After drinking, the literati looked at the butterfly, and his expression was: No matter how you are, you have to mean it.

The butterfly remained motionless, not even touching the glass.

There was a sudden silence at the dinner table, and everyone was looking at the butterflies, all watching how this posture would continue. Originally, this dinner party was not very fun, but now someone is picking something out, and everyone is happy to watch the excitement.

Only butterflies sit on pins and needles. The atmosphere was a little condensed.

Lin Motian suddenly said: "Xiao He, you can also drink a little, these are your predecessors." ”

Obviously, butterflies can't do without drinking.

Butterfly reluctantly picked up the wine glass and said coldly, "Okay, I'll drink." ”

The eyes of so many men were focused on the butterfly, and they watched in silence as the butterfly drank the wine in the cup, and suddenly there was a lot of noise.

The literati seemed to feel very embarrassed, and with the smell of wine rising, he babbled and said a lot of nonsense, and the butterfly happened to receive a call from the diving bird. Her heart wanted to fly back.

After answering the phone, the butterfly looked restless, Lin Motian saw it in his eyes, approached the butterfly and lowered his voice and asked, "Have a friend's call?" ”

The butterfly smiled far-fetched and said, "Yes, a friend." ”

Lin Motian smiled and said, "It's okay, right?" ”

The butterfly could only say, "Nothing important." ”

As soon as the literati's buttocks sat down, the other stood up again uninterestingly, walked to Lin Motian in a few steps, first pretended to give Lin Motian a glass, and then turned his head at the butterfly.

In this way, the butterfly was inexplicably persuaded to drink a lot of wine, and began to have a hot heartbeat.

At this time, another man held a large glass of wine and shook it in front of the butterfly, this man was born with a large amount of wine, and he had already poured a lot of wine himself, and the wine gradually came up.

Seeing that everyone respected her, her heart was itching, and she couldn't help but come to the butterfly.

This drunken man also has a habit of pouring alcohol on others. Thinking about it, since this girl can drink other people's wine, she naturally can't refute her own wine.

Not only did he fill a glass himself, but he also came over with a wine bottle.

In his eyes, you have drunk this wine today, and if you want to drink it, you will drink it happily.

He couldn't help but say, filling a whole glass of wine for the butterfly.

The butterfly looked at it and shouted in her heart: This is not good, if you drink this big cup, it is estimated that you will not even be able to get out of the door. How good is that? I was secretly anxious.

In fact, Butterfly is not bad at drinking, she has a lot of romantic habits in her life, and drinking is one. In her early years, she also liked to drink and have a time with Fan Fan. At that time, she was more casual, more relaxed, and naturally more watery.

Fan Fan looked very scared, and kept reminding her: When I am away, you must not drink, remember?

Once she was the bridesmaid of a colleague in the unit, she drank too much wine on the field, and almost slept in the newcomer's cave room at night, and the best man hugged her and entangled her, but she was powerless to resist.

In the end, fortunately, Fan Fan arrived in time, and almost got into a fight with the best man, and finally carried the butterfly home in anger.

Fan Fan didn't sleep well all night, and watched her wake up and drink water in the early morning, so he kept teaching her: don't drink next time. What do you think you've drunk? If I don't come, what are you all going to do?

The butterfly was ashamed, but naturally remembered it.

Since then, the butterfly has not been drunk again, and generally does not touch the wine outside. She also knew that once she drank it, she would not be able to control it.

I usually like to drink a few sips, but I usually drink slowly at home, drink some self-made cocktails, or fruit wine, and rarely drink spirits.

The man was also refreshed, he drank the wine in the cup by himself, and then quickly filled the glass and said, "Miss He, I drink three cups, you drink one, how about it?" ”

The men present were all in high spirits and watched the excitement with great interest. I don't know why Lin Motian actually looked at it with a smile on the side, maybe he thought: It's just a little drinking, nothing.

Some people took the opportunity to coax: Drink, you see that everyone has drunk three cups, you just drink one cup.

There are really not a few people in this world who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic. Immediately, another person jumped out like a clown, and said loudly: This face can't be refuted-

The butterflies were full of coaxing, and they could only hear all sides shouting vigorously: Drink, drink, drink......

She trembled her hands and held the wine glass, feeling really a thousand pounds, and it was the first time in her life that she had seen this amber-like shaking transparent wine so scared.

was hesitating, and suddenly someone said gloomily: "I drank this wine for her, Miss He looked like she was no longer able to drink this wine." I don't know when Zhuang Yousheng actually walked over, took the wine glass in the butterfly's hand, and drank the wine in the glass with an expressionless face.

This time was beyond everyone's expectations, these men were full of wine and food, and they were a little bit of a taste for fun with the power of wine, but they were stopped by Zhuang Yousheng, and the situation was broken all of a sudden, and their interest became so.

The man returned to his seat in a daze, his face was not happy, but it was not easy to have a seizure, his motives for persuading alcohol were not pure, and he was seen through by others, and he was a little angry because of the disappointment, but he could only suppress it.

Lin Motian glanced at Zhuang Yousheng with sharp eyes at this time, it seemed to be very unexpected, but then he retracted, and suddenly laughed and said: "Okay, I toast you, today is my good day, everyone is happy, come, I'll toast a toast——"

Hula filled the table and said, "We respect Lin Lao!" ”

"Lin Lao is a master in the world of calligraphy and painting,"

"Lin Lao's virtue and art are shuangxin——"

"Lin Lao's talent and demeanor make the younger generations unreachable!"

"Lin Lao is the only closed disciple of the strange woman in the painting world, and he has won the inheritance of the seventh person, and there are no two more in this world——"

"Where, Lin Lao has been promoting the younger generations now, and his character is excellent!"

"Yes, this wine should be our respect for Lin Lao-"

The sound of compliment, flattery, and sycophancy came and went, and it was noisy.

Lin Motian was accustomed to this kind of scene, so he naturally accepted all the orders quietly, squinted his eyes, kept nodding his chin, and looked like he was accepting worship. In exaggeration, he stretched out a hand and waved it to show reassurance.

When some people in this world boast and praise others, they are really stingy with words, and they are extremely poor, and they can't be described as just thick-skinned.

Some words are harsh when the butterfly listens to them, but Lin Motian is extremely calm and comfortable, ah no, it is simply very pleasant to the ear, as if he is listening to a fairy music.

Those who say it are shameless, and those who listen are like a spring breeze.

The whole scene can be called a surging tide, hearty, when it comes to saliva into rain and praise Yunsheng, Lin Motian may feel that it is time to end, so Shi Shiran stood up, clenched his hands into fists, raised his hands above the top, and kept saying: "Where, where...... Hehe, over the prize, over the prize...... Oh, oh, hey, I can't be—"