Chapter 47

Wu Lin said discontentedly, "do you want to change it?"

Wen churan's eyes were cold. "Wu Lin, leave a way back. Do you dare to promise you won't lose?"

Wu Lin's heart clicked.

Looking at Wen churan's eyes, it seemed as if a knife was standing on his neck.

She had an inexplicable fear.

What's going on

Today's Wen churan is quite different from the weak and deceptive Wen churan in high school.

Especially the tone of her voice, too threatening.

Wu Lin's voice could not help shaking. "OK... Wen churan, you want to change it. Don't regret it!"

She turned to one side and shouted, "bring the wine!"

Soon, someone brought more than a dozen glasses of spirits and put them in front of Wen churan.

Wu Lin mixed the two spirits together, and the bright liquid collided, which was particularly dreamy.

"Drink it all, and it'll be over!"

"Drink, drink!" The onlookers followed.

Wen churan stared at the row of wine in front of him and had already cut Wu Lin to pieces.

Originally, the two wines were strong, and she even mixed them.

"Dare not drink? It's your own big adventure! "

Facing Wu Lin's provocative eyes, Wen churan suddenly sneers.

I just picked up my glass and was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

Looking back, Sheng Zhixun was staring at her coldly.

"I'd better take off my mask." He stared at the wine in her hand and opened his mouth lightly.

"No way!" Wen churan refused, "you are the one I brought here. I must protect you!"

Protect him?

The man gave a slight meal.

Wen churan has drunk the wine in his hand, threw the wine cup and picked up another one.

At the fifth cup, the wine cup in his hand was suddenly taken away.

Sheng Zhixun said coldly, "I'll drink the remaining five cups for you."

"No!" Wen churan snatched the glass back again and quietly leaned close to his ear. "Don't worry, your fourth sister-in-law, I can drink well!"

Good drink?

How come he never knew this woman could drink.

On the night of his 20th birthday, I don't know who poured a cup and lay on his back crying and crying!

Ten glasses of spirits into the belly, warm the first dye and keep the face unchanged.

Looking at the empty wine glass on the table, a group of people suddenly looked silly.

"Finished." Wen churan stared at Wu Lin and asked, "are you satisfied?"

Wu Lin opened her mouth and couldn't say a word.

Wen churan looks back and is preparing to talk to Sheng Zhixun.

But Sheng Zhixun suddenly turned out of the box.

All the way into the bathroom, the man finally took off his mask.

But the face reflected in the mirror is not Sheng Zhixun.

Porcelain white skin, exquisite facial features and deep outline.

Impressively... The evil face of Mo in his prime!

Pour one cup and never get drunk.

This woman has two sides to her drinking capacity?

Sheng Shimo pulled the corners of his mouth and his smile was cold.

Who knows why he came to this inexplicable masquerade party for Sheng Zhixun!

When he put on his mask and returned to the box, the second round had begun.

At that time, Mo stood behind Wen churan and looked at her at a loss.

The woman's game is really unspeakable.

Seeing that he lost again, Wen churan began to worry.

At this time, a slender arm stretched out from behind.

The scallion jade hand took out a card from her hand and threw it directly on the table.

Wen churan was stunned.

The next second, the man behind him gently bent over and put her in his arms.

She leaned back and put her back directly against his chest.

"Sheng Zhi..."

Before he finished, a man's low voice came to his ears.

"Don't talk, if you still want to lose..."

Wen churan sipped his lips.

What's the matter with Sheng Zhixun today?