His words diluted the sad atmosphere, and some of the strong men who were red-nosed burst into laughter. After that, they were too embarrassed to cry again. Everyone looked at each other. Gradually, they laughed more.
Yan Yexi looked at Zhuge Xiaohua with satisfaction and held the book tightly in her arms to comfort her. This boy was really a good husband after thinking it through.
"Everyone, let me toast you with this bowl of wine. Tonight, we won't go home until we're drunk!" Yan Yexi dragged Eleven to a table next to her. At some point, she carried a large bowl in her hand and bravely made a toast in all directions. Yan Yexi raised her head to take the first toast.
"Pay my respect to everyone!" Eleven had already drunk a lot before, and his incomparably delicate face was already full
