1002: C1002 Sheng Er You're Almost Drunk

C1002 Sheng Er You're Almost Drunk

"Let's roll dice to see who's bigger and who wins." Sheng Yan felt that this method was extremely fair, "Anyway, it is the system's random. Let's see who gets unlucky today."

Mu Qichen grinded his teeth. At this moment, he was thinking about why he did not learn how to play on WeChat. He heard that this type of roll dice seemed to be able to cheat.

Just as Mu Qichen nodded his head, he saw Sheng Yan smiling and saying, "I threw six. It's your turn."

She had already thrown six. This sentence definitely would not lose.

This six could be counted?

Mu Qichen did not argue with her for the time being. He clicked the die's expression package and returned it to Sheng Yan.

It was one.

"Hahahahaha!"

A woman's undisguised laughter echoed in the study, accompanied by schadenfreude.

Sheng Yan felt that this was a perfect start.

"Then I will be polite!" Sheng Yan did not move the stool. She directly tiptoed and sat on the desk. She turned to face Mu Qichen and said, "I asked! Tell me about your understanding of Ansley."

"Wait!" Sheng Yan had just finished speaking when she realized there was a trap in the question. If Mu Qichen said something that could be found online and fooled her, she would suffer a huge loss.

She changed her words and asked in more detail, "What is Ansley's personality and preferences like? If you want to be more specific, you can't just say one or two words to deceive him. Mu Qichen, don't be unable to play!"

Mu Qichen sneered. He wanted to see who could not play.

"Ansley is calm and reserved. Although he is the leader of the Cyril family, he doesn't like socializing and isn't interested in the management of the family. He loves astronomy and marine life research."

Astrology?

Marine life?

When Sheng Yan heard these two words, a series of question marks appeared on her forehead.

It completely touched her knowledge blind spot.

However, Sheng Yan noticed that when Mu Qichen said that Ansley was calm and reserved, his eyes were especially heavy. It meant that he did not believe this description at all, and Ansley showed that he was gentle and reserved. He was calm and elegant, but privately... She thought of the man who kept eating snacks in the lounge. He pinned the words "different in appearance," "like to eat snacks," and the words "young man's anger" on this person.

" He's not interested in running the family. Then who is in charge of the Cyril family? "Sheng Yan asked.

Mu Qichen reminded her, "This is another question."

Sheng Yan suddenly realized that the information Mu Qichen gave her just now actually had words in it. He deliberately set up a suspense and waited for her to ask next time.

This person was really ruthless!

"Okay! Again!"

Sheng Yan was lucky and threw a five. The corner of her mouth raised into a smile.

Mu Qichen could not have thrown six at the same time. How could he be so lucky with a one in six chance?

Reality proved that Young Master Mu wasn't as lucky as that one sixth.

Mu Qichen threw three at the same time.

Sheng Yan gestured for Mu Qichen to continue the topic.

"Didn't Ansley tell you that Sheng Jiyang is with him now?" Mu Qichen turned the goblet in his hand and sped up the contact between the red wine and the air. " If I'm not wrong, Sheng Jiyang is now helping him manage the Cyril family."

Her conscious was that her brother had now become Ansley's lifelong laborer? Ansley is like a rich man who plays something he likes, waiting for him to make a fortune?

No matter how she thought about it, her brother was very miserable.

But when he saw his brother and Ansley's way of getting along in the lounge, his brother was completely different from a miserable beating worker.

Sheng Yan could not help but ask, "Why did Ansley leave the family matters to your brother without worry? Would the other people of the Cyril family agree?"

Sheng Jiyang was an outsider. The oil within the Cyril family was fat and had power and influence in the outside world. How could he agree?

Mu Qichen did not say anything.

Sheng Yan understood. She gritted her teeth and said, "This is the next question, right? Again!"

Sheng Yan did not have such good luck this time.

Sheng Yan voted three times.

Mu Qichen threw four.

"Ask what you want to ask." Sheng Yan only hoped that Mu Qichen would finish this round quickly. They threw in the next round, and she still had many questions to ask.

Mu Qichen handed the glass of red wine in his hand to Sheng Yan, "Drink it. I have nothing to ask now."

If he wanted to ask, he would just say, Do you still have me in your heart?

Regardless of whether Sheng Yan had it or not, he would not let her go easily.

So it was fine to ask and not ask.

Or ask again. How about I chase you after Dano's matter is settled?

Sheng Yan would probably scold him for being crazy.

Sheng Yan did not think much about it and finished a mouthful of red wine that was filled with thirty percent of the wine in the goblet in one gulp.

Sheng Yan had been cold white skin since she was young. The crystal clear red wine flowed into her lips. When she put down the wine glass, there was a layer of water stains on her lips, making people want to have a taste. Seeing this, Mu Qichen's eyes darkened.

"Continue."

This time, the feast was thrown six more times.

Who knew Mu Qichen also threw six.

Her heart skipped a beat. She had a bad feeling about this.

Furthermore, she had been good since she was a child.

Sure enough, from this round onwards, Sheng Yan did not win five or six times in a row.

The red wine was poured into Sheng Yan's mouth one after another.

"You did not deliberately come to drink with me, did you?" Sheng Yan could not help but have conspiracy theories.

The degree of the red wine was not low. It was not a crime to drink it just now. But the aftereffects were great. Even though Sheng Yan's alcohol tolerance was not bad, after drinking so much pure red wine that had not been mixed with other drinks, her face was also covered with a thin layer of red, and even her eyes were covered with a layer of watery light.

Especially in her current position, her legs were crossed as she hid on the table. When she turned around to look at Mu Qichen, her movements outlined her body's curves to be incomparably graceful.

Mu Qichen felt that his throat was somewhat dry, but he did not drink.1

Sheng Yan threw five and urged Mu Qichen, "Continue."

"Still want to continue?" Mu Qichen kindly reminded her, "Waiter Sheng, you are about to get drunk."

Sheng Yan's mind was indeed buzzing, but she could still be considered clear-headed. She was just a little excited.

She leaned her body towards Mu Qichen and provocatively asked him, "Mu Qichen, do you want to be a grandson?"

What did he mean by treating good intentions like a donkey's liver and lungs? Mu Qichen had met him now.

He glanced down and saw Sheng Yan's collar lowered. The scenery inside was beautiful. After two seconds, he looked away and pressed the dice.

Her taste still did not change. She liked to wear black inside.

Mu Qichen gave her one last reminder. She ignored it. Who could she blame?

Mu Qichen continued to play the game with a clear conscience. This time, he threw in the first place.

He looked at the number he threw lazily. When he heard Sheng Yan's happy "yay," a smile flashed across his eyes.

"Why did Ansley take care of the Cyril family for my brother? Could it be that they knew each other before? But I've never heard that my brother knows anyone from any family in Mexico. " Sheng Yan drank a little too much. Her mind was clear, but she could not control her mouth. She spoke a series of words.

Mu Qichen did not argue with her. He looked at her charming face and said, "Sheng Jiyang and Ansley have known each other for a long time. When you first met me."

"Ah? Why didn't I know?"

Isn't it normal that you don't know about your brother's friends?

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