Mr. Fu ran away again today

Ever since Mo Chen left Mochen Island, in order to hurry along the way, all the wine he bought was spirits that could warm him up. Fortunately, he drank spirits this month and his capacity for alcohol increased a lot.

Between pushing and changing glasses, the two of them had finished drinking the wine at one table, poured it for the second table, and continued to drink, and the wine in the bowl was wiped out after a while.In the end, the bowls could no longer meet the requirements of the two of them, so they simply asked the soldiers to get a ladle for each of them, and scooped it out to drink directly.

"Although this wine is good wine, it's a pity... compared to the cellars on my island, it's still a bit far away." Island Master Mo's tongue was a little stiff, but he stood up straight, "Ah Lang, wait for you to come back and find me, I'll give it a try." ...I'll open a pot of fine wine for you!"

A Lang was very upset: "So last time...you hid it from me?"

Island Master Mo and A Lang drank the ladle, and the soldiers next to him immediately handed over two new ladles full of wine.

"No, it's not...my master buried it under the peach blossom tree...Mr. Fu came...I'm not even willing to give him a drink..." Mo Chen stood there with a smirk, "My master said, wait until the day I marry a wife Dig it out and drink it... But, I will never marry a wife in this life..."

Fu Chuxi was inexplicably surprised when she heard his last sentence.

A Lang was holding the ladle, and was so teased by his last words that he spilled the wine with laughter: "Marrying a daughter-in-law... Aren't people from the Central Plains daughters... Are you sure you are not married? Haha Haha, if you marry, Amo, I will definitely drink your wedding wine!"

What are these two people... exactly doing?

Fu Chuxi couldn't help but rubbed her forehead, doubting that what she was watching was a farce.

Murong Yuan's expression was also not good. Obviously, no one thought that the matter would change from a serious fight for drinking to watching two good brothers drinking and chatting.

As they drank gourd after gourd of wine, the footsteps of the two became more and more floating. They both looked drunk, but neither of them fell down first.

The two of them drank for half an hour, and the wine poured into their stomachs like water. Yang Lang felt that if he was allowed to drink so much water, let alone the wine, he might have already vomited.

The two drank and drank, and chatted from the wine to what awesome things they did in the past. A Lang said that he once killed a wolf with his bare hands, and Mo Chen said that he had fought a big boa constrictor with a thick waist. Said that he had nothing to eat in winter and was hungry for three days and three nights. Mo Chen said that when he was young, he was punished by his master and only had water for seven days...

In the end, the two of them talked about things they didn't know were true or false while drinking, and their figures were a little unsteady.

Fu Chuxi and Murong Yuan narrowed their eyes at the same time, looking at Mo Chen and A Lang.

Mo Chen couldn't hold the ladle in his hand anymore, he wobbled a few times, and stood firm again under the exclamation of everyone, but his whole body was about to collapse to the ground.

"Ah Mo..." Ah Lang shouted after taking a sip of his wine.

"Ah?" Mo Chen closed his eyes and asked.

A Lang asked with a smile: "That... that Mr. Fu you always talked about... is back?"

Ah Lang's words were like a bucket of ice water pouring on Mo Chen's body. He shuddered, a sliver of clarity appeared in his mind that was about to drift away, and his body that was about to fall straightened up again. He tried his best to blink In the blink of an eye, she found Fu Chuxi from the haze in front of her eyes.

Fu Chuxi was wearing the long-sleeved Molan robe he often wore, and was leaning on a chair at the moment, looking at herself with a slight frown.

Mo Chen stared at him for a while, suddenly his nose became sore, and he muttered: "He... can't come back..."

As soon as Mo Chen finished speaking, he heard a bang beside him, as if a person had fallen down.

Cheers sounded in my ears: "Island Master Mo has won! Island Master Mo has won!"

Then came Yang Lang's voice: "Take Murong Yuan down, watch!"

In the chaos, Mo Chen held on to the table and said, "Your Highness..."

Fu Chuxi saw that his expression was painful, and he was about to collapse. He hurriedly walked to Mo Chen's side, supported him and said, "You won, Mo Chen. Let's go, I'll take you back to rest."

"Ah... Ah Lang, take care of... Ah Lang." Mo Chen grabbed Fu Chuxi's arm. He was so drunk that he couldn't see clearly at the moment, and his two out-of-focus eyes desperately looked at Fu Chuxi.

"Your Highness, I'll leave Ah Lang to my subordinates." Yang Lang said.

"Well, take good care of him." Fu Chuxi instructed.

Yang Lang asked two soldiers to carry A Lang who was lying on the ground to follow him, and then Fu Chuxi said: "Yang Lang sent A Lang back to the room, should you rest assured?"

