Quick Wear: The Rescue Plan of the Male Supporting Actor of the Popular Cannon Fodder

Chapter 401: Saved by a fierce and rough boss

Wen Yang looked at the small jar in Aunt Li's hand and said with a smile, "My father brewed it at home before. It tasted sweet."

"Since you've had a few drinks, it's easy. Aunt Li went to the side and fetched two glasses." She said with a smile, "Then it's just right for you and Mr. Cheng to have a few drinks together. It can also serve as a welcome drink."

After saying that, he poured two full cups like pouring drinks, and then pushed them in front of Wen Yang and Cheng Zheng respectively.

The wine ripples in the transparent glass, emitting bursts of sweet and sour aroma.

Wen Yang picked up the tea and took a sip. The unique sweet and sour taste of green plum instantly bloomed on the tip of his tongue. After the refreshing fruity aroma, a burst of rich wine aroma reached his palate, bringing a long and mellow taste.

The moment Wen Yang tasted the wine, his eyes lit up.

Because this wine tasted similar to the one her father brewed before! However, her father only allowed her to drink a small cup each time, and every time before she could get her fill, she was ordered not to drink anymore.

The familiar taste instantly brought her thoughts back to the warm scene of her family gathering together for the New Year's dinner. Now no one restricted how much she could drink, so she couldn't help but take several sips in a row.

Cheng Zheng wanted to remind Wen Yang that the wine brewed by Aunt Li was very strong, but when he saw Wen Yang's eyes narrowed slightly as he drank, he looked as satisfied as a kitten.

He opened his mouth, but in the end didn't say anything to spoil the fun.

By the time the meal was over, Wen Yang had drunk most of the wine in his glass.

After Aunt Li cleared away the dishes, she came out of the kitchen and saw Wen Yang still sitting upright on the dining table. She couldn't help but sigh, "Xiao Wen, you're amazing. You can stay sober after drinking so much. My son drank half a glass of this and fell flat on the table, unable to get up."

Following Aunt Li's voice, Wen Yang turned around, smiled, and replied, "It's okay, it's okay, hehe."

Cheng Zheng, who was sitting opposite, looked at Wen Yang's rosy little face and the silly smile on the corner of her mouth. How could he say that everything was okay?

He said to Aunt Li beside him, "Aunt Li, you can go back first after the kitchen is cleaned up."

"Mr. Cheng, I think Xiao Wen seems a little drunk. Do you need me to stay and help take care of him?" Aunt Li also noticed that something was wrong with Wen Yang and asked with some concern.

"It's okay, I'll take care of it."

"Okay, okay, then I'll leave first." After saying that, Aunt Li didn't stay any longer. She picked up her things and left the small Western-style building.

There were only two people left in the restaurant for a while. Cheng Zheng looked at Wen Yang quietly. The girl was in a daze at the moment, with a charming blush on her face, making her look more cute and innocent.

He stood up, walked slowly to Wen Yang, and bent closer.

Wen Yang didn't hide either, but just raised his eyes slightly and gave Cheng Zheng a sweet smile.

Seeing Wen Yang like this, Cheng Zheng softened his voice and said, "You are drunk. Let me help you go back to your room to rest."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Wen Yang turned his gaze to the half-finished glass of wine on the table and mumbled incoherently: "There's still... half a glass of wine... not finished..." His originally clear voice became soft and sticky due to the drunkenness, like a babbling child.

She muttered as she tried to raise her hand to reach the cup in front of her.

However, due to the effects of alcohol, his limbs felt too heavy and it was difficult for him to sit upright on the chair, so Wen Yang raised his hand for a long time but failed to touch the wine glass on the table.

Unable to touch the cup for a long time, Wen Yang seemed to be competing with the cup in front of her. She frowned slightly, her eyes full of unwillingness, and her body leaned forward unconsciously.

As he leaned forward, the person who was originally sitting upright on the chair suddenly lost his balance and fell diagonally onto the table in front.

Fortunately, Cheng Zheng was quick-witted and stretched out his long arm to hold Wen Yang, thus preventing Wen Yang's forehead from coming into close contact with the table.

"I haven't finished drinking yet..." Even though he was held in his arms, Wen Yang was still mumbling incoherently.

Cheng Zheng felt somewhat helpless and amused. He gently straightened Wen Yang and let him sit back down with his back against the chair. He pressed Wen Yang's shoulder and said softly, "You can't drink anymore. You're already drunk. If you like this green plum wine, drink it next time."

Wen Yang didn't listen to Cheng Zheng's words at all. She struggled to break free from Cheng Zheng's control, but her strength was too weak. After struggling for a long time, she failed.

Seeing that struggling was useless, Wen Yang pursed his lips and complained aggrievedly: "You are wasting money. My mother said...waste is shameful!"

Cheng Zheng was stunned. He didn't expect that at this time, Wen Yang could still remember the words "waste is shameful".

He smiled, released the hand that was holding Wen Yang, turned slightly sideways, picked up the half glass of wine that Wen Yang had left, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he poured the wine glass in front of Wen Yang and said leisurely, "It's not a waste now."

After saying that, he put the empty wine glass on the table, turned around and bent down slightly, put one of Wen Yang's arms on his shoulder, then supported his back with one hand and his legs with the other, and with a little force, he picked up Wen Yang.

This sudden movement was so sudden that before Wen Yang could come to his senses, he felt like he was suddenly suspended in mid-air.

The hand that had just been on Cheng Zheng subconsciously clung tightly to Cheng Zheng's shoulders.

Feeling the weak grip on his shoulder, Cheng Zheng curled the corners of his lips and walked upstairs holding Wen Yang.

At this moment, Wen Yang was leaning in Cheng Zheng's arms. Every time Cheng Zheng took a step forward, Wen Yang would feel a slight tremor.

With this slight tremor, Wen Yang felt that the scene in front of her was also trembling. Everything she saw had double images, and for a moment she could not tell whether it was reality or illusion.

She clutched Cheng Zheng's shirt in front of her chest with one hand, and her face showed an expression as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Noticing the slight movement of the person in his arms, Cheng Zheng lowered his head and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Zheng's voice was hoarse at this moment, as if he was a little drunk from the half glass of wine just now.

Wen Yang lowered his head and said nothing. He tightened his grip on Cheng Zheng's shirt. After a long while, he spoke aggrievedly, "Brother Cheng is a bad man."

"What?" Cheng Zheng was confused by her sudden accusation.

The drunken little girl in his arms raised her head aggrievedly, "You were so cold to me at the beginning, but now you are so nice to me... You are like this... What if I misunderstood..."