Chapter 317 The Asura Field of the Rich Wife (36)

Qi Jin showed no embarrassment, he walked over naturally, Fu Yue stood beside him, when passing by the table, the man's white fingertips were holding a glass of wine, and handed it to Fu Yue.

Fu Yue was just about to take it, but Qi Jin withdrew his hand again, "No, you can't drink."

Fu Yue took a glass of wine by himself, raised his head and took a big sip, then hooked his red lips provocatively at Qi Jin: "How about we compare?"

Qi Jin: "...don't make trouble."

Drink three rounds.

The atmosphere gradually became lively, and some people became less restrained. The female companions brought by the dignitaries, all dressed in cheongsams and with curly hair permed, are charming and charming, forming a beautiful scenery by themselves.

Several other warlords and marshals also came to toast with Qi Jin one after another, and finally someone couldn't help asking, "Young Marshal Qi, what's going on with your face?"

Someone asked a question, and almost everyone around them listened with ears pricked up.

Qi Jin was very calm, clasped Fu Yue's five fingers in one hand, held a glass of wine in the other, and said lightly, "It's nothing, it's just that I've offended Madam."

Fu Yue: "..."

other people:"……"

The Marshal Yuan who spoke just now has a straightforward personality, his voice is loud, and he is a big bastard, "What? Marshal Qi, you were injured by your wife?"

His voice was really loud, and after he shouted this sentence, almost everyone in the audience heard it, and then everyone looked at him in unison. Some people stared at the slap marks on Qi Jin's face, while others secretly sized up Fu Yue.

Qi Jin nodded calmly, then put his arms around Fu Yue's shoulders, and introduced: "This is my wife, Su Chiyue."

Fu Yue: "..."

I thank you for elevating me so much.

Then the few people around Qi Jin began to do fancy rainbow farts, they were all praising Fu Yue, and of course they were sincere praises.

"Madam Qi is beautiful, the young commander is blessed."

"Yes, yes, the young marshal and his wife are a match made in heaven!"

...

After drinking to the top, some people also began to talk out of their minds.

There was an officer with his tongue out, and drunkenly said to Fu Yue: "Mrs. Qi, you are really serious. How could you hit Young Marshal Qi in the face? It's too embarrassing for him, okay..."

There was an instant silence.

The person next to the officer elbowed him and cursed secretly: "Lieutenant Colonel Zhou, be careful with what you say, don't say anything."

Qi Jin was not angry, instead he frowned, and said slowly: "Colonel Zhou's words are wrong, Qi is afraid of guilt, so don't say these words in front of my wife from now on."

Fu Yue: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Inexplicably, I felt that my face was shown.

Fu Yue raised her eyes to look at Qi Jin, with a hypocritical smile on her face, and said sadly: "You seem to be wronged."

The young officer smiled, lowered his long eyelashes, opened his thin lips, and said in a low magnetic voice: "Qi Jin dare not."

Seeing the way these two get along, everyone felt horrified for a moment.

From now on.

The Qi family's amazingly talented young marshal, the reputation of being afraid of internal affairs, and the fact that he went to the banquet with a slap on his face, almost spread throughout the entire North City.

Of course, this is something.

*

At this moment.

A refined and clear voice suddenly sounded behind Qi Jin and Fu Yue.

"Young Master Qi, long time no see."

"Also, Mrs. Su... Qi"