"Why did Uncle go over there?"
Xun'er saw Ning Fengzhi in a hurry and scratched her head curiously, "Isn't it very cold over there?"
"Xun'er, I guess this uncle will want to drown his sorrows in wine later." Luo Bing was already six years old and had watched many TV shows that Xun'er hadn't. He spoke with great certainty. According to the plot of the TV shows, this was the next step.
"Oh, Mom said drinking is bad for your health," Xun'er quickly said, "Uncle is in danger."
"Don't worry, don't worry. He's an adult. Adults like to drink. My dad used to like it too," Luo Bing patted Xun'er's head, signaling her to rest assured.
"Really?"
Xun'er didn't understand, but Luo Bing, who was three years older than her, should know more and be more accurate.
As if to confirm Luo Bing's words, Ming Yi had already consciously picked up a bottle of red wine and went to find his seventh uncle.
Xun'er remembered this scene at this moment.
Luo Bing Ge Ge is really amazing.
Of course, all of this made Lin Xiao feel a little helpless. In this regard, Ning Fengzhi felt like an eighteen-year-old child?
When Ming Yi reached the balcony, Ning Fengzhi was leaning against the railing, not looking at his phone. He lowered his head, his eyes blankly staring at the ground.
He was dumped...
He was heartbroken...
Yuan Feifei had already read the message and not replied...
He felt his doomsday had arrived, all his future happiness had vanished, and he was nothing...
So, the things on TV were all lies. What about tsundere, what about a sense of humor? In the end, none of it mattered.
He felt Ming Yi behind him, and only then did he turn around and look at his eldest nephew, "Da Bao, I'm heartbroken."
"..."
Hearing his seventh uncle's words, Ming Yi's mouth twitched. He said patiently, "Seventh Uncle, don't be sad. To be precise, you haven't even started a relationship yet."
"...If you can't comfort people, you can just stay silent." Hearing Ming Yi's words, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but retort.
"Here, drown your sorrows in wine," Ming Yi said, holding the red wine he had just gotten from Brother Xiao.
He thought Ning Fengzhi would readily start drowning his sorrows in wine, but he actually shook his head.
"No, as a descendant of the Ning family, how can I drink at such a critical juncture? Drinking leads to mistakes, and once I get used to alcohol, I can't guarantee I won't have shaky hands during surgery in the future. I absolutely cannot drink." Ning Fengzhi sternly refused his eldest nephew.
This surprised Ming Yi a little. He hadn't expected his seventh uncle to be so dedicated in this aspect.
"Besides, she might just be working and doesn't have time to look at her phone, so she can't reply," Ning Fengzhi said as if he were trying to comfort himself.
"..."
Ming Yi didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Then, after she gets off work, you can call her... or go to her workplace to find her?" Ming Yi vaguely remembered that Yuan Feifei was working as an atmosphere creator in a bar owned by the Hehuan Sect's industries?
Is she still working at this time?
"That makes sense. I'll call her later," Ning Fengzhi said quickly.
Seeing that his seventh uncle didn't seem too sad, Ming Yi was about to take the wine and return.
"Wait a moment."
Ning Fengzhi suddenly said, "Can I leave this grape juice?"