Chapter 800: Do you want to drink one and try it?

In the gymnasium, in the makeshift tool room, in the most remote room

"Woo woo woo"

Muffled voices kept coming out.

If someone passes by and opens the door, they will see a poor man in his twenties and thirties who is lying there with his hands and feet tied behind his back, unable to move.

He had dark skin, a very fashionable hairstyle, and a mustache

However, the truth is that no one passed by.

So no one saw him, so he could only continue to whimper and fall here

Ye Ziling and his entourage soon came to the door of Mr. Liu's private villa.

There was already someone waiting in front of the door, but it wasn't a nanny, but a uniformed-looking bodyguard who looked quite athletic.

"Please come in," the bodyguard opened the door and said to Wang Qian and Ye Ziling.

Wang Qian nodded and walked in with Ye Ziling.

The photographer also followed with a video camera. But as soon as he walked to the door, he was stopped by this bodyguard.

"You don't have to go in. Wait outside. The bodyguard glanced at the photographer indifferently and said.

The photographer was not convinced, and said, "Why?"

"This is Mr. Liu Baichuan's home, and Mr. Liu doesn't like to be photographed with things, so you can't go in. The bodyguard said indifferently.

When Wang Qian heard this, she walked over and said to the bodyguard: "This is the photographer we are traveling with, and you must go with us." I can guarantee that he keeps shooting, can I?"

The bodyguard still didn't look very happy, and said, "This"

"If that doesn't work, then we'll have to say goodbye," Wang Qian frowned and said.

When the bodyguard heard this, he immediately panicked, and quickly shook his head and said, "Don't do it, he can go in." As long as he leaves the camera behind. Is that okay?"

Wang Qian frowned, hesitated, nodded, and said to the photographer: "You can save the camera for him." ”

The photographer didn't have any opinion, and nodded, "Okay." Don't break it, it's my baby. Then he put the camera in his bag and handed it to the bodyguard.

Then the three of them entered the house and walked inside under the guidance of another bodyguard.

The décor of this villa is very luxurious, and it can even be said to be splendid. Everywhere there is an air of wealth. It's just that because the smell is too strong, it looks a bit cheesy.

When the group walked into the living room, they saw a man in his thirties and forties sitting on the sofa, with a bottle of red wine and a few glasses on the coffee table in front of him.

The man wasn't very fat, but he was a little rich. The face is round, and a pair of round little eyes are slightly squinted, which always makes people feel a little lacking in kindness.

There is no doubt that this is that Mr. Liu Baichuan.

As soon as Liu Baichuan saw Ye Ziling, his small eyes immediately lit up a little, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a smile, and said, "Yo, our big star Ye is finally here." It's really gratifying, it seems that my Liu's face is still worth a few dollars!

Wang Qian and Ye Ziling walked over together. Hearing this, Wang Qian smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Liu's words have tormented our purple spirits. She was really too busy, and her health was sick, so she kept pushing it. And you know, the paparazzi out there are keeping up too closely. ”

When Liu Baichuan heard this, he smiled, looked at Wang Qian and said, "Yes, yes, Wang Da Agent, you are right." For the entertainment industry, I still don't know as much as a professional like you. I just want to meet this little fairy daughter. ”

Then he quickly shifted his gaze to Ye Ziling, his eyes revealed a little bit of burning, and said, "Miss Ye, I'm your loyal fan." The reason why I invited you here today is because I like you so much, please don't be surprised. ”

Ye Ziling really didn't like the feeling of being forcibly invited, and he didn't like the gaze that Liu Baichuan looked at him.

But after all, the status of the family is noble, and the scene still has to be said.

So Ye Ziling smiled reluctantly and said, "No, it won't be that Mr. Liu invited me so enthusiastically, and it's also my honor." ”

Hearing this, Liu Baichuan laughed and said happily: "That's good." Come, shall we have a drink?"

As he spoke, he picked up the red wine, which had barely been corked, and began to pour it into his glass.

But at the same time, Wang Qian and Ye Ziling's expressions froze slightly.

In this situation, wine is not a good thing.

And you have to drink as soon as you come up, which means that you don't quite have it, right?

So Wang Qian hurriedly persuaded: "Don't don't don't Mr. Liu, don't drink this wine, right?"

When Liu Baichuan heard this, he smiled, and while continuing to pour wine, he said, "What's the matter?" You give me this face, come to my house as a guest, I have to bring out good things to entertain you, right? This wine is Romanée Conti in 1971, which is the highest-rated vintage in the history of Romanée Conti, and it is an absolute treasure. ”

As he spoke, three glasses of wine were already poured.

Of course, one of these three cups was his own, and the other two were Wang Qian and Ye Ziling's.

As for the photographer Liu Baichuan, he didn't put him in his eyes from the beginning, so naturally he wouldn't pour him wine.

Ye Ziling looked at the glass of red wine that was pushed in front of him, bit his lip lightly, and frowned slightly.

It's not that she can't touch red wine, but she is absolutely unwilling to drink in this kind of scene.

Wang Qian obviously understands this as well.

So she spoke again: "I can drink this wine, Zi Ling really can't drink it." She had just finished rehearsing, and she had taken medicine to nourish her throat, so she couldn't touch wine. And at noon, I don't eat, I drink alone, and I hurt my stomach. ”

Liu Baichuan saw that Ye Ziling didn't mean to move the cup, and when he heard Wang Qian say this, his smile suddenly narrowed slightly, and said, "What you said makes sense, but this wine has already been poured." Somebody's got to drink it, right?"

"Why don't I drink it for her?" asked Wang Qian tentatively.

Liu Baichuan shook his head and said, "One cup per person, there is no reason to drink on behalf of others." ”

Wang Qian was suddenly a little embarrassed and frowned. She could also see that this Mr. Liu was not very easy to talk to.

But at this moment

"It's simple, why don't I have a drink?" a voice came.

Wang Qian, Ye Ziling, and Liu Baichuan were all slightly stunned, and then looked towards the source of the sound in unison.

It is the photographer who has been ignored by Liu Baichuan.

Originally, this photographer has no identity in this kind of scene, and he is completely a background and foil, so how can he have any qualifications to speak?

Therefore, at this moment, he suddenly spoke, which surprised everyone.

subsequently

The corners of Liu Baichuan's mouth curled up with a touch of coldness, "You drink?" Okay, you drink one, try it?"