Wang Qiong picked up the glass, turned and looked at LAN Jingyan with a smile, "Uncle LAN, let's have a drink."

Fu Zhiran wants to strangle her heart. She reaches under the bar to Wang Qiong's thigh and pinches her hard.

Then she leaned up to her ear and whispered, "if you talk again, I'll go home."

"Don't talk about it."

Wang Qiong seems to be afraid of Fu Zhiran coming home, and continues to chat up with LAN Jingyan, "Uncle LAN, please give me some face."

LAN Jingyan ignored him, but he picked up his glass and took a sip of the wine symbolically.

Because she is a book writer, Wang Qiong has some understanding of this kind of overbearing president, so she knows that enough is enough. She doesn't say anything to LAN Jingyan any more. She looks at Liang Yu who is mixing wine.

Looking at Liang Yuhua's style of wine mixing, she said, "Uncle Liang, you are handsome. You are more handsome when mixing wine. You can be the hero in the book."

Liang Yu asked jokingly: "is there such an old hero?"

Wang Qiong joked: "the older you are, the more masculine you are."

"It seems that the old man is more popular?" Liang Yu laughs. A glass of wine is ready.

He put down the wine, and the little apprentice on one side immediately picked it up and sent it to the guests.

There is work to do in the evening, Fu Zhiran afraid of drinking too much delay, holding a glass, sipping.

After tasting it carefully for a while, she smacked her lips, looked at Liang Yu and said, "Uncle Liang, today's wine tastes very fresh."

Then she put her glass to her nose, smelled it, and then said, "this fragrance is a little familiar. What kind of flower is it?"

It's like I smelled it somewhere.

Smell speech, Liang Yu's eyes twinkled for a while, then he bowed his head and continued to work while saying: "a kind of spice given to me by friends who open bars abroad, you and Miss Wang are the first people to taste this wine."

Fu Zhiran frowned, "Uncle Liang took me as a mouse again."

However, it seems that the strength of wine is not as strong as before. In the past, as long as you were a mouse, you would get drunk once, and it will take effect quickly.

It's been a long time. It should be OK.

Fu Zhiran was thinking about this problem, and Liang Yu's voice remembered, "this wine has enough stamina."

Then he bought a button for a while, pressed the light of the mobile phone screen, looked at the time, and then nodded his head and said, "well, about one to two hours."

He never makes fun of the younger generation, nor does he frighten them. It must be true that he says so.

Fu Zhiran was afraid. She quickly put down her wine glass and stared at Liang Yu in horror. "Uncle Liang, don't scare me."

Then she looked down at her glass, which was almost finished.

Liang Yu said with a smile: "if you don't drive here, you can sit for a while. If you drive here, you can go back quickly before you get drunk."

His words, Fu Zhiran no doubt, "Uncle Liang, you will play dead."

She gritted her teeth and glared at Liang Yu, then immediately got up and left.

Looking at her fast steps, even a little hasty, Liang Yu laughed, "ha, what's wrong with this girl?"

Wang Qiong was reluctant to give up the rest of the wine in her glass. As she drank it, she said to Liang Yu: "she's been so busy recently. I think she can't stay at home all the time, so I forced her to drag her out for a turn. She has to catch up with the script outline at night and will hand it in at the end of this month."