Chapter 2959

If the defection of the brothers caught Feng Jue by surprise, then when Wei Shaoyong also stood up... Feng Jue was stunned for three seconds, and after three seconds, he made a wise decision - not only more tomorrow Bring some money and more people.

All the people at the table were scattered, leaving only the three generations of the Feng family sitting in the same place.

Feng Jue was thinking, since they have all gone, then they have all gone too.

But before he could speak, Father Feng spoke: "...the best man should have one, right?"

The best man is Zhao Pengfei, and the two agreed before.

"The best man has."

Feng Fu stroked his heart: "That's good, that's good."

Feng Jue was frustrated: "But there are no drinkers left."

Tomorrow's marriage is the highlight. According to the rules, the groom should lead the group of brothers to pass five hurdles and kill six generals. When receiving the marriage, he will drink five bowls of yellow wine and six bowls of white wine in one go.

Lou Tianqin and the others blocked the door, who will drink the wine?

At this time, a low-pitched voice came from the door: "Who said that there are no more people who drink."

Feng Jue turned her head, a moment of surprise flashed in her eyes.

In fact, Zhao Pengfei came early in the morning, but he just knew that he was not suitable for this dinner tonight, so he sat in the car and waited until he saw Feng mother leaving with a group of people, and then came to congratulate Feng Jue.

Regardless of the guests, there is no reason to ask people to eat leftovers, so Feng Fu hurriedly called the kitchen to prepare new dishes.

Zhao Pengfei waved his hand and said, "Uncle, don't be so rude."

After speaking, he sat down beside Feng Jue: "How is it?"

"How about what?"

Zhao Pengfei thought it was strange that when he was the bridegroom, he was not happy, but when it was his turn, he felt bitter and hated.

Feng Jue didn't hide it, but only said that there might be a fierce battle tomorrow, because all his brotherhood had defected, and he was thinking, if he surrendered now, would it be okay.

Zhao Pengfei said, "What am I doing, it's just such a trivial matter that makes you worry like this?"

Feng Jue glanced at him: "It's you, don't you worry?"

Zhao Pengfei patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, I will do my best tomorrow, and I will definitely let you successfully hold the beauty back."

Although Feng Jue was very grateful, considering the strength of the other party, he weighed his own side again. He sighed heavily: "Tomorrow...you have to take care."

"Feng Jue, you forgot your brother."

Feng Yu walked in holding the door frame, looked at Feng Jue and smiled, Feng Jue quickly stood up: "Brother?"

Everyone has been busy these few days. Feng Jue was worried that his eldest brother's body would not be able to handle it, so he didn't ask him to join in the fun.

"Ayu, haven't you slept yet?" Feng Fu was also quite surprised.

Feng Yu smiled and said, "My brother's conservatory wine, how can I, the eldest brother, not drink it?"

Feng Jue said embarrassedly, "Brother, I'm afraid you'll be tired."

"I heard what you said at the door just now that no one is drinking. What, you are short of staff?"

"Hey~ I can't say enough." Feng Jue smiled helplessly.

Feng Yu said: "Your eldest brother, although I don't usually drink much, but for you, I am willing to fight."

Zhao Pengfei said: "Just to let those East Asians see the strength of our South Asia."

The business district in South Asia is not as bulky as in East Asia. Whenever something happens, everyone will attack. Even if they know the disparity in strength, no one will back down.

Feng Jue was encouraged, and said boldly: "Okay, fight the tiger brothers, and fight the father and son soldiers.

After all, tell the servant to bring some empty bowls.

Soon, the servants lined up the bowls, and Feng Jue picked up the liquor at hand and poured it into the bowl.

"Let's make this bowl of Zhuangxing wine and fight with them tomorrow."

Feng Jue has been in East Asia all the year round, not to mention drinking from a bowl, holding a bottle and blowing it is a common thing, but he forgot that this is South Asia, and the largest wine container is only two or two cups, and suddenly asked them to drink from a bowl, First of all, Father Feng and Father Feng were a little nervous.

But the atmosphere has grown to this point... If you don't drink, it seems that I'm sorry for the rhetoric just now.

Mother Feng came back after sending people off, and she was startled by the messy scene in front of her as soon as she entered the door.

Old Man Feng and Father Feng lay on their backs in the same posture, Zhao Pengfei lay on the trash can and vomited, Feng Yu saw Feng Mu, and reluctantly called Mom, and then thumped, and planted on the table.

Feng Jue held the empty bowl she had just finished drinking, and said to the dumbfounded Feng Mu, "Mom... or... or else, run again and send me there too."

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In the night, a small western-style building of a Chinese-style building was brightly lit.

It was already early in the morning. Upstairs, they were playing Werewolf with laughter and laughter. Several big men were sitting on the sofa, staring at each other. They seemed to be waiting for their daughter-in-law, but they were actually waiting for takeaway.

These women were like wolves who couldn't get enough to eat, and they were hungry again after only a few hours.

Ding-dong, the doorbell rang.

Jiang Xudong, who was closest to the door, got up to open the door, but unfortunately the takeout was not his. The man looked down at the name on the takeout list: "Whose snail noodles?"

"My mine." Wanyan Jiatai, who received the goods, stood at the entrance of the stairs and shouted, "Really, your stinky noodles are here."

After a while, I heard the sound of Ding Ding Ding going downstairs.

I thought Song Zhenzhen would take it, but she didn't expect her to go to the open restaurant next to her with the lunch box.

Wanyan Jiatai didn't dare to get too close: "Why don't you take it and eat it?"

Song Zhenzhen said bluntly: "How stinky that is."

As soon as this statement came out, no one refuted it.

After a while, another takeaway came. This time, it was the chicken porridge ordered by He Lianxi. She said hello to Song Zhenzhen and took it up.

Next was the beef casserole that Jian Wei ordered, and Jian Wei also chose to eat it.

Jiang Xiaomi is relatively sensible, and ordered an egg custard with rice.

When sending it in, Lou Tianqin deliberately checked below and found that there was no problem, so he asked Jiang Xiaomi to come down and get it.

Jiang Xiaomi held the fast food box, and urged Song Zhenzhen before approaching: "Hurry up, hurry up."

Song Zhenzhen quickly made an OK gesture.

You don't have to think about who the last meal was.

Wei Shaoyong was about to turn around after taking the hamburger, but was stopped by the deliveryman: "Also, still."

Then I heard the takeaway, as if reporting the name of the dishes, counting them one by one to the long list: "Large fries, colorful snacks, wing root set meal, supreme pizza... A bottle of big Coke, and a full set of Mala Tang. , you see if it's right."

Wei Shaoyong looked at the stall on the ground and subconsciously looked upstairs, can Ah Cha eat so much alone?

Lou Tianqin suddenly appeared behind Wei Shaoyong: "Fried and spicy things are not good for wound healing, so try to eat as little as possible, including cola, which contains caffeine. Drinking too much will also affect the recovery of the wound."

"Wei Shaoyong, how about my takeout? Why haven't you come?" Cha Cha stuck out half of his head from the stairs.

Wei Shaoyong listened to what Lou Tianqin said, and he said, "Don't eat these junk food at night, I'll order it for you again, just wait."