Chapter 51 For her? That's three cups

The weird atmosphere made other people at the venue frightened. They observed Qin Yanchi's table. Some officials and businessmen wanted to strike up a conversation, but they didn't dare until Qi Man followed Marshal Qin in and sat down next to Qin Yanchi.

Marshal Qin seemed much more approachable than Qin Yanchi. Several relatives came to toast him, including Fang Tingyun.

Qin Yanchi watched a group of people acting around, smiled and lit a cigarette: "What about singing? Isn't Marshal Qin not coming?"

"We are all acquaintances. Come and sit down." Marshal Qin took the man back, "Who asked you to leave Manman at home and pour a glass of wine to make amends?"

"No need, Uncle Qin." In the cold winter, Qi Man only wore a skirt, and the tip of his nose turned red from the cold. Seeing that the two of them were deadlocked, she poured some wine into Qin Yanchi's glass and drank the wine in front of her in one gulp. "Young Marshal Qin, I respect you for this glass."

Qi Man has prepared steps for himself.

If he didn't drink, she would laugh and say, 'I forgot that I shouldn't drink while driving.'

Unexpectedly, Qin Yanchi took the wine glass.

Qi Man felt happy and looked shy: "Qin..."

"Miss Jiang." Qin Yanchi raised his glass and waved it at Jiang Shuyao.

Jiang Shuyao's scalp was numb, and her heart suddenly stopped. She was almost carried out like the host.

She suddenly became the person who attracted the most attention in the audience, which was thousands of times more exaggerated than following Fang Tingyun into the venue.

What on earth is he going to do?

The audience's attention made Jiang Shuyao a little out of breath. She tried hard to regain her composure, and pretended to calmly raise her glass in reply: "Young Marshal Qin."

Everyone in the venue looked at Jiang Shuyao curiously, and even Marshal Qin squinted at her.

Fang Tingyun took the wine glass from Jiang Shuyao's hand: "Cousin, please stop scaring her. The little girl can't help but scare you. I'll drink this wine for her."

Qin Yanchi held the wine bottle and pushed it forward.

"For her? That's three drinks."

Jiang Shuyao wanted to say that he could do it on his own, but the wine glass in his hand had already fallen into Fang Tingyun's hand: "Brother Tingyun."

Fang Tingyun knew that Qin Yanchi had always been neither salty nor indifferent to him, and there was still a hint of distaste for him, but had he gone too far recently?

"Okay, three glasses." Fang Tingyun drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp, then poured two more glasses in succession.

The first glass was red wine in Jiang Shuyao's cup, and the other two glasses were real spirits. As soon as he drank one glass, his stomach hurt and his face began to turn white in pain.

"Hey, you can't do this." Qin Yanchi patted Fang Tingyun on the shoulder, "Practice more, my cousin is doing it for your own good."

Marshal Qin scolded: "You bastard! Fang Tingyun's mother is your cousin!"

Later, a few more important people came to talk to Marshal Qin, and the meal that cost him his life finally returned to peace.

Jiang Shuyao looked at Fang Tingyun worriedly: "Brother Tingyun? Are you okay?"

Fang Tingyun's stomach turned, and he said: "I'm going to the bathroom, you eat quickly, and we'll leave after eating."

"I go with you."

"Need not."

Before Jiang Shuyao got up, Fang Tingyun was already holding on to the wall and striding towards the bathroom.

As soon as Fang Tingyun left, Qin Yanchi sat down again. Jiang Shuyao could only continue to eat with her head down, praying secretly in her heart that this Yama would not cause trouble again. In order to reduce her sense of presence, she did not dare to pick up vegetables, so she just took out the rice one bite at a time.

Just as she took a mouthful of rice, something pressed against her calf and slid up her skirt...