Seeing that Mo Xishu's face was wrong, Ling Luoyu spoke in time.

"Fatty man, did you still need fruit wine before drunk you to death yesterday?! That fruit wine is a secret recipe from my aunt's house. How can an outsider like you come here?!"

"What outsider?!" Feng Chenglin stared uncomfortably: "Why am I an outsider!?"

He stood up suddenly, screaming at his neck.

"Who are you? You are from your Mo Xuanchen, what are they? They are Mo Xuanchen's relatives, who am I? I am your brother who was born to death... everyone is blunt, they are all a family! It's a family, why are there still outsiders and insiders talking about it? Aunt, you said I was right?!"

His false reasoning makes sense everywhere, so how could Mo Xishu say "no".

He chuckled at the moment: "Mr. Feng said it is naturally good. In the final analysis, we are all a family... Since we are a family, naturally there should be no secrets, but... the fruit wine is not made by me. Yes, it's the secret recipe passed down from the ancestors of our family...If you want to, I'm afraid it's a little troublesome..."

Before she finished speaking, Ling Luoyu interrupted him.

"My aunt doesn't care about him. Fatty Feng is greedy, and he wants to show off in front of his friends. Even if his aunt really gave him the secret recipe, he wouldn't be able to brew it himself... How can you make any wine!"

Feng Chenglin was a little bit aggrieved: "San Shao, don't take you down like this! I don't think that fruit wine is quite good, so I want to make it all the way. Why is it so unbearable in your mouth?! "

He waved his hand unhappily and rubbed against Gongsun Pound.

"I can't tell you women clearly, Master Gongsun, let's have a drink somewhere else?"

From beginning to end, Gongsun Pound didn't look at Ling Luoyu and Mo Xishu much.

Now Feng Chenglin took the initiative to toast, and he responded accordingly.

"I still have some Tibetan wine there. If Mr. Feng is not afraid of a hangover before he wakes up, how about going with me?!"

"Okay..."

Feng Chenglin seemed to be unable to get what he wanted, and quickly followed Gongsun Pound.

"Three young masters, I'm going to a drunk party. When you are leaving, you must call me. I'm afraid I will be drunk again..."

Ling Luoyu responded with a smile and took a sip of soup disapprovingly.

When he raised his eyes again, he met Mo Xishu's charming eyes.

Ling Luoyu was seen a little guilty of conscience, and put down the soup in a shame.

"Aunt...why are you looking at me like that?!"

Mo Xishu suddenly moved forward and fixedly looked into her eyes.

"Last night... Gongsun... did you do anything to you?!"

Ling Luoyu subconsciously hugged his chest, with a look of trepidation: "Master Gongsun? What happened to me? What did he do to me?!"

Mo Xishu blinked and suddenly realized a problem.

Ling Luoyu is still unmarried, and is still very vague about men and women.

It is estimated that unless she asks carefully, Ling Luoyu will understand what she means.

"Ugh"

Mo Xishu let out a long sigh and sat down dejectedly.

"Last night I saw that you were drunk, so I asked Meng Fu to take you to a guest room to rest, and I couldn't keep looking at you because of temporary things... Until this morning, I heard Meng Fu say, Gongsun Pound... was in your room last night..."

"Aunt..."

Ling Luoyu screamed and stood up, her pink cheeks turned into a peach color in shame.

"You... what do you mean?!"