I really don't want to live with the female president

Shen Chumo's mouth was still relatively small, but he drank half of it in one breath.

She let out a long breath, and a pair of beautiful eyes were shining with surprise.

"How do you feel?" Seeing her like this, Xiao Yi asked with a smile.

"Very cool." Shen Chumo had never drunk beer like this before, and nodded in approval.

One is that she hardly ever drinks beer.

What's more, she drank it once before, and it felt bitter and not good.

But she didn't expect that drinking according to what Xiao Yi said would be so refreshing.

It seemed that all the troubles were resolved by this sip of wine.

The wind at night was very cool, Shen Chumo ate a mouthful of grilled skewers, and drank a big sip of wine with Xiao Yi, and immediately felt a feeling that he had never felt before.

After get off work, the tiredness fades away.

She felt that this moment was undoubtedly the most comfortable.

A pleasant and soothing smile appeared on her small face. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Seeing that Shen Chumo could accept it, Xiao Yi dragged a case of wine to his feet with a lighted cigarette in his mouth, and opened them all.

"These are yours, these are mine." Xiao Yi pushed the three bottles of beer in front of Shen Chumo, pointed to the six bottles of beer in front of him and said, "I'll drink two and you drink one, don't play tricks."

Shen Chumo also seemed interested, and drank against him.

After drinking, Shen Chumo finally knew why Xiao Yi said that he drank and ate too much.

Because even she felt that she ate at least twice as much as before.

"Are you investigating my parents recently?" After drinking four bottles of wine, Shen Chumo's cheeks were slightly flushed, and his beautiful eyes were watery, as if holding a pool of clear water.

"Yes." Xiao Yi rolled the skewer, and nodded without concealing it when Shen Chumo asked.

"What did you find out?" Shen Chumo asked, staring straight at him.

"Nothing was investigated." Xiao Yi said while eating.

Shen Chumo nodded, and then asked, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm your husband, who else can I be? Did you drink too much?" Xiao Yi looked at her and said with a smile.

"You just drank too much!" Shen Chumo unexpectedly snorted: "I'm just getting started, I want wine."

"you sure?"

"if not?"

Xiao Yi laughed, and then called out: "Miss Boss, have another case of beer!"

People who drink, their eyes will drift over from time to time.

Seeing Xiao Yi who was drinking with that beautiful woman with great temperament, everyone's eyes were filled with jealousy.

When will they have the chance to have a drink with the beauty?

Not to mention the top-quality ones, even those who look a little better are satisfied.

"Forget it, forget it, we are all ordinary people, we can find a woman to marry and have children in this life, and it would be great if there is no disease or disaster. Why do you think so much?"

"That's right, if you didn't have it when you were born, it's basically hard to get it again in this life. Drink!"

People around shook their heads, comforting themselves.

"You guys, you can't say that." Just then, a laughing voice sounded from the side.

I saw an old man in his 60s wearing a long gown looking at them.

The old man was dressed as if he was talking about a cross talk, and he was dressed like he was in the Republic of China, so Xiao Yi couldn't help but glance over there.

His silver-black hair was combed back meticulously, and he wore an eye patch over his left eye, making him look like a one-eyed dragon.

"Several, do you want to tell your fate? Don't accept money." The old man asked with a smile.

"No need, my life is already suffering enough. If I calculate that the rest of my life will be even more unsatisfactory, wouldn't I have to live?" The people at the table waved their hands.

The old man didn't bother to say anything more, turned around and walked to the next table: "Would you like to tell your fate? You are not allowed to charge money."

The guests at that table seemed to have drunk too much, someone asked: "If it is accurate, how much will you charge?"

The old man laughed and said, "Fortune-telling is to spy on the secrets of the heavens, with the secrets—"

"Okay, okay, you don't have to say so much, just tell me how much it is." The man waved his hand and said.

The old man said with a smile: "Look at this gentleman. It's fine to give one yuan, or ten yuan. It's even better if you give one hundred yuan. You can't go down to the bottom, and you can't go up to the top."

"Okay, do the math for me, and see if you can do it right."

The people drinking at the next table looked over there curiously.

After the old man sat down, he began to talk about the old god.

After Xiao Yi saw it, he slowly shook his head.

He has never been a big believer in fortune-telling.

Although there are some sayings, but now it is common, most of them have read some books, followed others to learn the art of observing people, and then asked a few seemingly random questions, and they can basically tell some truths.

Of course, it doesn't mean that all fortune-telling is fake.

There are also true fortune tellers.

But if it is really the kind that can figure something out, people will not easily calculate it. If you do this kind of thing, you will lose your life, and it is impossible for everyone to see it on the street.

And such a master, he had really seen one before.

"Do you believe in fate?" Seeing him looking over there, Shen Chumo asked.

"I don't believe it." Xiao Yi shook his head.

"I believe it." Shen Chumo looked at the fortune teller, leaving Xiao Yi with a perfect and stunning profile.

"I heard from my grandfather that there used to be a fortune teller who did a fortune teller for my parents after I was born."

Hearing this, Xiao Yi smiled: "Does it mean that your parents will suffer from bloodshed and lives in danger in the next few years? Most of them are deceitful, and they are completely deceived. The deceived ones are the same."

Shen Chumo shook his head, his drunk clear eyes regained a little brightness: "No, that person must not be fooled."

Xiao Yi was taken aback, and looked at Shen Chumo in surprise.

This chick, doesn't seem to have said anything so absolutely?

Not to mention, something like this.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Shen Chumo: "Why are you so sure?"

Shen Chumo stared at Xiao Yi for a while, then raised his wine glass and stretched it over the table: "Drink."

Xiao Yi raised his wine glass to touch her, and then drank it down.

Shen Chumo also drank a lot in this breath, nearly two-thirds of it down.

A lot of wine flowed from the corners of her lips and chin to the snow-white neck, and continued to flow from the neckline to the inside.

Xiao Yi couldn't help but look a little deeply.

"Do you know what that fortune teller said?" Shen Chumo wiped it gently with a tissue.

Even if she drank too much, the elegance in her bones would not disappear.

"How do you say it?" Xiao Yi asked following her words.

"Fortune teller, I wrote down the year, month and day of the year when my parents had an accident, and it turned out—my parents really had an accident on that day..."