Xia Su has lived a poor life for two years, and it is rare to smell the good aroma of wine, so he can endure his addiction to alcohol, and now he is shaking so much under his nose, how can he bear it?

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"The last bowl." Zhao Qinghe was not conniving, seeing that she wrinkled her nose slightly, and took the not very satisfied look in her eyes.

It's okay if someone is in charge, but since it's the last bowl, Xia Su changed his sip and cherished it very much.

After a while, the girl at the door poked out twice, one more focused than the other, and repeatedly looked at the sun, waiting for someone, but couldn't wait.

"Zhao Zishuo isn't coming, is he?" Who else can wait? Xia Su felt a little bored, "You star, I'm going to leave after drinking this bowl." ”

"I heard Second Master Wu say that he met you because it happened to rain?" Zhao Qinghe asked an irrelevant word.

Seemingly unrelated, Xia Su asked rhetorically, "Do you think it's a coincidence?" ”

Zhao Qinghe poured all the wine in the jar, "You ran into Wu Er while hiding from the rain, but I am here if Zhao Zishuo doesn't come at this moment, these two are the same." "He drinks very crisply, and he is not like a reckless man who stays in a hara, the bowl is empty, and his face is refreshing," It's not a coincidence. ”

Xia Su kept holding the wine bowl, sipping like a cat, without panic, "That's." Wu Qihan is the big proprietor of Mogu Zhai, usually only with big guests and celebrities, a small person like me, want him to see my paintings and buy my paintings, don't have some thoughts, how to get close? His family lives in Hangzhou, and there is a Moguzhai branch in Suzhou, and when he arrives in Suzhou, he must go to Guanghelou to listen to the paintings. In order to wait for him, I drank the cheapest tea in Guanghe Building for half a month, and took advantage of the rain to make him believe that I was just a girl hiding from the rain before I could speak. ”

Zhao Qinghe's eyes lit up, "Good patience and good strategy, even if Wu Er can figure it out, he will also be impressed by your sincerity." So, you talked to Uncle Zhou about having to carry Wu Qihan behind your back, but why? ”

Xia Su is not uncommon, Zhao Qinghe praised himself, but the fan asked him to sell it for a good price, so he told the truth, "Although Wu Qihan's fan is not Tang Yin's work, it is Wen Zhengming's imitation of Tang Yin's play." He thought it was imitated by an unknown painter and asked me to dig up and mend it, but I felt that it was a pity, so he remade it for him, leaving Wen Zhengming's true handwriting. It's not glamorous, but it's also not a matter of conscience. Wen Zhengming is a great painter, and he imitates his friends naturally not for money, just to test us painting juniors, and we will be glad that this work remains in the hands of discerning people. If you can sell, you must also make it clear to the buyer that it is Wen Zhengming's genuine work, not to be confused with Tang Yin. ”

When Zhao Qinghe heard this, he said several wonderful words in a row, "My sister's far-fetched ability is also a high level." ”

Xia Su ignored his comments whether they were positive or negative, and his face was very serious, "I want to really dig up the paintings of Wen Zhengming, which is far-fetched." As for Boss Wu's own buying at a low price and selling at a high price, I don't care if he is cunning. ”

That is what she and Wu Qihan mean to each other.

Zhao Qinghe didn't belittle her, but he had no intention of clearing it up for himself, so he got up and said with a smile, "Sister, wait a while, I'll come when I go." ”

Speaking of which, if she didn't know where Zhao Qinghe went, Xia Su would be blind, but she grabbed his sleeve, turned her palm up, and her palm with a calloon was stubborn and beautiful.

"You just have to go, it doesn't matter if you go or don't come back, the silver stays."

Zhao Qinghe knew that her defense was heavier than anyone else's, and the silver was already in her hand, and suddenly she was a little stubborn, "If it's someone else who treats you, you also want the silver without discrimination?" ”

Xia Su directly pulled out the silver lump from his hand, "That's not it, the people who invited the guests have left the table, why should I still sit?" ”

Zhao Qinghe stared at her expression of course, "I thought you hated me. ”

Xia Su stared back, and his cold expression was mixed with an inexplicable expression, "Zhao Qinghe, I'm very curious about what you stuffed your bear brain before, but now that you have emptied it, I will tell you again before filling in the new things." I don't hate you. When the godmother is still there, I will treat you as her son, and when the godmother is gone, I will be an irrelevant person for you. What kind of stupidity and stupidity do you make, you have nothing to do with me, if you really want to build a branch between you and me, you have to borrow Aunt Tabertai. I treat them as relatives, and they are faithful to you. "Therefore, she was indifferent to seeing him let the Cen family harvest a loyal dog, and was only responsible for robbing him of his monthly salary." I'm not sad or happy when you die, but there's one less person in the world—"

A pair of sword fingers lightly stalked in front of Xia Su's lips.

This action is intimate in the eyes of others, but in fact, it means that there is a thin layer of air between the lips and the lips.

Zhao Qinghe, who is close to evil, but his soul is far cold, his eyes are smiling slightly, and he is not warm, facing Xia Su's powdery face, the bottom of his eyes is gradually deepening.

"It's not that I hate such extremes, but I'm not interested in drilling with people who drill the horns. Zhao Qinghe's past foolish things seem to be irretrievable, in this case, the grievances that have passed, let's not say goodbye, I plan to live for a long time this time, and you are the same. ”

Zhao Qinghe left and went out to the back of the restaurant.

Xia Su's eyes stared at the opposite door in a daze, but he never saw him.

After a long time, my heart was beating a little unsteadily, and I thought that I had to break the ban of three bowls today.

tore open the seal of another jar of wine, used the wine as water, and sent three bowls of stomach in a row, only then did he get back all his three souls and six spirits.

She doesn't have to abstain from drinking, because she drinks a lot, let alone three bowls and six bowls, and the difference between three and six jars is not obvious.

She is addicted to alcohol, and it is difficult to control herself when she is addicted.

And she is a human, not a ghost, and she will get drunk after all.

When you get drunk, you are a puppet, a puppet that is easily at the mercy of others.

In order not to become addicted to alcohol, Xia Su called his men to move the remaining half of the jar of wine.

When the man turned around to leave with the wine, he felt that his clothes were being dragged and sunk, and he looked down to see nothing abnormal, only to find that the hand of the girl next to him holding the wine bowl was a little shaky, and she used the strength that seemed to crush the clay bowl.

He secretly dod, and it was not easy to ask, so he retreated with a smile.

Xia Su sighed silently, in the end he was still a step too late, feeling that the alcohol addiction was already running around, and he was so deflated that he had to let himself drink the wine in one go, and hurriedly sandwiched a large piece of braised beef, and stuffed it into his mouth viciously, as if he could fill his mouth to fill the addiction.

The cheeks made the beef crack, but the body continued to heat up. It's good to die, the sound of pipa sounded in the restaurant, and a pair of performing fathers and daughters began to perform. Her toes tapped to the ground with the music, knowing that if she kept it any longer, something would definitely happen, so she hurried to settle the account.

When Zhao Qinghe came back, the table had been changed to a different guest, and his eyes were suddenly a little cold.

Although he was away for more than a moment, it was not long enough for the other party to settle the bill and leave. Or, since she had no intention of waiting, she said it straight at the beginning, he wouldn't mind.

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