After wearing the interstellar, His Majesty is so handsome

Chapter 67 Argument ([-])

Even though he was drunk, the alcoholic still had some senses, knowing that Song Qingji ignored him, and he couldn't help making troubles unreasonably by taking advantage of his drunken madness, completely lacking the demeanor of the past.

Patriarch Song looked at his cousin beside him, and suddenly felt a severe headache.

"Mingtian, you're drunk. Sit down quickly and argue with the younger generation. You'll just make some jokes."

Patriarch Song pressed the alcoholic to sit down with all his strength. The alcoholic sat on the seat and struggled, and Patriarch Song had to put his arms on his shoulders all the time.

This caused Song Mingtian to take a deep breath, and shouted: "Brother, Brother Hall, take it easy, I can't get up, my waist is uncomfortable."

Hearing the words, Patriarch Song relaxed his hands, Song Mingtian straightened his back, and then retorted: "I'm not drunk, who says I'm drunk? I'm not drunk after a thousand cups, and I don't care about the younger generation. It's obviously him who is right. I don't respect, I gave him a drink and he didn't drink it, I brought it with my own hands. There are so many people present, I don't feel ashamed. It's just a joke to let him have a drink? It's his fault if he wants to make a fuss !"

The person on Song Mingtian's right was also drunk. After hearing Mingtian's words, he said drunkenly, "This guy is still organized when he's drunk."

"Yes, yes, that is to say." The other person echoed in a daze.

"Oh, what are you talking about? What is clear? Oh, I see, I can still see clearly, my room is not so dark." The next person continued.

"Know what? Can you tell that my wife and I sleep in separate rooms? Have you drawn a clear line? This is a secret, but don't let the master find out, I don't want to make a joke." The latter continued shortly in confusion. Hearing what the previous person was saying, he subconsciously took the words.

The person next to me caught the keyword and felt sad: "Daughter-in-law? Yesterday my daughter-in-law punished me again. I've had enough. I want a divorce, woo woo woo..."

His cry surprised the next one, who seemed to think of something, and wailed: "Ahhhhh! The master is not fair, why did he take such a black and ugly tigress for me? He is bigger than me. She's still dark, mom, you definitely don't want to see a baby like this."

"What is a tigress, can it be eaten? It must be very difficult to eat, why are you so sad, is it not as delicious as the animal meat I ate when I left the galaxy last time?"

"Beast meat, I want to eat it too, I'll try it at the food court some other day."

"Shige, I have no money. I have quite a lot of shares in the Song Group, but my wife only gives me [-] star coins a week. I can only drink nutrient solution at all."

After these sentences, the building has already crooked into a corner.From Song Qingji to the daughter-in-law, from the daughter-in-law to the old mother, and finally to eating.

Song Mingtian didn't care about these things, but the group of people behind him chatted with each other, even though they talked about the wrong words.

Patriarch Song couldn't help but a black line rose on his forehead when he heard the words of the drunkards behind him.

"Brother Hall, what was I talking about just now? I forgot again. I'm getting older, and my memory is not good." Song Mingtian hammered his head with his hand, and was told by the group that he didn't know that he had just chatted. what topic.

Is it the old mother at home?It's still animal meat in the food court.

Forget it, I don't want to.

Song Qingji saw Song Mingtian calling a topic, and after knowing that he was fine, he relaxed and sat slumped on the chair, feeling overwhelmed for a long time.

After resting, he was about to drink sad tea to calm his shock, but before he thought about it, Song Mingtian came over with the wine again.

"Good nephew, come, uncle toast you a cup, why are you still drinking tea and wine, come here. Uncle will fill you up."

After Patriarch Song thought that Song Mingtian had forgotten about this matter, and thought that he would never look for Song Qingji again, he didn't expect that just after letting go, Song Mingtian ran up to Song Qingji and asked him to drink.

Really bad.

Song Mingtian picked up the new wine glass next to the table and began to pour wine into it.

When it is full, hand it over to Song Qingji.

Song Qingji took it numbly.Taking a sip in his mouth, he put the wine glass back on the table.

Seeing that the glass of wine hadn't been drunk, Song Mingtian couldn't help but regretfully said: "My good nephew, why did you drink so much, you don't respect uncle at all! Huh? Drink it!"

Song Qingji: "..."

Patriarch Song felt a sense of déjà vu, and quickly called Song Mingtian: "Why did you go to drink for Qing Ji again? Didn't he tell you that he wouldn't drink?"

Song Mingtian turned his head and said puzzledly: "Brother Hall, when did he say it, why don't I know, I've been here all the time."

The head of the Song family put his hand on his forehead.

"Okay, stop making trouble and come back quickly." Patriarch Song urged, for fear that something would happen to him.

"Did he really say that he won't drink my wine? No, I want him to drink the wine I poured myself. The elders have poured wine for him. He will drink it. If he doesn't drink it, he won't drink it." Song Mingtian was not convinced. road.

"Why am I so tired sitting with you?" Patriarch Song muttered.

He is doubting life.

Helpless, he got up and pulled Song Mingtian again, trying to pull him back to his seat.

Unexpectedly, Song Mingtian struggled and broke away from Patriarch Song directly.

At this time, Song Mingtian was drinking heavily. He picked up his wine glass and said loudly: "Everyone, I am happy today. I would like to toast you."

After he finished speaking, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

He babbled when he finished, and then said: "I drank a whole cup, and you should do the same to show your sincerity." After finishing speaking, he paused, and then said, "However, I saw someone who didn't drink my cup. liquor."

It was too late for Patriarch Song to shut him up. He didn't expect Song Mingtian to be so capable of messing up things when he was drunk.

Song Mingtian spoke towards the male, and just as he finished speaking, a group of drunkards followed suit: "Who, why didn't you drink the wine toasted by my brother Tian, ​​you must be tired of work."

"Which kid is so bold." Brother Tian is the one closest to the direct line, with an immeasurable future, and it's too late for them to curry favor with him.

"Brother Tian, ​​don't worry, we will definitely let him drink the wine you toasted today." One person patted his chest and promised.

"Brother Tian, ​​where is he? Why didn't we see him?"

"Yes, yes, at least let's see who it is."

"Let's see which kid is disrespectful to Brother Tian."

Song Mingtian's heart was about to flutter when they said it.

He coughed in a serious manner, pointed to the person on his left and said, "No, that's him."

The drunkards looked over and couldn't help being taken aback.

This is--

Patriarch!
how?Brother Tian is crazy!

Patriarch Song felt that Song Mingtian was pointing at him just now, and now another group of people were looking at him, and his face turned black.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

As if sensing the surrounding atmosphere, Song Mingtian looked at the group of drunkards suspiciously.

Use your eyes to signal, why don't you speak?

The drunkards winked at him one after another.

Song Mingtian felt that the eyes of this group of people were twitching when they were drinking.

Not sure why.

Finally, one person broke the stalemate: "Patriarch, I didn't say anything just now, really, I didn't want you to drink his wine."

Standing up tremblingly.

When one person spoke, the others spoke much more smoothly, begging for mercy: "Patriarch, I didn't mean that."

"Patriarch, I didn't mean that either. I didn't know Brother Tian was talking about you before."

After this group of people got drunk, they lost their previous shrewdness and calculations.Some are just the most natural reactions in my heart.

Song Mingtian listened in a daze, and corrected him: "When did I say that I let the Patriarch drink?"

"Just now."

"You still pointed at the Patriarch."

Song Ming was in a hurry: "What the hell, open your dog eyes and see, who am I talking about!"

(End of this chapter)