Chapter 390 Feng Jue drinking
Gu Pei frowned and thought for a while, then seriously corrected: "I said he is from the Gu family, not an outsider."
At any rate, he is the adopted son of the Gu family in name.
is his sister's blood bank.
At least compared to this gang of cronies, he is his own.
Feng Jue raised his eyes to look at Gu Pei, and there was a little smile in his clear eyes.
Although this brother is a bit stupid, he knows that he belongs to his sister.
As Gu Pei’s younger brother, Feng Duxing knew Gu Pei fairly well. Seeing what he said, he raised a glass of whiskey with a smile and drank it down.
Sun Daoming kept apologizing to Gu Pei.
Gu Pei snorted, "What are you sorry for?"
It wasn't him who provoked it.
Sun Daoming turned his head to look at Feng Jue, with a smile on his face, "Feng Jue, I'm sorry, I was rude."
"It's okay." Feng Jue smiled gently, looking soft-tempered.
He took two bottles of whiskey from the table and handed one to Sun Daoming with a gentle voice, "Don't you want to drink together? A small glass is not enough, just drink a bottle."
Sun Daoming held the 400ml bottle of whiskey, and was stunned when he heard Feng Jue's words.
He didn't expect Feng Jue to want to fight wine with him.
Gu Pei was also shocked, thinking that he had heard it wrong, he frowned and looked at Feng Jue, "Are you crazy, do you want to drink a whole bottle of whiskey? Aren't you also underage, what kind of spirits, fruit juice!"
"Drinking this whole bottle will make you drunk. I'm afraid it's not good to get drunk before the banquet begins." Although Feng Duxing said so, there was interest in his eyes, as if he was watching a good show.
"Drink! Who is afraid of whom!"
"Brother Sun, don't be cowardly, just drink it and see who gets drunk halfway through."
"Drink half of it? You really think highly of him, I guess you can't even take a sip."
"Sun Daoming, you are not afraid of such a good student who has never smoked or drunk, what are you afraid of! Fuck him directly!"
There were friends booing and encouraging, and Sun Daoming himself was dissatisfied with Feng Jue, so he immediately agreed, "Okay, just drink."
Sun Daoming bit open the bottle cap hard, picked up the whole bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.
After all, it was strong wine, strong and stimulating, and his eyes were slightly red.
Feng Jue slowly opened the bottle cap with the corkscrew, poured the brown-red-yellow wine into a clean cup, filled three cups, raised the cup and drank directly.
Everyone thought that Feng Jue would spit out the first mouthful, but he didn't.
He drank slowly, holding a glass wine glass, his movements were elegant and elegant, and he looked personable.
One cup quickly drained, and he picked up another cup, his expression remained unchanged, his face was as fair as ever, if he wasn't tasting wine, everyone would have thought he was drinking water.
When Feng Jue drank the second cup, Sun Daoming's face was already flushed, his eyes were dizzy, and the cup in his hand fell unsteadily.
The wine bottle made a crisp crashing sound when it fell to the ground. Fortunately, the bottle was thick so that the glass shards did not shatter all over the floor, but most of the bottle of clear, transparent and slightly burnt wine spilled all over the floor.
"Sun Daoming is drunk!" Someone next to him reached out to help Sun Daoming who was about to fall.
"It really is authentic Scotch whiskey, it's strong enough!"
"Sun Daoming is too useless, he will get drunk before half of it."
At this time, Feng Jue slowly shook the last bottle of wine, with a gentle and harmless smile on his face, he drank the last glass of whiskey in one gulp, still mentally clear and not drunk.
(end of this chapter)