Fu Ting was very sensitive to the smell of alcohol, so she immediately turned on the lights in the living room.
On the sofa in the middle, Cen Juan sat on it. His head was slightly lowered, so his face could not be seen. There were seven or eight empty bottles of red wine on the coffee table in front of him.
Fu Ting walked up to him and looked down at him." Why did you drink so much?"
When the man heard the voice, he raised his head slowly.
Under the light, the man's facial features became more prominent and deep, making him look indescribably enchanting.
His eyes were obviously drunk, and the corners of his eyes were red. He was 30% lazy, 50% dazed, and 20% lonely.
Cen Juan suddenly smiled and adjusted his sitting posture." You're back.""
Fu Ting frowned and looked at him unhappily." Why did you drink so much?"
"Today is my brother's birthday."Cen Juan lowered his eyes slightly and said slowly," Can't you celebrate yourself?"
