After getting the marriage certificate, she was spoiled by her rich husband

Under the moonlight.

The woman tilted her head slightly, the moonlight gently caressing her delicate little face, her creamy skin glowing, a few strands of hair brushing her cheeks in the wind, her eyes and brows full of tenderness and comfort, it was truly pleasing to the eye.

Mo Beiting's hand holding the wine bottle stopped in mid-air. He raised his eyes slightly, staring straight at her, a light flashed in his deep eyes.

Chu Wenyao followed Fang Tingting's words, looked up at the moon, then turned his gaze back and looked at Fang Tingting without blinking, with undisguised appreciation in his eyes: "Yes, it's really beautiful."

Mo Beiting glared at him fiercely and tightened his grip on the wine bottle slightly.

Chu Wenyao, however, had a happy look on his face, completely unaware of the dangerous look. He rested his hands leisurely on the armrests of the chair, staring at Fang Tingting with infatuated eyes.

"Such a beautiful scene, accompanied by a beautiful woman, and a glass of wine in hand, is truly a great joy in life. At this moment, I really want to pick up my brush and capture all of this in my painting."

Shen Qingfeng shook the wine glass and couldn't help but sigh, his face full of intoxicated expression.

Chu Wenyao looked disgusted when he heard this, frowned and teased: "Don't paint, it's time to drink and chat. As soon as you pick up the paintbrush, you are like a crazy person, completely ignoring the people around you."

"This is art, you don't understand." Shen Qingfeng raised his head slightly, with a bit of pride and persistence.

Mo Beiting had a blank expression on his face. He raised the bottle and took a sip. He said calmly, "As Nietzsche said, those who cannot hear the music think those who dance are crazy."

Chu Wenyao: “…”

Okay, okay, you are all teasing him on purpose, right?

Row.

Everyone is happy.

"Anyway, I am someone who can hear music."

Chu Wenyao shrugged and glared at Mo Beiting.

Shen Qingfeng looked excited and leaned forward: "Look, Beiting understands art."

Mo Beiting looked at the wine bottle in his hand with his black eyes, but his eyes swept to the opposite side intentionally or unintentionally, and his fingers gently stroked the bottle.

"Ms. Fang, we were just joking. We like to joke around normally. I also know a little about art. I often go to Qingfeng's art exhibitions." Chu Wenyao hurriedly explained to Fang Tingting, fearing that he would leave a bad impression on her.

Fang Tingting smiled at him awkwardly, "Yeah, it's good."

The way these three usually play and tease each other is a bit special.

They are each other's bad friends, so their relationship should be pretty good.

But how could Chu Wenyao explain this to her specifically?

She didn't pay much attention to him.

At this moment, Butler Zhou came over.

Seeing so many guests present, he bent down and leaned close to Leng Xiaochen's ear and whispered softly, "Master, you and Madam haven't had the medicinal food today."

Only Leng Xiaochen could hear the sound.

Hearing this, Leng Xiaochen was stunned for a moment.

After thinking about it, it seems that I didn't take the tonic medicine today.

"What's wrong?" Su Qianman was a little confused.

"Something." He responded gently, but his eyes darkened.

He immediately put down the cup in his hand and held Su Qianman's hand: "Everyone drink first, we're going to answer a call and will be back soon."

After saying that, he took Su Qianman's hand and left.

Su Qianman naturally approached Leng Xiaochen, but she was very confused in her heart.

What did Butler Zhou say to him?

Why are you in such a hurry to leave?

Answer the phone?

What kind of call requires two people to answer together?

What happened?

"It's different when you're married. You have to answer the phone together." Chu Wenyao watched the two of them leave, feeling envious and helpless. He folded his hands over his chest and sighed softly.

Shen Qingfeng had a calm expression and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Yes, yes, love, it's good."

Speaking of love, Chu Wenyao also wants to find a wife, and then live such a loving life, making others envious.

Thinking of his wife, he immediately smiled and raised his glass to Fang Tingting: "Miss Fang, let's have a drink."

Seeing her stunned for a moment, he hurriedly added: "It's okay, just drink the juice."

Fang Tingting looked at Chu Wenyao, but out of the corner of her eye she saw a pair of eyes as deep as a dark pool, staring at her.

Seeing Chu Wenyao holding up his glass, she quickly reacted and said, "Okay."

Then he leaned forward slightly and reached out to pick up the juice on the table.

"I'll drink with you." Mo Beiting had a blank expression on his face, his brows slightly furrowed, and he held a glass of wine towards Chu Wenyao.

Fang Tingting's hand just touched the cup and suddenly stopped, her face full of confusion.

What is Mo Beiting doing?

Didn’t Chu Wenyao want to have a drink with her?

He wanted to drink with Chu Wenyao too much.

So you don’t let her and Chu Wenyao drink?

“No, Beiting, you…” Chu Wenyao was confused.

I was just thinking about learning more from Miss Fang.

Why is Mo Beiting here interfering?

I've never seen him so proactive in toasting with others.

"Come on, cheers." Mo Beiting didn't give him a chance to refuse and directly clinked his glass.

Then he quickly raised his handsome face, took a sip, and his Adam's apple rolled rapidly.

Chu Wenyao also took a sip with a helpless look on his face, his brows furrowed.

What happened to this guy today?

Do you like toasting with him so much?

I'm not that nice to him usually.

He is always left speechless.

Although they are brothers, beauty is more important.

You can drink your brother's wine anytime, but it's a rare opportunity to drink with Miss Fang.

Then he poured a little more wine into the glass, but his hands were a little unsteady and some of the wine spilled.

I want to have a drink with Fang Tingting again.

"Sister Ting, I want to drink with you." Seeing this, Xiao Ning raised a glass of wine and interrupted him.

At the same time, he raised his head slightly and looked at him with cold eyes and a hint of provocation.

Seeing that it was Xiao Ning who wanted to drink with her, Fang Tingting felt a lot more relaxed. She happily picked up a glass of juice and raised the corners of her mouth: "Xiao Ning, cheers."

"Cheers." The two cold and gentle girls raised their glasses together, took a sip happily, with smiles on their faces.

Chu Wenyao and Mo Beiting couldn't help but look at them drinking.

Shen Qingfeng, who was standing by, glanced at the time, put down his glass, and said with a smile, "Sorry, everyone, I need to go back and create my drawing."

As he spoke, he stretched his arms gently.

"So early? It's only eight o'clock now." Chu Wenyao was a little unhappy.

He hasn't had enough of his drink yet.

If there were one less person, I wouldn’t be in the mood to drink.

Mo Beiting is a blockhead who only knows how to drink alone and is very cold.

"I'll drink with you guys next time. By the way, please tell Xiaochen and sister-in-law for me." Shen Qingfeng said as he picked up his phone and put it into his suit pocket with an elegant movement.

Mo Beiting nodded lightly, with understanding in his eyes.

Chu Wenyao could only nod helplessly: "Okay."

Shen Qingfeng is a person who loves painting so much that he almost regards painting as his whole life.

He wants to go back to paint now, so we have no choice but to let him go back.