Vodka is a strong drink. Lin Cong drank one glass and his face looked bad. When he drank another glass, he was too slow to put down the glass.
Song Xiang sneered inwardly and poured the third cup without politeness.
Lin Cong was going to pick it up, but suddenly his hand stopped in mid-air.
"One more drink."
Song Xiang was stunned, "What?"
"I have a glass of respect for Mr. Yan. Mr. Yan was so good at shooting just now. I am convinced that I have lost."
Song Xiang's heart sank.
Yan Han didn't know if his arm was okay after the two blows just now. If he drinks again, something might happen.
But if you are riding a tiger and it’s hard to get off, you can’t hide even a glass of wine.
She poured the wine slowly while thinking.
Lin Cong took the wine and glanced specifically at Song Xiang's face, finding that Song Xiang only had a smile on his face.
He walked towards Yan Han with the wine in hand and handed it over with one hand.
"Mr. Yan, would you like to give me a favor?"
It's just a glass of wine. If Yan Han doesn't show his appreciation, he will either be suspected of being injured or be judged as being arrogant.
There is no benefit left or right.
Song Xiang has already blocked the previous game, so he can't block the wine anymore, otherwise there will be no three hundred taels of silver here.
Yan Han sat, his eyes swept over Lin Cong's hand, and he accepted the drink with a calm expression.
Song Xiang watched from a distance, feeling annoyed. She asked Lin Cong to drink. She originally wanted him to pay less attention to Yan Han, but she didn't expect that it would cause trouble.
Yan Han drank half a cup of vodka without even frowning.
Everyone cheered and praised him for his good drinking ability.
Song Xiang's heart was hanging, and before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Lin Cong actually asked her to pour another drink, obviously wanting to pay homage to Yan Han again.
"Master Lin, it's not good to drink too much."
"Just a few glasses of wine." Lin Cong waved his hand.
Song Xiang had no choice but to continue pouring wine with tense hands.
The two sides are in a stalemate.
Suddenly, there was a lot of movement outside, and the door was pushed open unceremoniously.
"Master Shao?" I don't know who said it.
Song Xiang followed the sound and saw two groups of people walking in from the door, with awe-inspiring aura and a kind of chill.
The leader is young, he looks to be in his early twenties, tall and has crisp, super short hair. He looks like a soldier at first glance.
"Our old man is upstairs. He just saw those two ten-ring shots and was curious about who shot them."
"General Shao is upstairs?"
Except for Yan Han, everyone else stood up, and Lin Cong also put down his wine glass.
Shao Yingqi's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he saw Yan Han at a glance, "Brother Yan is here too?"
Yan Han responded, "Just arrived."
"Then those two shots just now must have been made by you." Shao Yingqi came closer. Regardless, he sat next to Yan Han and patted his arm, "Let's go! Go up and meet our old man."
Song Xiang looked at it and hit Yan Han's wound with such force that she shuddered.
Yan Han's face was expressionless, as if nothing happened.
He stood up, looked at Shao Yingqi and said, "That's fine."
Song Xiang was nervous, thinking that she might as well drink Lin Cong's glass of wine.
Just as he was hesitating, Yan Han stopped and glanced at her.
"What are you doing standing still?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, Shao Yingqi looked over and whistled softly.
Song Xiang put down the wine in his hand and walked over slowly, naturally holding Yan Han's injured arm to prevent any fool from slapping him again.
They walked out, and Shao Yingqi greeted the others, giving them all some face.
It was originally a small situation, but now it's better and has to move to another big situation.
Song Xiang was ready, and several alternatives popped up in his mind instantly.
Before walking upstairs, she whispered on Yan Han's shoulder: "I will go through fire and water for you, you have to remember, right?"