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Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

Chapter 1265 - 1279: Even a Sow Outshines Diao Chan?
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Chapter 1265: Chapter 1279: Even a Sow Outshines Diao Chan?

After pouring the drink, he looked across at Chen Yankun. Those eyes with long false lashes blinked twice, a flirtatious look was thrown out, and he asked, "Sir, would you like a drink?"

Chen Yankun frowned slightly. The woman was wearing a faux leather bra, a small leather skirt on the bottom, had hair dyed a deep wine red in big waves, and wore heavy makeup.

Since when did Fifth have such heavy tastes?

Could even a sow compete with Diao Chan?

He couldn’t help but feel more sympathy for Lin Junyang. Considering the few of them brothers, which one wasn’t a child of heaven? They were exceptionally picky about the women around them.

It seems like Fifth Bro has been really lonely all these years, and at this time, as his brother, he needs to lend a hand.

Chen Yankun ignored the woman. The waiter had already brought him a drink—one of the bottles they usually kept in reserve among their brothers.

He took a look and found it satisfactory. At least the manager had good taste, bringing them a bottle of Romanee Conti.

"Fifth, drink this. Drinking too much of that will harm your body," Chen Yankun took the whiskey from Lin Junyang and poured him a glass of red wine.

Lin Junyang looked at the deep red wine in Chen Yankun’s hand. He raised his hand and said to the curly-haired beauty next to him, "Pour little master a drink."

The curly-haired beauty, still upset about being ignored by Chen Yankun earlier, heard Lin Junyang’s words, smiled, responded, and took Chen Yankun’s red wine to pour into an empty glass.

She held it up to Lin Junyang with a charming smile, "Sir, may I have a taste too? I’ve never tried Romanee Conti before."

As she spoke, she inched closer.

Lin Junyang seemed a bit tipsy, leaned away from the woman, rested back in the booth, his long fingers supporting his forehead, his eyes landed on her with a blurred focus, his sensuous thin lips slightly parted, lazily and roguishly said, "Drink up, little master gives you permission."

The curly-haired beauty was delighted, took a gentle sip from the glass offered to Lin Junyang, leaving a scarlet lipstick mark on the rim.

Chen Yankun also found a comfortable position, watching the two with an amused attitude. He couldn’t believe that brat would actually drink that glass down.

Sure enough, when Lin Junyang saw the lipstick mark, a hint of displeasure flickered across his brows, but he said nothing, sat up, propped one elbow on his knee, and with the other hand poured himself another glass.

His lazy demeanor exuded unparalleled elegance.

Chen Yankun chuckled, "Fifth, it’s rare for you to come out and drink with the brothers. How about I call Si over, have him bring a few chicks along?"

The chicks Chen Yankun referred to were naturally artists from Sun Wangbei’s company. Sun Wangbei rarely brought company artists when socializing, but he was very generous with a few brothers.

It wasn’t because he valued brotherhood; he just knew that these few brothers were all people who maintained a sense of cleanliness in life. No matter how pretty the chicks were, they wouldn’t have them casually.

Lin Junyang’s gaze continued to follow the woman beside him. Hearing Chen Yankun’s suggestion, he sipped his wine, "No need, I called you out to drink with brothers. If you want to find chicks, do it yourself."

Chen Yankun: "..."

You called him out to drink, then who is that beside you? Not a chick?

"Fine, let’s drink," Chen Yankun didn’t argue with him; it was rare for them to be out. He raised his glass and clinked it with Lin Junyang’s, and both of them downed it in one go.

The curly-haired beauty, perceptive as ever, picked up the bottle and refilled Lin Junyang’s glass, then filled Chen Yankun’s.

Honestly, looking at her face with nearly a millimeter of coarse foundation, those long false eyelashes, and scarlet lips, Chen Yankun felt a bit full in the stomach, feeling increasingly sorry for his brother.

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