The newly married reborn cold-faced boss dotes on his delicate wife

When Yang Jinfeng came in, the two men had already drunk two or three bottles of wine and their faces were red.

Looks like a drinking contest.

She walked straight towards Wei Dong and poured him a glass of water. But when she turned around, she took the opportunity to pour a packet of white powder into the glass and then gave it to Wei Dong.

Yang Jinfeng complained, "You can't drink, but you still drink so much. Come on, drink some tea to calm down."

Wei Dong had drunk too much and his tongue was a little thick, but he still refused to give in. He looked at Li Changpu who was sitting beside him with a smile on her face, as if she was making fun of his poor alcohol tolerance. He forced himself to say, "Who... who said I can't... drink? I... can drink."

Wei Dong picked up the wine bottle on the dining table and shook it. "There's no more wine." He stretched out his arm and gestured to Yang Jinfeng, "Jinfeng, go and get some more wine. I haven't tasted it yet."

Li Changpu talked to him, and he looked fine, except that his face was a little red. He still spoke in a coherent manner, "I won't drink anymore, Weidong. You're drunk. I should go home too."

My wife is still waiting at home.

Wei Dong suddenly grabbed him and said, "Don't...don't go. I'm...not drunk. Let's drink some more."

His face was red. "From now on... I won't be able to get a drink." Wei Dong smiled happily and said, "My wife takes care of me. Today, it's all thanks to you... She gave you face."

Yang Jinfeng thought of the drug she had put into the wine, and said hurriedly, "Yes, Captain Li, you are leaving now, who will drink with him in the future? Just drink to your heart's content at once."

Li Changpu waved his hands and said modestly, "I can't drink anymore. If I drink any more, I'll get drunk and make a fool of myself."

Yang Jinfeng said anxiously, "What a joke! Don't be afraid of getting drunk. If you get drunk, just rest here. Just treat this place as your home."

Wei Dong burped, "That's right, my brother's home is...your home, don't...be polite to me."

Afraid that Li Changpu would leave, Yang Jinfeng trotted off to get the wine without waiting for his answer.

Wei Dong touched the cup and quickly drank the water. However, he didn't know whether he drank it too quickly or what, but he suddenly stood up, squatted to one side, and vomited into the iron basin.

Seeing him like this, Li Changpu laughed and said, "Weidong, you said you weren't drunk, but you vomited several times."

He won.

Li Changpu showed a proud expression, "I haven't given you the drink yet!"

He said, "You can't do it anymore. Forget it. I'll stop drinking today."

Wei Dong wiped his mouth and said, "I am... full, not drunk. You... sit down and drink. You are not allowed to... leave."

Everyone says that Li Changpu can drink a lot, but Wei Dong is also famous for his good alcohol tolerance. Let's see who can get the better of the other today.

Yang Jinfeng came in with a bottle of white wine. Wei Dong's eyes lit up when he saw it and took it. "Look how generous my wife is. This is the best wine in my house."

He poured a cup for Li Changpu first, "Drink."

Li Changpu saw Wei Dong's drunken look and thought that Wei Dong would not give up until he got drunk, so he took the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Forget it, I'll just pretend to be nice so I can go home earlier.

To stay undefeated at the drinking table, one must not only have a good alcohol tolerance, but also good acting skills.

He drank a glass, put his bony fingers against his forehead, and looked dizzy. "This wine... is strong."

He shook his red hands, and his tongue was a little big. He sighed twice, "No, I really can't drink anymore."

Wei Dong first pointed at Li Changpu and laughed twice, "You don't... that's enough."

Seeing that Li Changpu didn't move, he continued to wonder, this wine is so strong that one glass is not enough.

Wei Dong was about to pour himself a glass to try, but Yang Jinfeng slapped his hand away, "Don't drink it."

Yang Jinfeng never panicked in front of Wei Dong. Even when she did those shameful things in front of him, she was not afraid.

Yang Jinfeng said, "How much have you drunk today? Why are you still drinking!"

Seeing that Yang Jinfeng was unhappy, Wei Dong took back the hand holding the bottle, "Wife, don't be unhappy, I won't drink it."

Seeing that Li Changpu had already fallen on the table, unconscious, but Wei Dong was still dazed and hadn't closed his eyes, Yang Jinfeng took the cup and ordered Wei Dong, "I poured water for you, why don't you drink it?"

Wei Dong quickly took it and said, "I'll drink it. My wife poured it for me, so I will definitely drink it."

He drank the rest of the tea and smiled at Yang Jinfeng, "Drink it, wife."

Wei Dong felt dizzy and thought it was because of the alcohol. He held Yang Jinfeng's hand in a daze and said, "Wife, you are so good to me... You care... about me and even give me... water to drink. Wife, thank... you... I..."

Before he could finish his words, he fell headfirst onto the table.

Yang Jinfeng saw that he was dizzy, looked at Li Changpu who was also taking Chinese medicine opposite him, and then looked at Wei Dong.

for a long time.

She pulled her arm out of Wei Dong's hand.

Then, he walked towards Li Changpu.

Yang Jinfeng walked over to Li Changpu, squatted down and went to see him.

This was the first time she could look at him carefully and closely.

This was something she could only do in her dreams, but now it had actually come true.

Yang Jinfeng reached out and stroked his face gently, as if she was afraid of disturbing someone who was sleeping soundly.

Her fingers touched his thick eyelashes, high nose bridge, and cold thin lips in disbelief.

Her tears fell one by one. It was such a simple thing, but she gave everything for it.

She has nothing left.

Only when facing such a body that could not speak or move could Yang Jinfeng ask her doubts. She looked at the man in front of her with eyes full of obsession. She questioned him like a heartless man, and every word was tearful. "Brother Li, why? Why didn't you marry me in the first place?"

The man she had been thinking about frowned anxiously, his lips slightly parted, and he was breathing heavily. Yang Jinfeng saw his red skin exposed at the place where his shirt was unbuttoned. He swallowed his saliva, his Adam's apple rolled rapidly, and he looked extremely uncomfortable...

Yang Jinfeng took Li Changpu's hand and held it. She looked at Li Changpu's tightly closed eyes and said in an obsessed tone, "Don't blame me, I like you too much."

She seemed to beg, and even began to cry like a madman, "Can you help me, be nice to me for once, then I won't feel dirty anymore."

Yang Jinfeng felt that Li Changpu's skin had begun to heat up. She reached out to check and found that Li Changpu's forehead was burning hot.

The medicine worked.

Yang Jinfeng stood up and put her hand on Li Changpu's neck. "Brother Li, I told you, don't try to get rid of me."

Her voice was like a ghost demanding death, eerie and terrifying, "I won't let you go."