Jiang Lin poured another glass for Bai Ye, and finally poured it for himself.

After hearing Bai Pu's words, he smiled and said, "That's not okay. What matters when toasting is sincerity. You rely on your uncle to take care of you in the company -"

He seemed to bite the last two words extra hard, and immediately raised the wine glass, "I'll toast you first, it's most appropriate. Come on, brother-in-law, I'll do it first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Pu held his hand with some worry.

But he didn't stop his movements, and there was not a drop of wine left in the glass.

Bai Ye snorted next to him, "I also poured wine and didn't eat anything to fill my stomach. Why didn't anyone worry that I would hurt my stomach?"

Bai Pu glared at him and said, "If you find a girlfriend, wouldn't there be someone who cares about you and takes care of you?"

Bai Ye, who looked like a playboy but was actually still on his first kiss, was stabbed by a sword in an instant. He covered his heart with his hands and was speechless.

Bai Pu's eyebrows were relaxed, and he deliberately teased him just to distract him.

But how could Jiang Lin be bypassed so easily?

He turned the wine glass over, indicating that there was not even a drop of wine in it, "Uncle, it's your turn."

He was standing at the table, while Lu Zhaohe was sitting.

He clearly had an advantage in height, but when Lu Zhaohe raised his eyes, his eyebrows were arrogant and cold, as if he was born with a superior aura, which instantly suppressed Jiang Lin invisible.

The muscles on Jiang Lin's face were tense.

Bai Pu was closest to him and could sense something was wrong with him. He couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Naturally, he didn't feel that Jiang Lin's targeting of Lu Zhaohe was because he cared too much about her.

It's just a man's pitiful self-esteem. He can fool around, but he requires women to stay safe!

She didn't interrupt this time and looked at Lu Zhaohe, hoping that he would have a clear understanding of her drinking capacity.

Lu Zhaohe's eyes were cold and indifferent, and he looked at Jiang Lin calmly, as if he didn't notice his provocation at all.

His hand with clear joints moved, and just when others thought he was about to pick up the wine glass, they saw him directly reaching out to block the glass: "Sorry, I'm allergic to alcohol."

"Uncle, have you forgotten that we had a drink together in Bei Sa? Why didn't you say you were allergic to alcohol that time?" Jiang Lin smiled, but the smile was no longer visible in his eyes, showing a gloomy coldness.

Lu Zhaohe looked back calmly: "I've been exercising a lot lately and my immunity is low, so I'm allergic, right?"

He took it for granted, and even deliberately emphasized the words "exercise a lot".

Bai Pu already wants to worship.

How could someone be so capable of telling lies with their eyes open?

Jiang Lin's face was almost unbearable.

Bai Ye suddenly made a 'tsk' sound and said curiously, "Doesn't exercise enhance resistance? Why, Mr. Lu, are you and others doing the opposite?"

"Mr. Bai doesn't know something." After Lu Zhaohe finished speaking, he paused, leaned back lazily, and slowly turned his eyes over Bai Pu's face.

The corners of his lips were raised a bit, and the usual unfamiliarity in his eyebrows and eyes faded away, with a hint of mischievousness. Then he continued with a hint, "It's normal to be physically weak if you do some exercises too much."

With a squeak, Xu Xiaoran laughed.

She was an experienced driver, leaning on the corner of the table with her arms folded, expressing an exaggerated nervousness and anticipation: "Why did Mr. Lu suddenly drive? I almost lost my grip."

It was obvious that he had understood what Lu Zhaohe meant.

Bai Ye has never eaten pork and has seen pigs run away, let alone let people know that he has never eaten pork.
Chapter completed!