Since Zhao Feng invited him to dinner, Ye Fan made a phone call to Yang Yuxuan and said that he would not go back to eat tonight.

Coincidentally, Yang Yuxuan herself also had to go out to socialize.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Huang Lang was waiting early at the gate of the Dynasty Hotel.

After more than ten minutes, Ye Fan was late.

When Huang Lang saw this, he hurriedly smiled and said, "Brother Fan, I thought you didn't know the road, I just wanted to call you, and you came, hehe." ”

"Ah Lang, there was a traffic jam on the road just now, so it's late, so I've kept you waiting, buddy, don't be angry. ”

"I've just arrived!"

The corners of Huang Lang's mouth twitched, and he scolded in his heart: "Oh my day, it's about half past seven, and you won't come until 8 o'clock, can Lao Tzu not be angry?"

"Don't be so polite in the future, just wait in the box, go out to greet you, and make your buddies look like leaders, haha!"

Ye Fan laughed and patted him on the shoulder, people who didn't know the truth thought that they were good buddies who hadn't seen each other for many years.

"Waiting for you is a 'must'!"

Huang Lang forcibly endured his dissatisfaction, if it weren't for tonight's plan, he would have gone crazy on the spot.

Damn, I'll let you have to do it for a while!

Immediately, Ye Fan followed Huang Lang to a box.

In the box, there were several people sitting, among whom Zhao Feng was inside.

Seeing that the ashtray in front of him had piled up a lot of cigarette butts, his expression was a little impatient.

"Brother Feng, I've kept you waiting, haha!"

"It's okay, it's okay!"

Zhao Feng stood up and tried his best to squeeze out a smile, but this smile looked as ugly as a dead father.

If you don't come again, Lao Tzu will finish smoking the whole pack of cigarettes.

Then, Zhao Feng beckoned Ye Fan to sit down.

After pretending to say hello, he handed the recipe to Ye Fan and said with a smile: "Brother Fan, what do you like to eat, order whatever you want, don't be polite to me." ”

"Brother Feng, why are you embarrassed to let you break the bank?"

"Don't worry, I can afford this little money, you can order it, you can order whatever you like. ”

Ye Fan pretended to be flattered and smiled: "Then I might as well be respectful, waiter, order!"

Then, a waitress in a sexy cheongsam greeted her and smiled politely, "Sir, what do you need?"

Ye Fan flipped through the recipe, and then opened his mouth to order, "This, this, oh! and this ......"

Dynasty Hotel is notoriously expensive to eat.

Due to the situation just now, Zhao Feng had no choice but to let Ye Fan order food, but fortunately, the dishes that Ye Fan ordered just now were all low-priced dishes.

Zhao Feng, who was originally worried that he would be slaughtered, was now secretly relieved.

Haha! This product will save Lao Tzu money.

"Sir, do you need anything?"

"Except for what I just ordered, I'll serve everything else. Ye Fan said boldly.

"Poof!"

Zhao Feng just wanted to drink tea, but after hearing Ye Fan's words, he directly squirted out the tea.

Seeing that he was staring at Ye Fan with wide eyes, he was very annoyed why he didn't order his own food just now.

Your uncle? Lao Tzu knows that he is not such a good person, Ni Ma! After this pause, he can't leave without tens of thousands of yuan.

"Brother Feng, do you want to order some dishes?" Ye Fan showed a harmless smile and handed the recipe to Zhao Feng.

"Enough should be enough!

Zhao Feng's face was embarrassed, and the aggrieved feeling in his heart was really not a taste, and he still had to order food?

"Brother Feng, why don't we order some wine?" Huang Lang also knew that Zhao Feng's wallet was bleeding heavily, but if Ye Fan was not drunk tonight, their plan would be ruined.

"Good! good!"

Zhao Feng hurriedly said "yes" three times, but unfortunately these three sounds were almost squeezed out of the gap between his teeth.

One can imagine how distressed he was in his heart.

However, in order to take revenge, Zhao Feng couldn't take care of so much.

"Brother Feng, what kind of wine shall we drink?"

Huang Lang asked nervously, in case it is expensive to order his own wine, and Brother Feng will not smoke himself to death?

It's a pity that before Zhao Feng could speak, Ye Fan took the lead and said with a smile: "Let's just have a few boxes of Moutai, I see that Brother Feng is a master, drink some liquor, it's enough to be energetic!

"Yes, yes! Drinking Moutai is enough. ”

Zhao Feng's smile was even more ugly than crying, and he was dripping blood in distress: How many boxes of Moutai? Damn, tens of thousands of yuan are gone.

After Huang Lang saw this, he had no choice but to order two boxes of Moutai.

It didn't take long for the dish to come up.

Zhao Feng greeted Ye Fan warmly, and after a few minutes, he glanced at Huang Lang, as if hinting at something.

Of course, Huang Lang knew the boss's eyes, so he raised his wine glass and toasted to Ye Fan with a smile, "Brother Fan, something unpleasant happened before, just like this glass of wine, just drink it." ”

"Gollum!"

After that, Huang Lang opened his mouth and poured the wine down.

Although it is only a small glass of liquor, Moutai has a high degree.

Suddenly, Huang Lang felt a spicy feeling rolling up his throat, and the taste was quite uncomfortable.

"Ah Lang! come out to drink, then try to have fun, waiter, bring me a bowl!"

Ye Fan stretched out his hand and waved, and the posture was handsome.

Take a bowl? This thing doesn't want to take a bowl and drink Moutai, right......? Day, is he crazy?

Immediately, the waiter came in with a bowl, and Ye Fan personally poured two bowls of wine.

It's almost overflowing!

"Come on! Ah Lang! I have a deep feeling and a dull feeling, buddy, I'll do it first!"

Then, Ye Fan really poured a bowl of Moutai wine with a high number of heights.

When the wine entered his stomach, Ye Fan secretly lucked himself and secretly discharged the alcohol.

At this moment, the others were dumbfounded, Zhao Feng was shocked, and Huang Lang was in pain.

If this bowl goes down, will Lao Tzu still live?

Seeing that Huang Lang was hesitating, Ye Fan scolded with a smile: "Ah Lang, you don't want to give face to my buddy, right?" In this case, it's not interesting for us to continue drinking, Brother Feng, I'm leaving!"

After speaking, Ye Fan pretended to leave.

When Zhao Feng saw it, he hurriedly stopped, Mom, I worked so hard to trick you into coming here, how could I let you go?

"Huang Lang! drink it!"

Zhao Feng blackened his face and scolded.

"Peak...... Brother Feng, I'm ......"

"TMD! Everyone has drunk it, are you embarrassed?"

At this time, the expression on Huang Lang's face was very ugly, and he knew that if he didn't drink this bowl, he probably wouldn't have a good life in the future.

Immediately, he closed his eyes and drank the whole bowl of liquor as if he were drinking poison.

"Whew!"

Huang Lang's face turned red, he only felt as if there was a flame burning in his stomach, and his head was a little dizzy, "Brother Feng, I ...... I'll take an intermission!"

"Rubbish!"

Zhao Feng scolded dissatisfiedly, and then glanced at the others.

The men were then forced to take turns taking bowls to toast.

But after a round, they were drunk and unconscious, but Ye Fan's face did not change.

Mother: Does this drink water? Why can you drink it like that?

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