Feng Chenxing held his head with his right hand and looked at him for a while. He stood up and packed up his things, "Let's go!"

Li Yincheng put on his coat and prepared to set off, "What wine do you want to drink?"

Feng Chenxing walked to the bar and took out two bottles of vodka from the wine cabinet, shook Li Yincheng, "That's all."

Li Yincheng's scalp tingled. I am not the fighting nation like Lucia who can drink alcohol as water. "Okay, I'll ask Wang Jin to help prepare some side dishes with wine."

Vodka is a strong wine. It is best to do some pre-basement before drinking. Li Yincheng first asked Wang Jin to prepare a few slices of buttered bread, which can give the stomach wall enough oil to slow down the absorption of alcohol. Then he made some sour cucumbers and cured meat to serve the wine.

Li Yincheng couldn't accept the pure vodka, and before leaving, he picked up a few bottles of iced lemonade from the refrigerator. "It's ready, let's go."

When we got downstairs, Feng Chenxing pointed their car with his chin, "Drive your car or mine?"

"You can drive mine. I used to use yours before, so I'll give me a chance to repay you." Li Yincheng first helped Feng Chenxing open the door of the co-pilot, and then put the wine, bread and side dishes in the trunk.

There was a traffic jam on the road today. It took about ten minutes to arrive. Li Yincheng took out the key and opened the door. The lights were on. Feng Chenxing squeezed in from behind Li Yincheng, glanced around, walked to the sofa and sat down, "The house is well decorated!"

"It was like this when I bought it. I didn't clean it up much. I went to get the wine glass and bowls and chopsticks. You can listen to the music for a while and take a look." Li Yincheng turned on the audio equipment and remembered Brett-Anderson's weird voice in the room.

Li Yincheng went to the kitchen to wash two cups, put the side dishes made by Wang Jin on the plate, opened the bottle cap of the vodka, and then packed it up.

When he was ready to take the things out, Feng Chenxing was standing in front of his bookshelf holding a book and flipping through it, "Water drinking there? Or study?"

"Let's go to the living room!" Seeing him come out, Feng Chenxing put the book back on the bookshelf and walked over, reached out to take the plate from Li Yincheng's hand and put it on the coffee table in the middle of the sofa.

After packing up, the two sat side by side on the sofa. Li Yincheng took out the bread and handed it to Feng Chenxing, "Eat some to protect your stomach first."

After the two of them finished the prepared bread, Li Yincheng took the cup and poured it into wine and handed it to Feng Chenxing, and then filled it with him and touched Feng Chenxing, "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas!" Feng Chenxing raised his head and drank for most of the time.

When the vodka was drunk, it was like a fire thread flowing from the throat to the stomach, and then exploded, and a warm feeling slowly spread from the stomach, driving away the cold of winter. No wonder Lucians liked this. If it wasn't for the abandoned winter, I really didn't know how to live. I picked up a German sour cucumber with chopsticks and stuffed it into my mouth. The sourness and crispness were not enough to relieve the burning sensation. "Do you receive a lot of roses at this time of year?"

"It's not just Christmas, but also ** Festival and Chinese Valentine's Day. What's so strange?" Feng Chenxing shook his glass gently with his right hand, and looked at him with a face.

Li Yincheng shook his head, "I would be surprised if a girl like you can't receive roses; I'm very curious, how many times have you received at the most?"

Feng Chenxing also put his left hand on the wine glass, held the wine glass in both hands and thought for a while, "It should be that last year, a child I met at the cocktail party drove a Land Rover and pulled 999 Bulgarian roses to the bottom of my dormitory to confess his love."

"Oh? Then what?" Li Yincheng was a little curious.

Feng Chenxing said proudly, "Of course I refused. I drove the car directly to the commercial street and distributed roses on the roadside for an afternoon. I had a lot of fun."

Poor child, Li Yincheng observed a silence for this guy in his heart, "It's a pity that I was not here at that time, otherwise I would have to watch."

"Don't you ask me why I rejected him?" Feng Chenxing looked at Li Yincheng.

