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Chapter 310

Jiang Jinwen was stunned, and then his eyes became a little strange.

He confirmed, "I'm asking me to come here to drink?"

Bo Qingyun's tone was scattered: "Isn't it obvious?"

Jiang Jinwen looked at him and looked at the wine glass on the table again.

He took the cup into his hand and was about to put it into his mouth, but stopped again: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Bo Qingyun narrowed her eyes and said, "I look like someone who is in a bad mood and can drink and get drunk?"

"Why can't you? You..." Jiang Jinwen said halfway through his sharp eyes.

"Haha," he laughed dryly: "What you said makes sense. Have you said it a long time ago? Then I'll drink it openly!"

Jiang Jinwen poured it down, and Bo Qingjun poured the wine slowly.

He drank slowly and had too generous facial features. He slowed down and looked like a movie shot.

Jiang Jinwen drank another drink, burped, and couldn't help saying, "After so many years, you have never changed like this. No wonder those little girls are all fascinated by you."

"Oh?" Bo Qingyun shook the cup in her hand and said casually: "What are there?"

Jiang Jinwen didn't expect that he was really interested in listening. He suddenly became interested and drank even harder, so he leaned in front of him.

"That Xia..." A name was halfway through, and it almost bit her tongue when it was closed too quickly. Jiang Jinwen thought that he must be confused by drinking, otherwise what he thought of was Xia Wanxing?

I remember that Xia Wanxing had been in the Bo family since she was a child, and the brothers had joked a lot, thinking that she was Bo Qingyun's child bride.

The little girl is also very handsome, soft and weak, looking like a bully little lamb, and she can't help but tease her when she meets her.

Logically speaking, they don’t have many opportunities to meet. After all, although the Xia family and the Bo family have a connection, they are still not as good as their circle.

But he had a deep impression of Xia Wanxing and thought it would be great to have such a little girl to be a wife in the future.

But he didn't expect that something would happen later. When Mrs. Bo's death came, he could not associate the hit-and-run evil man with Xia Wanxing's little white flower-like face.

But then there were a lot of evidence that made people believe it. In addition, Xia Hongzhen was seriously ill during that period and almost couldn't be rescued.

This obviously had a huge blow to the Xia family. For the sake of future glory and wealth, it was not impossible for Xia Wanxing to be obsessed with Mrs. Bo for a while.

What happened next was gathered in a mess, and Bo Qingyun began to take revenge, and Xia Wanxing died of dying from labor in prison. One by one, it was too chaotic, and he couldn't remember it.

But at a certain moment, when I thought of Xia Wanxing's eyes looking at Bo Qingyun, it was a subconscious pursuit. Maybe neither of the parties involved did not realize it, but in the eyes of a bystander, Xia Wanxing should have been a little sincere to Bo Qingyun...

Jiang Jinwen shook his head and smiled with a little self-deprecating smile. When drinking, he began to recall the past.

He quickly smiled and said, "Is that Xia Siyue? There are countless like this. Don't pretend to be a big-tailed wolf here."

Bo Qingyun's eyes turned cold and her voice was low, "If you can't speak, you can close it."

"Okay, okay, I know you don't like to listen to these things, so I'll punish myself for a drink." At this time, the Tixia family was disgusting, and Jiang Jinwen drank it very consciously.

Whether a person is drunk or not is not only related to the quality of alcohol, but also has something to do with other aspects.

For example, Jiang Jinwen's way of drinking is so fast that even if he drinks well, his head will soon become dizzy.

Before he knew it, he drank most of the wine on the table, and his vision was blurred.

After identifying it for a long time, Bo Qingyun was still sitting there as steady as a mountain, drinking more elegantly than others.

Looking at him again, there were not many bottles.
Chapter completed!
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