your lips, and the aroma of the wine will be more intense.
Di Zhao took a big gulp like drinking water.
The wine suddenly poured into his throat, he was choked, his little face wrinkled into a ball, and his fair face turned crimson from the violent cough.
Feng Qian patted Di Zhao on the back calmly.
Di Zhao was terrified by the taste and feeling just now.
He silently put the wine glass farther away, the strong smell of wine was still in his throat.
There is also some discomfort in the stomach.
Di Zhao came to the conclusion that it was not good to drink at all.
Because of this, he wondered, why did they all seem to enjoy drinking this?
Obviously not good at all.
Di Zhao felt a little regretful.
Feng Qian poured a cup of tea for Di Zhao, and handed it to Di Zhao. The young boy thanked Di Zhao obediently, and then drank the tea in the small bowl with a gulp.
Feng Qian wanted to laugh a little.
This time the fragment was indeed a child.
There are a lot of things that I want to do, which are not allowed by the human design, and Feng Qian is a little panicked.
After all, it was the first time for Di Zhao to drink alcohol, so obviously he couldn't handle alcohol either.
Not long after drinking, the alcohol slowly came up.
The blush on the boy's face did not dissipate, but gradually spread.
There was also a crimson color on the fair neck.
My head is also heavy, dizzy, and I really want to sleep.
Di Zhao looked vaguely at people.
The little boy turned his head, lowered his head, and reached out to grab Feng Qian's wrist.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes blurred.
"My lord, I'm so dizzy."
Feng Qian looked at Di Zhao, and his reaction was obviously drunk.
Is drinking too bad?
Di Zhao lowered his head again, and stretched out his other hand, hugging Feng Qian's arm.
He said in a low voice, "my lord, can I rely on you?"
Cang Huai also saw this scene, and the young boy was so drunk that he became unconscious.
He said: "My lord, this child is drunk, or you can take him back to rest first."
Feng Qian nodded.
This fell in Di Zhao's eyes, which means he agreed with him.
The child tilted his body, leaning his head against Feng Qian's shoulder, his eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes swept across.
Feng Qian supported the fragments, and weaved the teleportation array with the other hand. In the blink of an eye, the scene changed and he returned to the mansion.
Di Zhao is still holding Feng Qian's arm, he is a little unsteady now.
Eyes closed, side face pressed against the girl's arm.