Li Yincheng met her gaze, "I have found the answer in your eyes. There are two types of girls who are still so pure at your age. One is that they have a superior family background since childhood and have never suffered any hardships; the other is that they are strong inside, and no matter what kind of suffering they suffer, they will not leave traces in her heart; no matter which one is, they don't look like someone who will be lost because of a car of roses, not to mention that he is facing a girl with both these two points."

Feng Chenxing smiled happily, raised his glass and touched Li Yincheng and killed it in one sip. Li Yincheng waved his hand to indicate that he had limited alcohol tolerance. He took a sip and put down the glass, and then poured it over to her.

"Who's that girl here before? I saw some books on the bookshelf probably weren't yours." This time it was Feng Chenxing's turn to ask.

Li Yincheng stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony. He opened the curtains and looked at the snowflakes falling outside the window. He slowly told Feng Chenxing the story of him and Ren Xuan. During this period, she didn't speak, but just listened quietly, filling him up when his wine glass was empty. After three glasses of wine, the story was finished.

Feng Chenxing walked to Li Yincheng and sighed, "It's a beautiful story. The other party is also a very good girl, but it seems that you are not the one who can give her the future."

Li Yincheng didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he drank half a cup of vodka in one sip. The burning pain of alcohol stimulated his nerves and pulled him back from his entanglement with Ren Xuan, "Oh, why do you say that?"

Feng Chenxing opened a crack in the floor-to-ceiling window and the cold wind poured in, "Because your thoughts and behaviors are far beyond your age, in other words, you are precocious, and it is difficult for precocious children to truly mature. Although you have the idea of ​​thirty years old at the age of eighteen, your growth rate will gradually slow down in the future. When you reach forty, your psychological age may only be equivalent to the age of thirty-two or three for others. Such people always feel at a loss in life, which is not suitable to entrust them to life!"

After hearing her say, Li Yincheng suddenly had the urge to cry. Although he had gained huge material wealth for two lives, he also lost a lot. A person in his thirties, who was in his heart, and he was mixed with some 18 or 19 years old every day. Although he envied their youthful vitality, he could not do anything like them. He would cry whenever he wanted to laugh.

Taking a deep breath, wiped his face and controlled his tears, walked to the balcony and let the cold wind blow across his face. His emotions calmed down a little, and Li Yincheng turned around and looked at Feng Chenxing, "A normal third girl should not raise her glass to see the ability of this. In other words, we seem to be the same kind of people?"

"Well, this is also a very long story, do you want to hear it?"

"Of course!" Li Yincheng returned to the room and closed the floor-to-ceiling window. The stimulation of the cold wind was lacking. The effect of alcohol appeared for a short time. Li Yincheng staggered and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Feng Chenxing was held and helped him to the long sofa in the middle of the living room. Feng Chenxing was about to sit on the single sofa on the side and tell a story to Li Yincheng.

Li Yincheng grabbed Feng Chenxing's hand and said, "Just sit here and talk."

“I can’t sit on the sofa anymore.”

Li Yincheng struggled to get up and press Feng Chenxing on the sofa to finish it, then lay down, "Senior sister, please let me lay on your lap and listen to your story?"

Feng Chenxing frowned, hesitated for a moment without refusing, and put his legs together and put them on it. In the speaker, Brett-Anderson sang, "I`m-special,

so-special..."

Feng Chenxing gently stroked his hair and began to tell his own story. When other girls began to learn to learn about clothing brands through fashion magazines, she had already started wearing evening gowns and attending various cocktail parties with the children in the yard; when other girls were worried about not having enough pocket money, she already had her own stock account. When she was in college, she used the money she earned on the stock market to buy the sports car... "They all hoped that I would work harder and become better, and I just wanted to be a rice worm and wait for death..."

After not receiving a response for a long time, he looked down and saw that Li Yincheng was asleep. Feng Chenxing shook his head helplessly, put his arm on his shoulder and helped him up, dragging him to the bedroom...
Chapter completed!