Chapter 1281

Xiaobai can't digest such a situation. Xu Yi'an gives her an encouraging look, "go."

Being pulled to sit on the sofa, the tea table was filled with rows of wine. Chen Meijing picked up a glass of wine, "Xiaobai, I lost my temper just now. I hope you don't mind. Come on, let's drink it for friendship!"

Xiaobai also picked up a glass of wine, clinked a glass with her, and then took a sip. The spicy taste suddenly filled her mouth, slid down the esophagus and burned.

She seldom drinks. Even if she does, aunt Anning only allows her to drink some red wine and champagne. She is not allowed to touch wine on other occasions.

At the company's annual meeting, she was booed and drunk by her colleagues, and was saved by Uncle Rong.

At this moment, no one will save her. It seems that she doesn't drink and feels sorry.

Xiaobai endured and poured down a glass of wine. A small face wrinkled in an instant.

"Xiaobai is forthright enough!" Chen Meijing smiled and patted her on the shoulder.

This sentence attracted the attention of more students and came to propose a toast.

Xiaobai is in a weak position because he is an enemy. He takes turns to propose a toast. It's unreasonable to drink with this and refuse that.

After sitting for less than ten minutes, Xiaobai still poured more than ten glasses of wine.

His face was crimson and he was a little dizzy.

Xu Yi'an pushed aside the crowd, sat next to her, put one hand on her shoulder, protected her, and said to those who were still ready to toast, "Xiaobai can't drink. I'll help her drink."

"Yo, Xu Yi'an, are you going to stage a hero to save the United States?" Chen Meijing giggled.

Another female classmate chatted gossip, "that's right! Who didn't know he liked Xiaobai in those years? Because of the Young Marshal, he didn't dare to speak. Today, I have a rare opportunity to meet Xiaobai, so I can't pay attention to the goddess?"

It's no secret that Xu Yi'an liked Xiaobai, and he didn't do anything. Therefore, Young Marshal treated it as if nothing had happened.

Xiaobai's fool didn't understand. He spent his high school career in ignorance.

Being coaxed by everyone, Xu Yi'an couldn't help laughing. Xiaobai was too drunk and his head was dizzy. He stretched out his hand and put her head on his shoulder.

"Xiaobai, are you okay? Why don't I take you back to rest first?"

Xiaobai shook his head, tried to get rid of those dizziness, and said vaguely, "I... ok..."

"Well, I can't hold on. Tell me, don't try to be strong."

"Well..."

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After taking a bath and smoking a few cigarettes, the Young Marshal's troubles still didn't disappear.

It's burning to think of that fool who actually went to the classmate party himself.

This idiot, let her go by herself. She really dares to go by herself!

Press out the cigarette butts, the Young Marshal gets up and leaves quickly.

When they got to the private room where they had a party, the Young Marshal opened the door and saw the scene of chaos.

Smoke swirled, songs were loud, people laughed, and the wine was overflowing.

Yun Xiaobai is leaning against a man's shoulder. He seems to be asleep and uncomfortable.

"Little... Young Marshal?" Chen Meijing, singing with a microphone, stammered in surprise.

The private room was silent for a moment.

Watched the imposing Young Marshal walk over, picked up the drunk Xiaobai from Xu Yi'an, swept the people one by one with sharp Feng eyes, left a contemptuous cold hum, and walked away with Xiaobai.

At last, I don't know who took the lead in returning to God and said, "Young Marshal... Are you angry?"

"Xiaobai and... Young Marshal... They both..."

The rest of the words are well known.

Xiaobai had the label of young commander in the morning. Whoever touches will die!