The Third Part, Chapter 27: Zheng Ke's Wedding 4 After

LùkuòNot only was Ruan Ruan getting goosebumps down her spine, but she also felt a bit flustered, unsure how to explain this to her parents. After all, her relationship with Lu Kuo had always been amb...On the other side, Song Jingye stood quietly, seemingly lost in thought. Occasionally, his gaze would fall on Chen Ning's figure, unable to comprehend why she was crying at someone else's wedding. 。At the end of the wedding ceremony, Zhang Ni tossed her bouquet. Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, the bouquet landed perfectly in Chen Ling's hand. 。Flowers reflected the person, and people reflected the flowers. Chen Ling held a large bouquet of flowers to her nose, sniffing them happily, unable to stop smiling. It wasn't her wedding, but she felt happy nonetheless. 。Opposite Song Jingye looked at her, how did he feel that this girl was silly, crying for a while and laughing for a while. 。At the wedding banquet, Song Jingye, as a groomsman, was asked by Zheng Ke to drink. Of course, ordinary people didn't dare to give him alcohol, so the first few tables were replaced by other groomsmen who drank for Zheng Ke until they reached the tables of their former comrades. He couldn't refuse to drink anymore. 。He was so strict with them during his time in the army. Today, at this kind of occasion, everyone has loosened up, and they are pretending to toast the groom one cup after another, but actually, all the alcohol ends up in his hands, making him drink it all. 。

Chen Ling at the other table had been keeping an eye on him. She saw that he seemed to be a good drinker; even after several cups, his face remained unchanged and his expression was calm. This put her at ease somewhat. 。When she turned back, there was a plate of roast lamb on her table, not on the turntable. She was just about to put it on, when the person beside her said: "The waiter just said that this was specially made for you by the owner of this restaurant, and you must try it." 。"A restaurant owner

Chen Ning didn't know him, but obediently lowered her head and took a sip. The familiar taste instantly flooded her entire mouth, it was the same flavor as what the squad leader of the cooking class had made when she was in the Northwest troops." 。She looked around and saw her former class monitor's familiar face. It had been a long time, she immediately stood up, and the monitor walked towards her. 。He is the owner of this restaurant. 。Someone next to me reminded me. 。

“Xiao Ning, long time no see” 。“Come over here, class monitor. Are you still as enthusiastic as before” 。Whenever Chen Ling sees them, her eyes well up with tears. No matter how far she has gone or how long she has been away, as soon as she recalls that year and the warmth she received there, her heart softens. 。At this time, Zheng Ke and Song Jingye also came over. Zheng Ke had already had a bit too much to drink and smiled as he replied to Chen Ning, "Did you get a surprise seeing the class monitor He kept me in the dark and told me to wait until now to give you a surprise." 。"Of course I'm surprised, I knew the class monitor would definitely become successful with their cooking skills someday." 。"Our little Ling'er is now sweet-mouthed and beautiful." 。I almost didn't recognize you just now. 。The squad leader said happily. 。Chen Ning's change is really big. She used to be a skinny little girl in front of them, but now she has grown up so beautifully, graceful and elegant. 。The squad leader picked up a wine glass from the table and poured half a glass of wine into Song Jingye's and Zheng Ke's cups: "I can open a restaurant in Beijing and establish a foothold, all thanks to the support of Squad Leader Song and Zheng Ke. I have the confidence to do so. This cup, I must toast to you." 。The class monitor used to work in a different field. After transferring, he opened a restaurant outside and his business flourished thanks to his cooking skills. To expand his scale, he came to Beijing this year to open this restaurant, which has been very popular. 。He poured two glasses of wine, then turned to Chen Ning and said, "You should have a drink with me too, but you can have tea instead of wine." 。"

Chen Ling poured herself a glass and held it up to him: 'I can drink too, just a little.'" 。On such a happy day, of course we should drink. 。The monitor hesitated, and still treated her like a child.

She wasn't happy with that: "Don't you believe me Ask them" 。。"

Every time it's like this" 。

"Good" 。"

Chen Ning was very happy today, not only because Zheng Ke found happiness, but also because she saw the class monitor and the brothers who had been good to her in the northwest before. So she drank another half cup" 。It's just one drink, people are quite sober. 。As for Song Jingye, he seemed to have had a bit too much to drink later on. He was perfectly fine throughout the wedding ceremony and reception, not drunk at all. It was only in the evening, when he caught up with some of his comrades who were also attending the wedding, that he drank a little too much. 。These comrades were the first batch he brought with him when he went to the northwest after graduating from the military academy, so their relationship was relatively deep. 。Chen Ling has been staying by his side the whole time, waiting. 。Since Song Jingye returned to Beijing two years ago, he has been under immense work pressure. There have been massive changes in personnel from all sides, and even the Lu family hasn't been spared. The Song family is also walking a tightrope, with every step carefully considered. 。Faced with emotional distress, he had been suppressing his feelings for a long time. Today, taking advantage of Zheng Ke's wedding, he indulged himself by drinking heavily, leaving his mind blank. 。

By the time they finally dispersed, it was deep into the night. Chen Ning waited until late at night. 。During this time, Song's mother had called her, asking when she would be returning home. She learned that they were attending a wedding together. 。She told the truth: "He had a little bit to drink today." 。"Xiao Ning, I've asked the driver to pick you up. You help your aunt send him home, I don't trust the driver. " 。OK. 。“No need for Song Mu to remind her, she would send him back herself, ensuring his safety.” 。Song Jingye's actual drinking capacity was pretty good. Even when drunk, he stayed still and obedient, only going to the bathroom for a while to vomit when the driver went to turn the car around. 。Chen Ning waited by the bathroom door, after a while she came out. She probably washed her face, so her hair at the forehead was slightly damp. The front of her white shirt was also wet in patches, as if burned by alcohol, and her eyes were also red. 。She stepped forward to help him, but he brushed her hand away: "Xiao Ning, go back. I'm not drunk." 。"Okay, you're not drunk. The driver is outside, let's go." 。She still stepped forward and took his hand, preventing him from losing his balance and falling. Fortunately, his steps were still steady as he walked. 。The driver saw them come out from afar and hurried over to help, but Song Jingye shook off their hand and got into the car himself. Chen Ning also sat in the back seat. 。After he got in the car, he became very quiet. After driving for a while, he seemed to fall asleep, his head gradually leaning against her shoulder. 。Although he smelled of alcohol, it couldn't mask the strong and sunny scent that was inherently his. It was actually quite pleasant. 。Of course, Chen Ling knew this was a taste she felt, an abstract taste. 。His heavy breaths fell on her shoulders, on her neck, burning her so that she almost felt drunk. 。The car's lights flickered, casting an ethereal glow that made her heart flutter. She gently lowered her head, pressing her face against his forehead. It was warm and comforting, yet she felt a nervous tremor course through her. She didn't want to pull away. In this position, he was even closer to her, leaning against her shoulder with his nose touching her neck. His breath seemed to grow heavier, almost feverish. 。Chen Ling knew this should be their closest limit, no, it should be the closest limit she could imagine between them. 。There probably won't be another chance like this one again. 。She craved this kind of physical

contact, even if it was just a dream. painted on her face, her hair is messy, and she is currently being dragged by her hair and beaten while curled up on the ground, seemingly near death...It was just acting, everyone knew that, but she...