But the more so, the less realistic Vanessa felt.

She had never seen such a van Gogh.

He should not have lied to her because of her birthday today, so she deliberately lied to her... nor cheated, after all, he just wished her a happy birthday, not to confess to her, but her own crecy.

If only she really wanted more...

“Brother, my heart beats a little faster, can I drink a glass of wine and be shocked?”

“...”

Van Gogh frowned, as if she did not agree with her drinking, and as if she were surprised that she would want to drink at this time.

Without waiting for him to speak, Vanity had crossed over to the drawing-room, lifted up the red wine prepared in the presidential suite, grinned, and had a drink.

The empty glass was put down, and when she heard the crisp glass crash, the string in the chaos in her mind suddenly sounded, remembering her original plan for the evening.

She licked her lips nervously, and went back to the two empty glasses in front of her, filled with red wine.

Looking back at the Sanvaf who came out of the room slowly, Ying Run’s eyes blinked, “Brother, can you accompany me for a drink?”

“...” Van Gogh stared at the red wine glass in her hand, her eyes glittering.

The sight finally fell on her crumbed cheek, stepped forward, took the red wine glass from her hand, and drank it all.

Vanity had just fallen, and Van Gogh had already reached out and held her down, and the eyebrows were lightly: “Why, you want to get me drunk?”

Vanessa’s eyes suddenly widened: “I didn’t... I’m not...”

The purpose is seen through, what to do?Online, in a hurry!

For an instant, the heartbeat was completely chaotic, and when she was helpless and hesitated to explain for herself, Van Gogh had opened the chair in front of her and sat down.

He took the glass from her hand and took another drink.

I looked at the chair across the street.

Vanity instinctively pulled the chair he looked at and sat down.

The glass of red wine in front of him, just wanted to drink, Van Gogh has held her hand, "you have mild allergies to alcohol, drink less wine."

He leaned his head and drank all the wine in her glass.

He put down the cup in his hand, picked up the other, and then drank all the red wine inside, and Vanity looked at him in a daze, forgetting how she should react.

In the blink of an eye, he had already drunk three glasses of red wine, glaring, and his eyes on Fanny's eyes, his thin lips were slightly opened: "Do you want me to drink?"

Fanny: “...”

His face clearly stated that he was trying to cooperate with her.

“Idiot.”Van Gogh caught a glimpse of her shock back to the expression of God, and the corners of her mouth picked up a pampered curvature.

He entered the Sanskrit group internship, what kind of entertainment has not been seen, a few glasses of red wine, how can drunk him.

He was just curious about what she was thinking about to get drunk with him, what she was going to do...

Van van Gogh just wanted to ask, suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his body, there was a hot air in his lower abdomen, which was spreading to the body, and his whole person's breathing became a little urgent.

He reached out to hold the edge of the table, looking up to see Fanny, but in front of him was like a layer of mist, how could he not see clearly.

The feeling of emptiness in his body made him desperately want to grasp something, and just stretched out his hand and grabbed a slender arm.

“Brother, what happened to you?”

Vanity looked at Van Van Gogh in front of her with some surprise, and swung her hand over his confused eyes, and asked carefully.

The voice just fell, and Van Gogh suddenly held her up with force!