Chapter 829: Master, give me a hug? (3)
Feng Qian froze for a moment, then nodded obediently.
The man's beautiful peach eyes were slightly raised, his fingertips retracted, and his delicate and unparalleled face was extremely cold.
A hand held the girl's waist indifferently.
He leaned forward slightly.
The aggressive breath of the man swept in, making people feel the pressure for no reason.
Just one centimeter away from the girl's face, Ye Jue's fingertips just reached the red wine on the table.
Slowly grasping the glass, he retreated slightly, and the hand on the girl's waist did not move.
Ye Jue looked down at the girl slightly, casually squeezed the wine glass, shook it, and put the wine glass to the girl's lips.
"drink."
His voice was low, his tone was cold, and he looked at the girl in front of him with some wicked peach eyes.
"Huh?" Feng Qian blinked, "I drink?"
Why do you want her to drink?
Feng Qian looked at the wine glass in Fragment's hand and pursed his lips.
Drinking will get you drunk.
Can't drink.
But……
The man in front of him seemed to be impatient, frowning slightly, dark eyes surging with darkness.
"Um."
He responded and looked at the girl who was sitting on his lap in silence.
"Oh."
Feng Qian still nodded obediently, and took the wine glass from Ye Jue's hand.
Before drinking, the little girl held the wine glass in both hands and looked up at the person in front of her.
"Can I... get up?"
Oh, such a pose, really... so shameful!
Ye Jue narrowed his eyes.
The wind is a little cowardly.
The little blackened pieces are not cute at all.
Still fierce.
The girl stopped talking, silently held the wine glass, hesitated for a while, and drank the red wine in the wine glass.
After drinking, hand the glass to the other party.
"Drink up."
The little girl has a nice tone.
There was no emotion between the man's brows and eyes, and it was cold.
He suddenly grabbed the girl's waist.
Feng Qian only felt that his body was suddenly suspended in the air, and then he was held by the other party and placed next to him.
Is this... a lift? !
When Feng Qian sat down, Ye Jue picked up the coat that had slipped on the ground with an expressionless face, and threw it aside.
Feng Qian looked at the other party's movements, blinked his eyes, and lowered his head to straighten the hem of the cheongsam.
After a while, Ye Jue leaned over slightly and opened another bottle of red wine.
After opening, the man leaned back lazily, and the thin red lips parted lightly: "Continue."
"what?"
still drink?
Feng Qian looked at the bottle of red wine that had just been opened, and felt a little troubled.
Weird.
Why do you want her to drink?
Feng Qian was thinking about whether to continue drinking when a man in military uniform walked up to them.
Ye Jue glanced at each other lightly.
In a casual tone: "Speak."
After receiving a reply, the man in the military uniform said respectfully: "Admiral, Colonel Ling is outside, saying that he will wash the dust for you."
After listening, Ye Jue lightly curled the corners of his lips.
"His news is well-informed."
When the words fell, Ye Jue put down his long overlapping legs and got up slowly.
When he lifted his foot and walked out, he paused for a moment, and glanced sideways at the girl who was sitting upright.
His gaze stayed for a second, then he withdrew his gaze and left without saying a word.
A man in military uniform followed behind him.
Feng Qian stood up and looked at the chair.
Admiral?
Well, the people before called him Sir.
Alas, after the fragments are blackened, it is difficult to deal with.
do not care.
It's all Your Highness.
It's all hers.
Only then did Feng Qian think of the task that she had forgotten.
Glancing at the red wine opened on the table, Feng Qian moved over and filled the wine glass in his hand.
As soon as the girl got up, a young man in a peaked cap hurried past and bumped into the girl's arm.
The young man hurriedly turned his head and apologized, and hurriedly left.