Hu Yibao.

The one who has become popular online.

It's actually right next to you.

When Wang Ping looked at Hu Yibao.

His face was delighted.

Prove that your vision of choosing a son-in-law is correct.

After all, I just liked Hu Yibao's character before.

When Yang Tian looked at Hu Yibao.

Excited expression.

In the future, someone can accompany him to trade stocks and drink.

If Hu Yibao could become his son-in-law, he would have wine every day.

Ha ha ha ha!

When Yang Mi'er looked at Hu Yibao.

His face was shocked.

Being in the entertainment industry.

Although she is in the Romance circle.

But for the music scene circle.

She also knows it.

Hu Yibao, who created the Chinese style.

What kind of status is it in the music scene?

Today's music scene can be comparable to it.

A few people.

Even if the music superstar stood in front of him, he would not dare to treat him with a downward look.

This is a musician!

Living!

One sentence.

It can easily determine the future of a young singer.

and.

These two days.

There are rumors in the circle.

Hu Yibao and QQ Music join forces to make a major integration into the entire music scene.

Help QQ Music become the strongest overlord in the music industry.

If successful.

Hu Yibao is the only one in the music industry. He is not only famous but also holds the power.

This is quite terrifying!

"Don't look at me like this, I feel cold." Hu Yibao said quickly.

Yang Tian was the first to come back to his senses, and hurriedly took out his wallet, took out dozens of tickets, handed them to Yang Mi'er, and said.

"Mi'er, go buy wine!"

"Today I will not return without getting drunk!"

Before Yang Mi'er set off, Wang Ping stood up, took the money directly, and said, "Today, for Yibao's sake, if you hide your private money, it's over."

"I'll call the supermarket owner downstairs and ask him to bring a few bottles."

"Hehe, thank you, my wife!" Yang Tian grinned.

Wang Ping made a phone call.

Not ten minutes.

Someone brought the wine here.

Soybean-flavored Chinese wine.

Six bottles.

Twenty thousand less.

Open the wine.

Yang Tian smelled it and nodded, "This is real wine."

"Come on, brother, let's decide today!"

"Full up!!"

“…”

After drinking six bottles of sauce-flavored Chinese wine.

A cup on the table is in a mess.

A slight redness appeared on Hu Yibao's face.

It's just a normal physical reaction.

Not drunk at all.

Yang Tian, ​​a former national third-level accompanying cafeteria, had a red face, as if steamed.

He patted Hu Yibao on the shoulder and asked.

"Brother, do you think I'm afraid of my wife?"

When a man asks this question.

He is already drunk!

Hu Yibao nodded.

This is true based on what you see and hear.

"Ahem!!"

Yang Tian coughed twice, then said earnestly, "Brother, you don't understand."

"A man is a real man, standing tall. Who are the men who are afraid of their wives? Let me tell you, I still have four abdominal muscles now, just your sister Wang's physique, I knocked it down with one punch."

Wang Ping, who was sitting quietly beside her, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

Put it before.

Yang Tian will immediately calm down.

But now it's different.

The men stood up.

Have a drink.

Still drunk.

Drinking can strengthen the courage of those who are interested.

After getting drunk.

The whole world is mine.

Let yourself go.

Talk freely.

No scruples.

Yang Tian ignored Wang Ping, burped, hugged Hu Yibao, and continued.

"But, I have been married to you, Sister Wang for more than 20 years. Although she would say a few words to you every few days, I have never used force before, and I even have to greet you with a smile and admit my mistakes on my own initiative."

"This is because we are men, so there is no reason to fight with women, let alone marry you, give birth to children, wash clothes and cook. It's normal to complain a little..."

Gradually.

Yang Tian’s speech became more and more vague.

My eyes were half-closed.

The head is bit by bit.
To be continued...