Chapter 116: What is Love?

  The corners of her mouth rose in a slightly sexy smile as she swept her gaze over the crowd: "Ten cups is ten cups..."

  Said so lightly and carefree, then, with a toss of his head, he downed the wine in one gulp.

  Then came the second cup, the third cup...the fifth cup...

  He was drinking like plain water, but she really couldn't bear it, and by the sixth cup, she hastily reached out to grab him.

  "If I drink half a cup, then can't he just drink five cups?"

  Snow fell on a large table of people and said.

  Gong Yunxiu and they all sat there in silence, without saying a word, only with a stifled smile on their faces.

  Following several others, they all stood there in a daze. Upon hearing Xue's words, they slightly nodded their heads: "Uh... alright... of course..."

  She snatched the cup from Cang Mu's hand and, without thinking, tilted her head back and took a big gulp.

  The spicy flavor suddenly went from her mouth to her throat and then into her stomach, as if a fire was burning all the way down. She couldn't help but cough, and her entire small face turned bright red.

  "Sister-in-law, you have a great capacity for liquor, I really couldn't tell..."

  "I really didn't expect it... A beautiful woman drinking can be so bold and uninhibited..."

  "A heroine among women, just like our Shadow..."

  People who reacted, all of you one sentence I one sentence, Snow fell just felt the whole person dizzy, listening to their voices, it seemed to be getting farther and farther away.

  "Sigh... I'll make a summary statement: It can be seen that Mrs. Fenton loves Fenton very much..."

  "Right, right, right... deep affection between husband and wife..."

  "I only envy the mandarin ducks, but not the immortals..."

  Xue Luo felt that not only her entire face was burning, but also her whole body was burning, as if there was a fire burning.

  And that sentence: It can be seen that Mrs. Fenton loves Fenton very much...

  She heard it loud and clear.

  Mrs. Feltman... love, Feltman?

  What is love? What is love?

  She loved him for so many years, until now, suddenly realized that she couldn't even say what love is.

  She sat silently on one side, her mind wandering, dazed and confused.

  Her ears were filled with their chatter, but she could no longer hear a single clear word that she could understand.

  He gazed into her eyes, this look, was indeed arrogant, but ten cups of whisky, he thought, tonight's faller would definitely be him.

  She rushed out halfway, so reckless, but with a small face that was stubborn and strong-willed, as if there was a kind of determination to do it no matter what others said, even if she failed.

  He knew she couldn't handle her liquor, but seeing her drink like that without a care, even if it was just half a cup, and even though she was already tipsy, he didn't stop her, he was willing to watch her be reckless.

  For him, she would stop at nothing.

  It feels like someone is gently scratching your heart with a soft feather, making it itch and feel warm in the pit of your stomach.

  He heard that sentence: It can be seen that Mrs. Fenton loves Fenton very much...

  Although he knew it was a joke, and although he also knew that she couldn't possibly erase that person from her heart, yet he couldn't help but feel secretly delighted by this sentence.

  He likes to see her looking at him shyly, he likes to see her smiling happily, he likes to see her being extremely angry but with tears in her eyes, he likes to see her blushing, he likes to see her doing something with determination, and that thing is for him.

  He likes it very much...

  He lowered his gaze and played with the cup in his hand, feeling a little dizzy too.

  He thought he must have been drunk, so he had the idea just now.

  Every woman around him is hundreds or thousands of times stronger than her, what makes him like someone like her? She's just a silly little fool, how could he possibly like her?

  One second after signing the divorce agreement, he regretted it.

  He clearly said that this life would let her never think of being with that person together, how could the words he just said be forgotten by her in an instant?

  But he had already signed it, how could he possibly ask her to tear it up and say no, without her, he would not be able to live.

  It turned out he was doing very well.

  Every night is filled with nightlife.

  Bars, mahjong, snooker, KTV... he was so excited that he even forgot to sleep.

  That night, he came out of the bar.

  That day he wasn't feeling well, and after only two glasses of brandy, he was already feeling dizzy. An American girl stuck close to him, her body pressed against his, the smell making him frown instinctively.

  He suddenly thought of the faint scent of her shower gel, which was surprisingly familiar, so familiar that even after she had been away for many days, he could still recall it clearly.

  At that moment, he seemed to have suddenly woken up, pushed away the foreign girl, stood up and walked out of the bar.

  But he saw her crying on the ground outside.

  He felt that at that moment, it was like a dream come true, how could he possibly run into her?

  But it was indeed her.

  She cried so hard that it was heartbreaking, and anyone who saw her would feel sorry for her.

  But he just stood there, staring at her coldly.

  Because he knew those tears weren't shed for him.

  He and she had already severed all ties with each other.

  What's he thinking about her for? What's he looking at her for? What does her crying have to do with you?

  Then he moved his feet and went forward, but only took two steps, and the person behind him fell down...

  He thought, even as a stranger, he should help her up and send her home?

  Then he really helped her up and sent her home.

  "En en, continue tomorrow ~~ Those with monthly tickets, send me a monthly ticket ~~ Mu mu everyone ~~"