"What's so bad?"

After taking a sip of wine, Fan Yu wiped his mouth disgustedly and frowned at the amber liquid in the cup.

The boss immediately smiled, "We only have these foreign wines here. You know that there are deserts everywhere here, and wine and water are all luxury goods. Even if we are cheap outside, we can't buy them."

"The foreign wine I use to take a bath is better than this one."

The monk put the cup heavily on the coffee table, not wanting to touch this ghost again.

All he usually drinks are wine from He Zheng’s wine cabinet, ranging from hundreds of thousands to tens of millions. He still dislikes one million. Don’t say that this is not authentic foreign wine with such a bad taste.

"The two families are so rich! They use foreign wine to take a bath."

The boss laughed and poured a glass of water for Fan Zhu quietly.

Fan Zhu glanced at the boss, and saw that he was so silly that he picked up the glass of water and tilted his head to drink it. He still understood the truth that he didn't hit the smiling person.

He Zheng hugged Fan Zhuo's waist, drank the wine sipped, and his thumb kept stroking Fan Zhuo's waist.

The Fan Prison got used to it, so he didn't turn back and talk about He Zheng, but picked up the juice they brought from the sofa and turned it on and wanted to drink it, but He Zheng suddenly took it off.

The people of the Fan Prison were confused, "Why are you snatching my juice?"

He Zheng didn't say anything, put down the wine glass and twisted the juice, poured it into the last empty glass.

"I'll just drink it with the bottle."

Fan Zhuo muttered, and reached out to get the glass of juice, but who knew that He Zheng actually gave it to the boss.

Fan Zhu looked at He Zheng in disbelief and touched his forehead, "Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

If He Zheng did not return to the Fan Prison, he put the juice in front of the boss and smiled kindly, "This is the new juice launched by our company. I want to promote it and sell it here. Do you want to taste the taste of the locals?"

Ah? Why don’t I know when his jewelry company sold juice?

Fan Zhuo frowned and looked at He Zheng who was talking lies with his eyes open, and touched He Zheng's forehead again.

He Zheng was not angry and continued to sit back on the sofa, picked up the glass of wine and continued to drink.

The boss was hesitant at first, but when he saw He Zheng drank another glass of wine, he didn't refuse, picked up the juice and poured it into his mouth.

After drinking, the boss still felt it was a bit delicious, and he still felt unsatisfied with his mouth.

“It tastes good!”

He Zheng asked the boss.

The boss smiled, "It's not bad, it's not bad, it's really not bad, what kind of fruit is so wonderful."

But after finishing the question, the boss suddenly felt weak and the whole room was moving.

He slapped his forehead wildly and shook his head hard, but he kept spinning around.

No matter how stupid the boss was, he knew that the situation was wrong. He held the coffee table and pointed his finger at He Zheng, and asked angryly, "What did you...drink me?"

He Zheng didn't say anything, calmly put the cup back on the coffee table, and looked at the boss coldly with his big hand back on Fan Yu's waist.

The boss looked surprised, "Why, you're okay to drink that glass of wine, and you, you're okay to drink that glass of water."

"Why, can gold grow in your stuff? Can we make gold after drinking it?"

Fan Zhu looked at the boss speechlessly, leaned into He Zheng's arms and rubbed his cat, and raised his head to ask He Zheng, "What is this crazy person talking about?"

"I'll deal with Xiao Baicai."

He Zheng lowered his head and kissed Fan Zhuo, took out his cell phone and sent a text message. After a while, 49 entered the private room, grabbed the dizzy boss's hair and pressed his head into the ice bucket.

"ah…………"

The night in the city was a little cold, and the boss whose fat face was stuffed into the ice bucket was so painful that he screamed. The whole room was filled with his miserable voice.

The music downstairs was deafening, and I didn't hear the boss's sound of killing pigs, and I was still twisting my waist.

“What’s the situation?”

The Fan Zhu was stunned.

He Zheng, "This is a black store. Any tourists who come here will be stunned by the boss and sent to the auction house."

The Brahmasaki seemed to have heard something incredible and widened his eyes. This is the 21st century!

"No, why are we okay?"

He and He Zheng both drank the things here.

"Ye Xiao knew the rules of this black store from the beginning. Ji Cheng gave us antidote in advance. There was an antidote in the bottle of water I gave you when you entered the store."

No wonder he stopped after watching me finish drinking.

Fan Zhuo was dark and said, "Why didn't you tell me from the beginning?"

"Just remember it, you are responsible for playing."

After He Zheng said that, he lowered his head and kissed the Fan Prison in his arms.

Fan Zhuo smiled instantly and got it done in one sentence.

In fact, He Zheng was worried that Fan Zhuo would kill the boss in advance if he knew about it, so he didn't tell Fan Zhuo.

The bottle of juice He Zheng put things in advance, and the amount was very large. The target was the boss. The boss foolishly thought that He Zheng and Fan had a trap, but in fact he was the one who was the Chinese dish.

"Don't kill it."

Congratulations to the government 49.

49 did not let go of the boss immediately, but pressed the boss's head hard, causing him to drink several sips of ice water before he could pick it up and throw it on the ground.

The boss lying on the ground coughed and vomited water wildly, and his face turned into pig liver color.

49 grabbed the boss's hair, pressed the boss's head and kicked him on the knee, and let him kneel towards He Zheng and the others, with a gloomy face.

"It's true that you can't mess with a man whose wife is not around you."

He Zheng sighed, 49 were all low and he didn't dare to mess with him.

"You...what do you want to do, do you know whose territory is here?"

The boss yelled at He Zheng, his eyes wide open.

"ah…………"

His hand was broken by 49, and the bones on his elbows were stabbed out of his flesh.

"Fuck, my wife is not resentful and just keeps getting full of resentment."

The Buddhist Prison retreated and covered the cat's eyes and entered He Zheng's arms, but he didn't want to be affected.
Chapter completed!