Zhang Zhitao has been a waiter for more than a week, and he has also drunk alcohol, but it is usually beer, and he doesn't drink much, this time they drink foreign wine or something, and they take turns to drink, it must not work.

But if you don't drink it, it's too bad to give Mu Ziyang face, although Zhang Zhitao is embarrassed, she still trembles her fingers and picks up the wine glass.

"Drink."

Seeing that the man had already drunk it all in one gulp, Zhang Zhitao knew that he couldn't escape, so he had to stretch the wine glass to his lips.

Spelled.

As soon as her lips touched her lips, and before she could get the wine, a pair of familiar hands reached out, snatched the wine glass from her hand, and said to everyone: "She can't drink, I'll drink it for her." ”

Mu Ziyang said, and as soon as he raised his head, a glass of wine was already in his stomach.

Zhang Zhitao looked at Mu Ziyang with wide eyes, and the original emotion in his heart surged out again, and he was a little more moved.

"Oh my God, it turns out that Mu Shao is also quite good at pitying fragrant jade."

"Mu Shao has never drunk like this before."

"No, if Mu Shaozhen wants to block wine for the beauty, it's not as simple as one cup per person, you have to have three glasses per person, and you have to return three glasses."

Someone deliberately made things difficult, after all, if they could make things difficult for Mu Ziyang, they could be regarded as outstanding achievements.

thought that Mu Ziyang would refuse, then Zhang Zhitao would be indispensable for drinking, but Mu Ziyang replied without hesitation: "Okay!" ”

This person is six glasses of wine, and if you look around, each person only drinks six glasses, so how much does he have to drink?

But he still didn't hesitate.

After a circle of Lord salute, Mu Ziyang's face did not change, his eyes were extremely bright, like no one else, and then it was his turn to pay tribute.

Zhang Zhitao began to worry, he drank so much, and he drank so quickly, he was really desperate.

wanted to stop it, but Mu Ziyang's eyes were quick, he pressed her hand in time, smiled at her, and signaled her not to move, she was fine.

Zhang Zhitao not only did not feel at ease this time, but was even more worried, she felt that Mu Ziyang was holding on.

Those people also said just now that Mu Ziyang never drinks like this, so he should rarely drink.

"Mu Shao, I didn't see it before, you drink so much."

"Average." Mu Ziyang said, clinking glasses with a person, and the wine was already in his stomach.