Chapter 1191

Ziyuan said faintly, "my best Huangshan Maofeng will lose more immortal Qi even if I open the jar for more than one second. I won't open it until the game."

Then she glanced at the young lady: "why, don't you believe me?"

The young lady was awed by the Ziyuan's temperament and self-confidence. She had to fill in the four words Huangshan Maofeng on the form. After she asked Ziyuan a few more questions, she took advantage of the opportunity for Li Yundong to talk to Ziyuan and turned to a waiter next to her and said, "go and tell the boss that there is an expert here."

After a while, Zheng Youming came out with a hot woman in his arms. He shouted, "master? Where is the master?"

At that moment, the service staff quietly pointed to Li Yundong and others. Zheng Youming didn't see Li Yundong shivering in his heart. Especially when he saw the participating asters, he was surprised and couldn't help comparing her with the beauty in his arms.

The beauty in her arms is also a rare beauty, and she looks like a lady in bed and under the bed. What's more valuable is that her first-hand tea art is extremely exquisite, which can be called the best of both color and art. Otherwise, she would not be willing to shed blood. She had originally engaged in such an activity. First, she advertised her own tea, and second, she also meant to hold the beauty in her arms.

But now it seems that Zheng Youming felt that what he was holding was not a Phoenix, but a local chicken!

It's really that people have to die than people and goods have to be thrown away!

Zheng Youming immediately felt that his heart was full of bad taste. He whispered two words to a staff member next to him. The staff member nodded, then went to the young lady at the registration office and got the competition materials of Li Yundong and others.

Zheng Youming was surprised when he saw it: "the best Huangshan Maofeng?"

The beautiful woman beside him stretched out her head and was surprised: "this is good tea! I'm afraid your Tieguanyin can't hold it down!"

Zheng Youming glanced at her obliquely: "my tea can't hold down. Can you hold her down?"

With that, he motioned for asters with his eyes.

The beautiful woman took a look at the asters and humed bitterly, "do you like it? Then go find her. What are you looking for me for?"