Power and Wealth

Night.

Hotel.

Room 8603.

Fang Wenping was drinking: “What are you doing? ”

Dong Xuebin Yi, “Watch the news, brush the web page. ”

“Why aren't you asleep?” The wine in Fang Wenping's cup was gone, and she poured it on herself.

“I don't know what's going on, I was lying down, I wasn't asleep, I might have been a little sleepless lately.” Dong Xuebin, "a little wine is just right to help you sleep. ”

Fang Wenping said: "You beat so many people, aren't you tired? ”

“Tired is a little, but small.” Dong Xuebin bragged.

Fang Wenping looked at him, “You little body, how can you fight so well? ”

"- [sic]“ I've practiced. ”

Fang Wenping mumbled, “Fuck. ”

“Cheers.” Dong Xuebin touched her.

Then, the atmosphere in the room was silent for a while, nobody spoke, mainly because they had no idea what to talk about, the relationship between the two had not been so good, it was complicated, say the enemy, the two families were indeed political enemies, and it had been so many years since the killing, because Fang Shuiling and Dong Xuebin's side of the matter was quite rigid, but this time, Dong Xuebin's mobilization was provided by Fang Wenping, which helped a lot, so the enemy was not counted, but it was not even a friend, except that the first two nights after Fang Wenping was drunk, she and Dong Xuebin had basically not had a normal conversation, well, anyway, the relationship between the two people was quite right.

Two minutes later.

Fang Wenping finally frowned: “Find a topic. ”

“Am I looking?” Dong Xuebin smiles, “talk about the movie? What have you been watching lately? ”

“I basically don't watch movies, TV shows, and some entertainment quality shows.” Fang Wenping said.

Dong Xuebin blinked and blinked. “What about talking about political or economic situations? ”

Fang Wenping moved his legs and changed his posture slightly. "I don't want to talk about this outside of work. ”

Dong Xuebin said: “Let's talk about... wine, yes, don't you like to drink? What's your favorite drink? ”

Dong Xuebin and Wenping had a similar temper, but their hobbies were not the same at all. They finally found a topic. Dong Xuebin was still trying to relieve the atmosphere with this. As a result, Fang Wenping fell well. I dug it back in one sentence. “Don't want to talk about it. ”

Oh, shit!

You're too hard to serve!

I don't want to talk about anything. What do you want?

Dong Xuebin felt that he could not drink this wine in his hand. Nothing else, it was too boring. There is no common language at all. There's no stomach for wine.

Fang Wenping is quite well drunk by himself. And as she drinks her stomach, her skin feels reddened and moisturized, plus that surname sitting position at the moment. It's fantastic.

You old goblin!

What the hell is this?

Is something bothering you? You're kidding.

Dong Xuebin couldn't help but ask, “Is something wrong with you? If you need help, don't treat me like an outsider, or you can tell me anything you want. I'm sure it won't go out. I'll be a trash can today. Just pour it in. ”

Fang Wenping frowned: “Do you think I'm okay? ”

Dong Xuebinxin said that if you don't feel like it, you are in trouble. Otherwise, what kind of wine do you drink here in the middle of the night? You don't like to say anything? Not much to talk about? Aren't you finished drinking alone? What the fuck are you doing here? The key... I came here without my fucking underwear vacuum, didn't it make my buddies angry, this old man, why is it so strange today?

But if you think so, you can't say so.

"'Isn't that strange?" said Dong Xuebin. ”

They were not far from each other. Wenping moved above the sofa. The spring of the yukata collar - the light waved in front of Dong Xuebin's eyes again. It was difficult for him to see it. He shook him blindly, as if most of his chest had almost seen it, it was full, and there was no sagging.

Dong Xuebin felt a little hot, and by the time he took the cup by the spring - the light, he grunted and filled himself with a large glass of wine, which was even hotter.

Oh, shit.

He had to endure.

Next, a half-hearted silence.

Five minutes...

Ten minutes...

Dong Xuebin couldn't stand the atmosphere and finally couldn't wait. “What, Director Fang, aren't we going to get up early tomorrow? I think it's 1: 00. If you sleep late, you won't get up tomorrow. Why don't you stop drinking? Why don't you take a break? Sleeping at night is also bad for the skin and body. ”

Fang Wenping looked at him and said: "Are you sleepy? ”

“Well, kind of.” Dong Xuebin also symbolically beat a debt, indicating that he was sleepy. In fact, he was not sleepy at all. This smudged flesh stuck in his eyeballs at once. Here he walked all over. There he walked all over. He was already shaking his mind.

Fang Wenping shouted, “Then go to sleep. I'll finish this drink. ”

Dong Xuebin went to the bathroom on his own. He had brushed his teeth and brushed again. He saw that Fang Wenping had not left yet. He washed his face and it took time. There was nothing wrong with him. The atmosphere in the room was too much. Dong Xuebin wanted to stay and didn't dare to stay.

After half a day, Dong Xuebin only came out of the bathroom. Then, he was slightly stunned and saw Fang Wenping grunting into his mouth with a bottle of wine.

One bite.

Three bites.

Drinks fast.

Dong Xuebin shocked, “What are you doing? ”

Fang Wenping swallowed, “Drink. ”

“Where are you drinking?” Dong Xuebin really doesn't know which one she's playing today, “Don't drink, don't drink, get drunk again, you forgot about your last drunken thing? You don't have that much alcohol! ”

Fang Wenping didn't listen. He continued to raise his head and fill the last bottle of wine into his stomach. Dropping the bottle, she got off the sofa without stepping on the slippers. Instead, he stepped directly on the floor with his slippery feet. As soon as he stood steady, he swayed for a moment. Apparently, he was a little drunk.

Dong Xuebin obeyed, “Go to sleep. ”

Fang Wenping, um, actually walked to the bed in the house and lay down on one side.

Dong Xuebin stunned: “Your room is next to me, this is my bed. ”

Fang Wenping just lay there and didn't cover his quilt. He couldn't move. “Well, I don't want to move. ”

“Khan, why don't I help you? Will you get up first?” Meet her or not, Dong Xuebin is speechless, “where do I sleep if you sleep here? ”

Fang Wenping bluntly said: “Whatever. ”

Huh?

Whatever?

Dong Xuebin didn't think much of anything before, but when he heard this, he beat a shaky face and stared at Wenping in his bedclothes.

What's that supposed to mean?

Does that mean I can sleep in bed?

Or are you really drunk? The footage? I don't know what to say anymore.