"Hehe, I knew you would definitely not die. I wouldn't lie to you. I saw it out at your funeral. I was waiting for the day you came back." Duanmu Qingyu said drunk.

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Hanyuhara's mouth, "Zhang Fan and I really thought you were dead at the beginning. If I hadn't been stopped by the Ice Emperor, we would have gone to find the half-step God King who killed you to fight to the death, right? Zhang Fan... Zhang Fan?"

Hanyu pushed Zhang Fan on the table, and the latter seemed to be asleep without any reaction.

"He is drunk." Ji Qianming said with a smile.

Duanmu Qingyu glanced at Zhang Fan's wine glass and spoke with a strange expression: "He seemed to... just took three sips?"

"His alcohol tolerance seems to be not good... But why do I feel that after a few years of not seeing each other, the alcohol tolerance has declined again?" Ji Qianming grinned, glanced at Hanyuhara, who was as if nothing had happened, and sighed: "Hao's alcohol tolerance is better. He has drunk three bottles and his face is not red."

Hanyuhara smiled faintly, "Because as long as I believe that I won't be drunk, I won't be drunk."

Ji Qianming widened his eyes, "What a good guy, you can drink with your ability! This is considered cheating!"

Hanyuhara blinked innocently, "Do you say you can't cheat?"

Ji Qianming took a breath of cold air, and the morning light flowed in his body, purifying the alcohol content in his body in the blink of an eye, and he suddenly woke up.

"Then don't blame me for being cheated... Hehe, whoever was drunk today will pay!"

Duanmu Qingyu pointed to Zhang Fan who was lying on the table and was motionless, "There are people who pay the bill."

At this moment, Zhang Fan's body trembled slightly, his lips opened and closed and seemed to say something. Then he suddenly sat up and calmly drank all the wine in the glass.

"Wait! Why are you awake?!" Duanmu Qingyu's heart flashed with an unknown premonition.

Hanyuhara glanced at Zhang Fan, "I just heard him say something... I wish I could not bear a thousand cups."

Zhang Fan filled himself with another cup and said lightly: "Please call me Dionysian."

The air suddenly became quiet. Ji Qianming, Zhang Fan, and Yu Shengyuan looked at Duanmu Qingyu at the same time, and a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You...you bully people!" Duanmu Qingyu felt that she was targeted.

"Waiter, give us ten more boxes of wine!" Ji Qianming shouted.

Duanmu Qingyu looked blankly at the wine bottles piled up on the table and a few wrinkled banknotes in her pocket, and almost burst into tears.

"Hey... Ruoyi, it's me, I'm Duanmu, that... can you give me some more money..."

...

midnight.

Ki Qianmei and Hanyuhara, holding the unconscious Duanmu Qingyu on the left and right, strolling on the uninhabited streets of Chicago.

The stars above the head flickered slightly, and the hazy moonlight fell on the ground, as if a layer of veil was covered with. The dim street lights projected the light and shadows, and everything around was so quiet and calm.

"Dunmu... why don't you spit it out, it will feel better if you spit it out." Ji Qianming patted Duanmu's back and said.

"I, I'm fine... I can still drink." Duanmu Qingyu burped and spoke drunk.

The four of them drank sixteen boxes of foreign wine, most of which were from the three ruthless drinking machines of Ji Qianming, Zhang Fan, and Hanyuhara. Although Duanmu Qingyu didn't drink much, in terms of the alcohol tolerance of ordinary people, it was definitely a lot.

They will never forget the tavern owner's look at the monster.

The surroundings became quiet.

"I'm going to get married."

Ji Qianming's voice suddenly echoed in the ears of the three of them.

"What?"

"marry?"

"??? You're going to get married... vomit! Cough cough, you're going to get married?!"

The three of them were stunned at first, then said in shock. Duanmu Qingyu was even more excited and vomited out all the wine in her stomach.

"Well, maybe next week, the day is not yet settled."

The three of them looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes, "Next week? So anxious?"

"That's right, the principal's body can't last long. If it's later... I'm afraid of an accident." Ji Qianming sighed.

The air suddenly fell into silence. Duanmu Qingyu calculated by typing her fingers and said, "Then let's go next Wednesday."

"Next Wednesday?" Ji Qianming was stunned and then slapped his head. He almost forgot that Duanmu Qingyu was a charlatan and the descendant of Zhuge. It is his special skill to look at the auspicious days of the zodiac!

"Okay, then next Wednesday!"

"Then what kind of wedding are you going to have?" Hanyuhara asked, "Your wedding with Ice Emperor will definitely attract global attention. You must not be too simple, otherwise it will easily make people look down on China."

A hint of disgrace appeared on Ji Qianming's face, "I, I don't know either! I have never been married... I have never attended weddings or something, so how can I understand these!"

"Time is tight and the task is heavy. The groom is a fool again... Tsk, this matter is not easy to deal with." Duanmu Qingyu sighed.

"Well? Who are you talking about?! I just have no experience!"

Zhang Fan thought for a long time, "I think you need a professional team."

The three of them suddenly became quiet, and Ji Qianming blinked, "Professional team? What professional team?"

...

"Yes, we are professional in holding weddings!"

In China, in a luxuriously decorated office, Feng Ruoli patted his chest and said firmly.

"Yes, but aren't you Feng Zu? When will you become a professional team for wedding celebrations??" Ji Qianming looked at this scene in amazement, and suddenly felt a little short-circuited.

Feng Ruoli coughed lightly, walked to Ji Qianming's ear, and whispered: "You also know that our Fengzu's imperial pattern inheritance method is a bit special, and requires a lot of children, so there are also many wives..."

"So what? What does this have to do with the wedding team?"

"Well, you think so. Although our Feng family is a bit romantic, it still values ​​feelings. Every time we get married, we will hold a separate wedding. For example, I have already held the ninth wedding, and the scale of each time is not small. Do you think that if you let others handle so many weddings, would it cost a lot? So our Feng family simply opened a top wedding company and made their own money..."

Ji Qianming was petrified directly in the same place, and everyone was stunned. So can he still play like this?

"I probably understand what you mean." Ji Qianming rubbed the corners of his eyes, feeling that his worldview was a little collapsed. "Then can you take this project of mine?"
Chapter completed!