Zhang Zhitao found that in just a few contacts, she had unconsciously fallen in love with this perfect man.

Yes, love.

Because I was moved, because it was the first light in despair, my heart moved.

Several people around were relieved that Zhang Zhitao had solved Zuihou's three glasses of wine, but Mu Ziyang stopped him.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became awkward.

Zhang Zhitao's eyes flashed with some crystals, but they did not fall, Mu Ziyang's eyes were full of tenderness, and the eyes of the people around him were full of surprise.

Then, in the eyes of everyone, Mu Ziyang took Zhang Zhitao's hand holding the wine glass to his mouth and poured the wine into his mouth.

The remaining two glasses of wine naturally all entered Mu Ziyang's mouth.

After drinking, Mu Ziyang was not so drunk that he couldn't afford to fall to the ground, but continued to hold Zhang Zhitao's hand and sat down leisurely, like no one.

Then the crowd stirred up for a while, and simply ate a little, but did not drink any more.

Zhang Zhitao's gaze wandered on Mu Ziyang's body from time to time, and there were bursts of hot temperature from those big hands, as well as layers of fine sweat, and trembling slightly.

She was worried.

In the end, everyone was also not interested in what had just happened, and after a few dignified words, they were about to leave.

Mu Ziyang didn't keep it, but just indifferently agreed a few words, and pulled Zhang Zhitao to send those people to the door.

It should be said that Zhang Zhitao pulled him, a pair of small hands tightly grabbed the big palm, reluctant to let go, and did not dare to let go.

I was afraid that as soon as I let go, Mu Ziyang would fall.

Zuihou walked past Mu Ziyang alone, naturally reached out and patted Mu Ziyang's shoulder, and said, "Mu Shao, your amount of wine is really good, I admire it very much." ”

Mu Ziyang leaned against the door, smiled faintly, his eyes were extremely bright, and replied, "You are not bad." ”

"Huh." The man laughed dryly twice and left as if fleeing.

After everyone left, Zhang Zhitao breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly turned his head to look at Mu Ziyang, and asked worriedly: "How are you, it doesn't matter, I ......"

Before Zhang Zhitao finished speaking, Mu Ziyang fell without a center of gravity, if he hadn't leaned against the door, he would definitely fall badly.