Chapter 1051: I'm very cold, so I won't take the initiative to kiss you (17)
Feng Qian only paused, then reached out and grabbed Di Zhao's wrist.
The little boy's movements stopped, and he turned his head to look at Feng Qian.
The girl's voice was cold: "Children can't drink."
Di Zhao blinked and wondered, "Isn't it polite?"
Feng Qian paused and said again, "It hurts the body."
"Oh."
Although he was a little puzzled why he couldn't drink, Di Zhao still obediently put down his glass.
The fair hands picked up the chopsticks.
Feng Qian looked back and started eating.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was quite peaceful, and when the people present were talking, Feng Qian would occasionally reply with a slap in the face.
Di Zhao was very quiet, eating for a while and taking a look at the wine.
He glimpsed that the others had been drinking and was curious.
Is it really that delicious?
Although it smells a little strange, it seems that they are very delicious.
Di Zhao was a little confused.
After a quiet meal, he silently tugged the corner of his light clothes.
Feng Qian looked at him.
The child pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Sir, can I taste it?"
"I'm a little curious."
He hasn't drank, so he's curious.
Feng Qian looked at Fragment's look of anticipation, and couldn't bear to refuse.
After a pause, she nodded.
"Um."
The little boy bent his eyes, turned his head, put down his chopsticks, and slowly picked up the wine glass.
When the glass is placed on the lips, the aroma of the wine is more intense.
Di Zhao took a big sip like drinking water.
The wine suddenly poured into his throat, he was choked, his small face wrinkled into a ball, and his fair face also turned crimson because of the violent cough.
Feng Qian calmly patted Di Zhao's back.
The taste and feeling just now made Di Zhao afraid.
He silently put the wine glass away, and there was still a strong taste of wine in his throat.
There is also some discomfort in the stomach.
Di Zhao came to the conclusion that it was not good at all.
Because of this, he wondered why they all seemed to enjoy drinking this?
Obviously not good at all.
Di Zhao regretted a little.
Feng Qian poured a cup of tea for Di Zhao and handed it to the other party. The little boy thanked him obediently, and then drank the tea in it with a small bowl.
Feng Qian wanted to laugh a little.
This time, the shard is really a child.
There are a lot of things that I want to do, which are not allowed by the design, and Feng Qian is also a little panicked.
It was the first time that Di Zhao drank, and obviously he could not drink enough.
Soon after drinking, the wine slowly came up.
The crimson on the boy's face did not dissipate, but gradually spread.
There was also a crimson on the white neck.
My head is also heavy, dizzy, and I really want to sleep.
Di Zhao looked a little blurry.
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, the reaction was obviously drunk.
Is drinking too bad?
Di Zhao lowered his head again, and reached out his other hand to hug Feng Qian's arm.
He said in a low voice, "Sir, can I rely on you?"
Cang Huai also saw this scene, and the little boy was drunk and unconscious.
He said, "Sir, this child is drunk, otherwise you can take him back to rest first."
The wind nodded.
This fell in Di Zhao's eyes, and he agreed to rely on him.
The child tilted his body, leaned his head against Feng Qian's shoulder, closed his eyes, and swept his long eyelashes.
Feng Qian held onto the shard and woven a teleportation array with the other hand. In a blink of an eye, the scene changed and he returned to the mansion.
Di Zhao was still holding Feng Qian's arm, and he was a little unsteady now.
His eyes were closed, his face was pressed against the girl's arm.