A meal, full of delicacies from the mountains and seas, only took less than half an hour, and it was wiped out by Sanqing and others. Lin Danqing, who was sitting on the side and barely touched the dishes and chopsticks, blinked, probably feeling a little surprised. And Zhou Qingliang, who was sitting next to her, showed a disdainful gaze, as if he had seen a starving ghost come out of the mountain. As the host, although Yan Wenrong also had waves in his heart, he always had a smile on his face, and his clothes were polite and kind, and before he knew it, he had drunk most of the bottles of expensive French red wine.

"You're still satisfied!" After seeing the last soldier put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, he glanced at the clean plates on the table, Yan Wenrong asked with a smile.

"Satisfied, satisfied! I've never eaten such a good thing! I've only eaten some in some big hotels in Hangzhou before, and it's really the first time in my life to sit on a table so seriously and eat such a full table! It's great to have another bottle of good wine on the key!" After hearing Yan Wenrong's question, Wei Haoran immediately responded with a big grin, and it could be seen from his tone and expression that he was indeed satisfied. After saying this, his eyes fell on the bottle of wine that Yan Wenrong still had some wine left in his hand, and he swallowed involuntarily.

As for the others, they were immediately blushed a little by Wei Haoran's words, not that they were dissatisfied, but they were relatively subtle.

"My friend is straightforward and fast-talking!" As soon as Wei Haoran's words fell, Sanqing immediately opened his mouth and added embarrassedly.

"They are all temperamental! I don't know what kind of wine this friend likes?" After listening to Sanqing's words, Yan Wenrong immediately responded with a smile, and politely greeted Wei Haoran, who said that he wanted to drink.

"Red wine!"

"Liquor!"

Before Yan Wenrong's words fell, two responses immediately sounded on the table, the former was Wei Haoran, and the latter turned out to be a soldier who had been obscure!

"The liquor is a white bar, the stronger the better, I want to see how much the big man drinks today!" After answering, the serious illness and Wei Haoran glanced at each other, and then Wei Haoran made a concession. From his performance, it can be seen that he is very relaxed now, as if he has made this his own turf!

"Okay, then everyone wait a minute, I'll go get you wine!" After hearing Wei Haoran's words, Yan Wenrong smiled slightly, and then got up and walked to the place where the wine was placed. After a while, he returned to the table and placed two bottles of good vintage liquor in front of Da Bing and Wei Haoran. The two of them were not polite, and directly picked up the liquor one by one, and became more energetic.

Seeing that the soldier and Wei Haoran drank wine, Lin Danqing was not ready to stay at the dinner table anymore, she stood up and left the table, and Zhou Qingli hurriedly stood up.

"You stay and drink with everyone, sister, come with me!" Seeing Zhou Qingli get up, Lin Danqing immediately waved his hand, motioned for him to sit down, and asked Lin Danhong to go with her. Lin Danhong glanced at Lin Danqing, did not hesitate, and directly got up and left with Lin Danhong, the two slowly went upstairs, returned to Lin Danqing's room, and closed the door. And he, Zhou Qingliang, sat back angrily, staring at the soldier Wei Haoran who was drinking, and was stunned.

"Come on, boy, let's drink together, how boring it is to sit alone stupidly!" Wei Haoran, who was drinking, saw Zhou Qingli staring at him in a daze, and immediately put it down, and greeted Zhou Qingli Zhou Qingli glanced at Wei Haoran and did not react. Wei Haoran didn't know why, so he stood up directly and walked to Zhou Qingli to pull him up, and continued to warmly invite him to drink.

Under Wei Haoran's enthusiasm, Zhou Qingli didn't know whether to give in or open up, so he really sat next to Wei Haoran and drank with Wei Haoran and the soldiers. After a while, the three of them were in a mess. Seeing this scene, Sanqing suddenly remembered that when he was a child, his father always took the soldiers and Anzi to drink wine with such a joke. For a while, I couldn't help but feel a little sad, got up directly, and walked to Yan Wenrong's side.

"Mr. Yan, take a step to speak!" After walking to Yan Wenrong's side, Sanqing opened his mouth and whispered this. Yan Wenrong nodded knowingly, then got up and left the dining room with Sanqing, returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, and made tea.

"I heard that Mr. Yan and Qingfeng and Dusty Dao Chang are old friends?" Seeing that Yan Wenrong was making tea, Sanqing also sat on the sofa, and after a while, he opened his mouth and went straight to the topic, without dragging his feet.

"That's right! I met by chance, but I don't know the relationship between the two of them!" Hearing Sanqing's words, Yan Wenrong was stunned for a moment, and then opened his mouth to make such a response. At the same time, the appearance of dust and breeze came to mind. I think of the days when I drank tea and played chess with Qingfeng and chatted about the world. That was a few decades ago, at that time, he was not the current businessman in a straight suit all day long, and Qingfeng had not yet hid in Jiming Temple and became an old monk. Then, he remembered that he met with Chen in the corner of the White Horse Temple, and learned about his past and present lives from Chen, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Remembering the past?" Seeing Yan Wenrong suddenly sigh, Sanqing asked very keenly.

"It's all trivial!By the way, why didn't Scarface come with you!" Hearing Sanqing's question, Yan Wenrong came back to his senses, smiled at Sanqing, and then directly changed the topic.

"He said that there are still important things to be done, and if he succeeds, he will come and join us!" Sanqing replied softly.

"Then what if it can't be done?" Hearing Sanqing's words, Yan Wenrong's face suddenly changed, and he asked very seriously. Sanqing looked at Yan Wenrong and shook his head, but did not answer. At this time, the two of them actually knew it, they both knew that it would be difficult to see this friend if they were not free, but no one was far from it.

"Hahaha, I'm kidding you, don't be nervous, Scarface, this kid, is younger than me, the two of us are old friends, only I understand his personality, and Qingfeng probably doesn't understand! He will definitely be able to come back! Come, taste the good Pu'er tea!" Seeing Sanqing's helpless expression, Yan Wenrong hurriedly let out a hearty laugh, said this, and then pushed a cup of brewed Pu'er tea in front of Sanqing. The fragrance of tea came to his nose, interrupting Sanqing's thoughts. Savor Yan Wenrong's words again, it seems to be casual talk, but it hides a lot of unknown secrets.

Sanqing came back to his senses, gently picked up the teacup, drank the tea, and thought about Yan Wenrong's words just now, and faintly pondered a little.

"By the way, your friend has something for me to give to you!" After drinking a cup of tea, Sanqing said this to Yan Wenrong before he could put down the teacup, and the friend he was talking about was still Scarface. It's just that Sanqing didn't know what to call him, so he said so.

"Oh, what's it!" After hearing Sanqing's words, Yan Wenrong immediately showed a look of surprise, and while asking, he put down the teacup in his hand and poured another cup of tea into Sanqing's teacup.

(End of chapter)