The most beautiful place in the world (43)

Lin weiyue's voice became softer and softer.

She had a vague impression that she drank the wine like it was water. What happened after that, she couldn't remember clearly.

She didn't know how she was when it came to alcohol. She didn't seem to have drunk before.

She was worried ... Worried about what she had done or said last night.

Lin weiyue's heart was in her mouth.

She clutched the blanket with both hands and didn't know what to say.

Beiming Qinghan looked at Lin weiyue, who was like a little girl, struggling to find a way to speak, and the corners of her mouth could not help but curve up.

Beiming Qinghan couldn't help but laugh when she thought of Lin weiyue's appearance last night.

If beiming Qinghan's subordinates were here and saw their master smiling like this, they would be shocked.

Because their master rarely had any emotional fluctuations, not to mention such a sincere smile, which was very precious.