Mao Jianghe paused awkwardly, then laughed, "Of course I admire you. Zhimin, so are you. We are all so familiar with each other, and you don't say anything, which makes me embarrassed."

Zhao Zhimin helped her glasses, "That's the matter, I'll go to the bathroom."

Ma Feng helped Zhong Yue pour the wine, "Brother Zhong, I will recommend this Mr. Qiu to you. I won't look at this glass of wine, don't you look at the monk's face?"

Zhong Yue lowered his head and glanced at the edge of the glass and poured the red wine on the edge of the glass. This glass of wine was not good.

Mao Jianghe raised his glass with both hands as he ascended the throne, "I've done it, you can do whatever you want."

Zhong Yue looked at Mao Jianghe and put half a glass of red wine into his stomach, and just watched it.

The smile on Ma Feng's face could no longer be kept, and he said, "Zhong Yue? Drink."

"Sorry, I can't get drunk anymore. If I drink it, I will probably not get up tomorrow."

Mao Jianghe was already a little unhappy. Seeing Zhong Yue's attitude, he tried hard to keep smiling, "It's okay, you can use tea instead of wine. Let's not worry about past grudges and make up again, how about?" As he said that, he turned the wine glass downwards, looking generous.

Zhong Yue held the glass of wine that was about to spill out in a flash, and smiled and said, "If you drink it, I will believe what you said."

If wine can have such a magical effect, then Zhong Yue thinks that things in this world will be too easy, so he can just put them on the wine table to talk about them. The fact is that some people are destined to be the same as you. If you accommodate them, you will fall into depravity.

Seeing Zhong Yue handing over the glass of wine, Ma Feng glanced at Mao Jianghe and said, "Brother Zhong, isn't this suitable?"

"Then what if you drink for him?"

Mao Jianghe took the wine glass, finished drinking, wiped his mouth, "Are you okay?"

Zhong Yue sat down, took a sip of coconut juice, and said, "Well, I believe what you said."

Seeing Zhong Yue ignoring her answer, the two knew they were bored, so they made a look of eye contact and left.

Zhao Zhimin returned to the table, wiped his hands, and asked, "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, let's go."

"Nothing is it?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "What do you want to have?"

Zhao Zhimin took a sip of red wine, thought for a while, but couldn't help asking, "You didn't make peace with Ahe, did you?"

"Old Mr. Li has been forgot about him for so long?"

"It seems that there isn't."

"Then why do you think I forgive such a villain? Give him a face?"

Zhao Zhimin smiled and said, "I think so."

"Dry."

...

...

After walking around, Zhang Kangshan left the seat and went back to rest. When he got older, he was a little helpless. Ji Bochang untied the hole in his shirt, breathed a sigh of relief, and stood outside smoking. He was not very addicted to smoking, and even many permanent members in the seal club did not know that he had the habit of smoking.

"how?"

Ma Feng walked out, put his waist on one hand, squinted his eyes and said, "That kid can't get on the table."

"Ha, I know."

"With Lao Qian and the president's intention, when the meeting will be held tomorrow, we will also support Zhong Yue's proposal. How can we plan it?"

"Damn it. I took the big ship of Director Zhang today, otherwise I wouldn't let him see the sunrise tomorrow in Yangming Villa!"

Ma Feng looked at Ji Bochang's cigarette butts and said, "I think the alliance has not been banned yet. Don't rush to refute it. It's better not to get involved in our printing club. This kid is still a little appealing in the calligraphy world now, especially those old guys who are helping him like a slogan."

"Qiu Wenzhen has really seen him for a few times? Are you sure he hasn't learned to treat seals before?"

"Um."
Chapter completed!