Zhang Zifeng was half-squatting among the flowers, a puzzled look on his chubby face.
"Senior Brother? Why did he call Brother Little Ye Senior Brother?”
The simple way of addressing him and the complicated emotions on Fatty Di's face told Zhang Zifeng.
There was something between the two of them! Or maybe there was a story!
She decided to continue eavesdropping.
It was not right to eavesdrop, but when it came to Brother Ye's matter, she still followed him unconsciously.
Since she was already here, she had to take it as it was. She suppressed the guilt in her heart and stared at him quietly with her big eyes.
Soon, Ye Fang took out a bottle of wine.
Zhang Zifeng recognized the bottle of wine. It was " Lingyu Wine ", which was also the wine that Brother Xiaoye didn't let her drink last night.
However, Little Ye Bro was willing to share it with Sister Fatty Di.
Why?
Zhang Zifeng bit his lips as he felt a little sour.
In the pavilion.
Ye Fang placed two wine glasses and wine on the stone table, sat down, and opened the bottle cap.
In an instant, a rich aroma of wine wafted out. Fatty Di couldn't help but sniff the fragrance.
The fragrance of this wine could make people a little drunk. No wonder Teacher Huang and the others couldn't forget their senior brother's wine.
Fatty Di had never thought that he would be able to sit with his senior brother under the starry sky and drink his senior brother's wine one day.
The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and there was a smile on her face.
His mood also became a little better.
Ye Fang raised his hand to pour her some wine, but Fatty Di stood up and stopped him.""Senior Brother, let me do it."
"Alright." Ye Fang released his hand and nodded with a smile.
Her fair hand picked up the dark-colored wine bottle and slowly poured the transparent wine into the glass.
She didn't dare to pour too much, so she covered half of the glass and put it back in its original place.
"I heard that Shixiong's wine is very expensive, so I don't dare to be greedy.”
Fatty Di sounded like he was joking. The atmosphere between the two was relaxed and harmonious.
Ye Fang only smiled faintly and helplessly.""No matter how expensive it is, it doesn't matter if you want to drink more.”
His tone was filled with the love of an older brother, which made Fatty Di instantly return to his student days.
At that time, she always called him "Senior Brother" and "Senior Brother", and Ye Fang really treated her as a younger sister.
This feeling made her cherish it, but it also made her feel pain.
A younger sister could be loved, but she could only be a younger sister forever.
Ye Fang wasn't the kind of Sea King that the internet was talking about. If he treated her as a " sister ", it was only because she was close to Lingyu, and nothing else.
Fatty Di lowered his head and smiled. His exotic face was filled with helplessness.
Now that Lingyu was not around, she could still be treated as a " younger sister " by her senior brother. She did not know if it was a blessing or a bitter thing...
She took a sip of wine and the wine flowed into her mouth.
A sweet taste filled his mouth.
Her eyes lit up. This kind of sweet wine was something that all girls liked.
This sweetness was getting sweeter and sweeter, just like how she felt when she was with her senior brother.
It was as if a honey jar had been knocked over in his heart.
Before she could fall in love with the sweetness, the burning spiciness that followed irritated her throat.
She, who didn't drink much, found it difficult to withstand such an intense reaction.
Her two beautiful eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and she could only swallow the wine in her mouth urgently.
Soon, the burning sensation disappeared.
She thought that this would make her feel much better, but the bitterness in her mouth lingered for a long time.
This glass of wine…
She could taste sweetness, heat, and bitterness from it.
This was like a relationship that had ended without a good ending…
She raised her head and asked Ye Fang,""Does this wine have a name?"
"Yes, I named it after her.”Ye Fang said in a deep voice.
Her name…Lingyu wine?
No wonder!
The taste of this wine was just like the process of his senior brother and Lingyu falling in love.
The sweetness at the beginning, then the intense pain after losing her, the pain until it disappeared from the world of all her friends and elders.
The final bitterness was like the long and long solitude of his senior brother during these five years.
She could taste the wine, but she also felt that she was in such a sorry state as she sat there.
She thought that following him was the end of a seven-year crush and the beginning of an open relationship.
However, after seeing so much " evidence " of her senior brother still loving Lingyu, she admitted that she was scared.
After a moment of silence, she began to drink the wine in stifled gulps, savoring the love between her senior brother and Lingyu again and again.
It felt like a knife was being used to cut her heart again and again.
Ye Fang didn't say anything when he saw her drinking silently. He only took small sips.
He was already used to the bitterness and heat of this wine…
Zhang Zifeng looked at this scene from afar. He was confused and confused.
She couldn't express her doubts, but the two of them drank silently…What was going on?
The audience in the live broadcast room was even more dumbfounded.
"What's going on? Fatty Deeny started drinking?"
"These two people aren't talking because they're anxious to death!”
"Why does Fatty Di keep drinking?”
"Little Deeny really can't hold her liquor well. I don't know why she's drinking glass after glass.”
"As a peeping Tom, I'm dying of anxiety.”
"What's the situation if you don't say it!"
"Why didn't Boss Ye stop him?”
"Don't be so stubborn. This is what Little Deeny wanted to drink.”
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After finishing the third glass of wine, she wanted to pour more, but Ye Fang raised his hand to stop her.
"Stop drinking. This wine is very strong. You can only drink three glasses at most.”
Ye Fang didn't stop her because he estimated the alcohol content that Fatty Deeny could take. He allowed her to drink three cups, but she couldn't drink the fourth cup.
At this moment, Fatty Di's face was flushed from his neck to his cheeks. His fair face was covered in a red flush, and even his beautiful eyes were a little drunk.
Her eyes were red, and her shoulders were shaking. Tears fell like broken beads.
In the end, she couldn't help but cry.
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