"Uh...uh—"

Mo Chen supported the table and almost vomited out the wine in his stomach. After he vomited, he poured it on the ground like a puddle of mud. Fortunately, Fu Chuxi stretched out his hand to give him a hand, and hugged him in his arms regardless of the smell of alcohol. Called a soldier to carry Mo Chen back to the room.

Fu Chuxi first took off Mo Chen's vomit-stained coat, and handed it to the soldiers to wash and dry, and then put him on the bed, fearing that he would vomit again, so he took an extra pillow for him higher.

After Fu Chuxi covered Mo Chen with the quilt, the soldiers brought it. Fu Chuxi had already asked someone to cook the hangover soup. Fu Chuxi at least poured half a bowl into Mo Chen, but when Mo Chen tilted his head, he vomited it all out again.After repeating this several times, Island Master Mo, who vomited out the wine in his stomach, hugged the quilt in pain and hummed.

The room smelled of alcohol, and the floor beside the bed was in a mess, so Fu Chuxi had no choice but to call someone to carry Mo Chen to his room to rest.

"I... I'll go by myself..." Island Master Mo was still awake, but he felt dizzy as hell, and his stomach was uncomfortable. He wanted to sit up but fell down uncontrollably. In the end, he couldn't do it this time Strong, let others carry her away and put her on Fu Chuxi's bed.

Mo Chen felt really uncomfortable in his stomach, he hugged the quilt and rolled around on the bed a few times, until his hair covered his face.

Fu Chuxi was sitting at the head of the bed, patiently brushing away the messy hair that he had made when he was tossing around. When he finally cleaned it up, Fu Chuxi was startled, his cheeks were moist, and he was actually crying...

If Mo Chen had drunk himself to the point of crying on Mochen Island, Fu Chuxi would have scolded him and taunted him for a few more days.

But right now, he is fighting for these wines for himself, so much wine... He feels uncomfortable watching from the sidelines while drinking.

"Go to sleep, it will be fine when you fall asleep." Fu Chuxi raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears on Mo Chen's face, "Don't drink anymore..."

"No! I want to drink!" Island Master Mo's tone was firm, and he didn't know where the strength came from to open his eyes and look at Fu Chuxi. His eyes were as red as a rabbit's.

"Okay, okay." Fu Chuxi stretched out her hand to Mo Island Master, "Drink, I won't stop you."

"Ah Lang..." Mo Chen looked at Fu Chuxi with his mouth curled up, tears suddenly rolled down and hit the back of Fu Chuxi's hand, burning like fire.

Mo Chen ran out of strength, half of his head was lying on the back of Fu Chuxi's hand, and he was muttering something in his mouth. Fu Chuxi leaned over and listened for a long time before he heard that he said only one sentence for a long time, "He... not coming……"

Fu Chuxi didn't know who he was thinking of again. In Fu Chuxi's impression, Mo Chen was always heartless and happy. He occasionally got angry, but he was always like a three-year-old child who could be happy immediately after a word or two. stand up.When he made a mistake on the island and was beaten to pieces by Elder Gao's whip, or when he was injured in a martial arts competition, he never cried out for pain, but now he even cried when he was drunk.

There must be a wound in his heart that others cannot touch, that's why he cried wantonly after he was drunk.

"Okay, it's okay." Fu Chuxi stroked Mo Chen's back with her hands, "Don't think about it, go to sleep, it won't be uncomfortable when you fall asleep."

"Fu...Mr. Fu..." Mo Chen's eyes were tightly closed, and he sobbed in a suppressed voice. Tears kept rolling down and hit the back of Fu Chuxi's hand, which made his heart ache.

"I'm here." Fu Chuxi comforted Mo Chen patiently, like coaxing a crying child.

"No...Mr. Fu...not coming back..." Mo Chen grabbed Fu Chuxi's sleeve tightly, his body trembling slightly, as if he was holding back something, and finally couldn't help it after a long time, and murmured, "Master... uncomfortable..."

Mr. Fu can't come back... Does he mean that these days, he won't let him be called Mr. Fu anymore, but ask him to change his name to His Highness?

Fu Chuxi was taken aback, at first he only thought that the address was just a trivial matter, but to Mo Chen, it was a major event that obliterated the existence of Mr. Fu in his heart.

It turned out that the wound in his heart was actually because of himself...

Fu Chuxi stared at Mo Chen blankly, and said softly for a long time: "Mr. Fu is still here, always. If you don't like me calling me Your Highness, you can continue to call me Mr. Fu in the future... We can call you whatever you like, okay ?"

Mo Chen faintly heard the words "Mr. Fu", like a drowning person grasping at the last straw, hugging his arm tightly, the whole person gradually calmed down, and finally fell asleep after a while.