ALL NOVEL Chapter 68
Chapter 68: Uncle, Want To Hug (22)
After shopping for a long time, Feng Qian was tired and a little hungry.
So Feng Qian pulled Feng Jue into a restaurant.
The two of them opened a private room on the second floor with the best view, which is the kind that can see the crowd below as soon as the window is opened.
Feng Qian ordered a table of dishes, asked for a pot of fruit wine, and then lay lazily on the table.
Been around for so long.
She is so tired!
The little emperor looked a bit decadent, and Feng Jue’s eyes fell on the other side.
Somewhat funny.
The little emperor’s languid appearance is not only not annoying, on the contrary, he is very cute and very likable.
After the dishes were served, the fruit wine Feng Qian asked for also came.
Feng Qian drank fruit wine.
For the wine category, only fruit wine is okay.
Feng Qian poured wine for Feng Jue.
Feng Jue was stunned for a while, his eyes were a bit resistant, and he said in a low voice, “Your Majesty, I don’t drink alcohol.”
Feng Qian blinked her beautiful eyes.
She did not seem to have seen the shard drink alcohol.
But if it’s fruit wine, it shouldn’t be drunk.
“Uncle Huang, this is just a fruit wine, you won’t get drunk.” Feng Qian said to him.
Feng Jue frowned and lowered his head.
Maybe not drunk.
He didn’t speak any more.
The two ate their meals in silence.
The wine in Feng Jue’s hand has not been moved.
Feng Qian wondered: “Isn’t Uncle Huang allergic to alcohol?”
“Alcohol allergy?” Feng Jue was stunned.
Feng Qian explained: “It’s just that after drinking alcohol, you’ll get a little rash on your body or something.”
Feng Jue shook his head: “No, it won’t be like this.”
“Then why doesn’t the emperor drink?” Feng Qian stared at the other party.
Forced by the little emperor’s gaze, Feng Jue lowered her eyes slightly, held the wine glass with her slender fingertips, and took a sip slowly on her lips.
The juice of this wine is rich in flavor, with a hint of wine.
Feng Jue looked confused.
Shouldn’t be drunk…
At the end of the meal, Feng Jue still drank the glass of fruit wine Feng Qian poured.
Due to the low alcohol content of the fruit wine, Feng Jue did not respond at first.
Only the tip of the ear was slightly red.
Feng Qian sends Feng Jue back to the mansion.
When we arrived at Zhenbei Wangfu, it was already late at night.
Feng Jue’s steps were a little messy, and Feng Qian turned to look at him.
There was no expression on this man’s face, he was extremely cold, and he couldn’t see anything unusual.
Feng Jue put her long fingers on the door, and her cold eyes fell on the little emperor.
“Your Majesty doesn’t need to send Wei Chen again.”
Feng Qian blinked his eyes.
The debris drove her away again?
The little emperor curled his pink lips.
Don’t let me send it, I want it!
Not even if you are a fragment.
The little emperor held Feng Jue’s arm, and his beautiful eyes were a little angry.
“I want to send the emperor uncle.”
Feng Jue was holding his arm by the other side, and when he looked down, he saw the little emperor’s puffed-up appearance, his white and tender cheeks were slightly bulged, and he stared at a pair of beautiful eyes.
He lowered his eyes, feeling a little helpless.
In the end, he still compromised: “Then Wei Chen, thank your Majesty for your love.”
Feng Qian glanced at him, stopped looking at him, and held Feng Jue as if there was no one else around.
Feng Jue wasn’t annoyed either, just looked sideways at each other.
There were emotions in his cold eyes that he didn’t even understand.
This feeling is very strange, but it can make people happy.
The little emperor and Feng Jue get along like this, so that everyone in the Zhenbei palace is not surprised.
Every time the patrolling guards saluted solemnly, watching the backs of the two leave, their aunt smiled invariably.
It’s not that they are too gossipy.
But this kind of thing falls on their master, it is too rare!
The little emperor brought Feng Jue back to the room.
Feng Qian walked in first.
The furnishings in the room were exactly the same as when she came before, orderly and meticulous.
Feng Qian turned around and saw Feng Jue standing at the door, her head lowered slightly, as if someone had pressed the pause button.
Feng Qian wondered: “Uncle Huang?”
The next second, the room suddenly darkened.