Chapter 2826: Wedding night (5)

I didn’t know how much wine Benzuchen drank tonight.
After the whole banquet, he barely had much to eat and was all entertaining.
There were so many guests present today, not mentioning that Luo Yibei was blocking him. The number of times he was respected, at least dozens of times.
It’s a miracle that the wine doesn’t get drunk.
Qing Muchen’s stomach is very empty, and all his stomach is water.
Grab the face of Moxier, fill the stomach, obviously a lot more comfortable.
Moxier didn't know what the banquet was outside today, and she didn't care if his stomach was good.
Unwilling to be resolved by his own nightingale, he saw that he had to be resolved by the last point. He stood up and wanted to take his own bowl again. The body of Qing Muchen suddenly leaned back.
His movements, naturally, are purely to avoid the hand she stretched out.
Moxier didn't seem to expect that he would suddenly make such an action. The body that had fallen over lost balance, and the center of gravity fell unsteadily into his arms and fell over.
Breathing, strong alcohol smells come to the surface.
Mellow, rich, and somewhat pungent, like decades of aging.
Also accompanied by the aroma of the grapes.
Moxier does not like men who drink alcohol. She does not like any non-natural taste.
For her, the man who is full of alcohol is dirty.
Although the alcohol in Qing Muchen is very heavy, in fact, his head is still faint, and he is not drunk.
But it is probably a natural temperament, even at such a time, his breath still does not make people feel half-smooth.
The wine on his body is very rich, but it is still difficult to conceal his own clean, faint, like a clear, smelling very comfortable.
His feelings are always very clean.
Even if he said the most embarrassing words, it is still difficult to hide his own temperament.
Moxier's breath is filled with two flavors, one is exclusive to him, and the other is alcohol.
Both are like poison, which makes people a little fascinated.
Moxier never used to be crazy, but he relied on the body of Qing Muchen, smelling the smell of his body, but his head was a little dazed.
Wanting to get up straight, Qing Muchen pressed her waist and refused to let go.
"Who is cooking?" Above his head, his voice seems to be serious.
"Is Mr. Qing interested in this kind of question at this time?" Moxier raised his face and sneered.
"Is it ink?" Qing Muchen refused to let go.
"Who is cooking?" Moxier staggered his gaze.
"It doesn't matter who cooks, but it's okay to cook at this time!" Qing Muchen's face curve is very tight. "Miss Ms. Should I explain why he came in at this time?"
"Mr. Qing thought?" Moxier did not answer his question positively, but asked, "Is the relationship with me unknown?"
Without waiting for him to answer, she ridiculed her lips and said, "If Mr. Qing wants to think so, it will follow you. After all, I can't control the thoughts of others."
The tone of her conversation with him is very light from beginning to end.
It’s so light that it doesn’t matter to him.
She has no emotional foundation with him, and secondly, she is not a free marriage. The process of normal communication has not been repeated. Now, Moxier does not care about any of his ideas.
In fact, Qing Muchen knew this truth very well. However, she heard from her mouth that his chest seemed to be blocked by something, and suddenly it was uncomfortable.