"Even if fate is torn apart, even if fate is twists and turns, even if fate threatens you and life is boring, don't shed tears and be sad..." Fatty Wang and Wu Xie stood in front of the table singing with microphones in their hands. There were more than a dozen pictures placed around them. At the table, not far away, several people were working hard in front of the barbecue grill.
There were currently only four people at Wu Xie's table. Apart from him and Fatty Wang, only Wu Erbai and Er Jing were sitting there.
Wuxie picked up the wine glass and staggered to Wuerbai's side, "Second uncle, come on, come on, I'll toast you."
Wuerbai looked at the nephew who made him uneasy, picked up the wine glass and touched it with him. Wuxie smiled stupidly and drank the wine in the glass in one sip. Then he looked at Wuerbai and pointed to the other side and stood on the billiards table. The meaning of Zhang Qiling at the table is self-evident.
Wuerbai followed his gaze, looked at the cold man, and waved his hand to Wuxie, as if he was letting him do whatever he wanted.
Wu Xie swayed to the table, took the club from Zhang Qiling and said confidently, "Teach you two strokes."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fatty Wang also walked over. He picked up the club on the other side with a arrogant look on his face. The two of them stood there, looking like they had the world under their control.
Wuxie bent down, and just after arranging his body, he put a hand on his back. At first, Wuxie didn't pay attention, until the hand went up his waist and touched his face. Dominating and doing good things...
Wu Xie had goosebumps all over his body. He shook his body and was about to curse when he heard the voice of the owner of that hand.
"Let me see who this is." Zhang Qiling put his hands on Wuxie's face and kept rubbing it, feeling every inch of skin in his hands.
"Let me guess," Zhang Qiling looked like he was thinking, but his hands kept moving.
"You must be... innocent, right?" Zhang Qiling said in an uncertain voice.
Fatty Wang standing next to him raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw that he guessed correctly. Unexpectedly, Zhang Qiling really guessed it right. He subconsciously suspected that Zhang Qiling's eyes had recovered, but looking at Zhang Qiling's unfocused eyes. His eyes were murderous, and Fatty Wang knew that he was overthinking.
"You guessed it right and you still won't let go?" Wuxie said while suppressing his anger.
Hearing Wu Xie's voice, Zhang Qiling turned pale as he thought of something. He took a step back in fear and let go of his hand touching Wu Xie.
Wu Xie didn't care about his strangeness at all. After the hand on his face left, the anger on his face disappeared.
Li Cu supported Zhang Qiling behind him. He looked at Zhang Qiling, who looked bad, and his eyes fell on Wuxie. He kept guessing in his heart. He didn't know what Wuxie had done to explode, which attracted Zhang Qiling. So scared, he is so curious!
At this moment, Liu Sang suddenly tugged on Wu Xie's sleeves to signal Wu Xie to follow him to the other side.
Wuxie, who was confused, had to return the club to Zhang Qiling and followed him to the side, "What are you doing?" Wuxie was a little unhappy that Liu Sang called him over.
Liu Sang stood there awkwardly for a while, and finally said only two words, "Thank you."
The lackluster sentence made Wu Xie stunned for a moment, and then he laughed. Wu Xie looked at Liu Sang and his eyes curled up, "Thank you for what?"
Liu Sang stared blankly at the smiling Wu Xie, speechless for a moment. Seeing this, Wu Xie smiled even brighter. He put his arms around his shoulders and said, "Let's go sing."
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Zhang Qiling was supported by Li Cu and sat in front of the table, letting Li Cu feed him one bite after another. The singing of Wu Xie and the others could be heard in his ears, and he had an angry look on his face.
Why, it's been two days, why can't his eyes still see! ! ! Zhang Qiling gritted his teeth in dissatisfaction and almost overturned the table in anger.
Sensing Zhang Qiling's growing anger, Li Cu quickly fed him a mouthful of food and interrupted his thinking.
Chewing rice in his mouth, all Zhang Qiling's thoughts were interrupted, and in his system space, the golden Thunder God statue flashed golden light again and again, as if it was breathing...
