Fu Leng smiled, his eyes were calm, who are the people in the capital circle now? Is it all lard in your head?

Ling Feng wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, nodded and smiled,

"It's because I have eyes and don't know Mount Tai, please forgive me Xiao Gongzi."

Even if it was Fu Mingting's little white face, he didn't dare not put it in his eyes, let alone the little son of the Fu family?

You must know that Old Man Fu has been in politics for many years, even if he has retired, but he has countless disciples, and what he loves the most is his eldest grandson.

I can't afford to mess with it!

"It doesn't matter."

Fu Han's eyes were cold without the slightest temperature, and a sentence came out of his thin lips,

"It's normal that I haven't returned to China for many years and you don't know each other, but since I met today, it's good to know each other."

As he spoke, he made a phone call,

"Yang Yue, send three barrels of new blended wine to the third floor, and I invite Mr. Zhang of Wanjia Pictures."

The night is a high-end club, and the wine is sold by the glass, and then by the bottle, and it has never been said that it is sent by the barrel!

A barrel, that's several liters!

This doesn't drink the dead?!

Mr. Zhang's face immediately changed,

"No, no... Don't bother Fu Xiaogongzi, we have wine in the box. ”

He suddenly had a bad premonition, this Pingshui meeting, Fu Xiaogongzi shouldn't want to rectify them!

But then, Fu Han's words made him fall into an ice cellar.

Fu Han's eyes swept over the three of them, and he sneered coldly, and his tone was gloomy and overwhelming.

"I think, Mr. Zhang didn't understand what I meant, I said please, you have to drink, it's not a question of lack or not!"

If you like to drink people, then drink enough here!

Soon, someone came up with a barrel.

"Little boy."

Yang Yue was followed by several wine boys, pushing three barrels of wine, Fu Han glanced at him,

"I'll leave it to you."

As soon as the words fell, he directly picked up the woman in his arms and walked away.

Yang Yue looked at Mr. Zhang and the three of them, and made a gesture of please,

"Please, three."

Ling Feng's face changed all of a sudden,

"We're members of the night! I'm going to complain to you! ”

Yang Yuepi didn't smile at the flesh,

"After drinking our little boy's wine, the three of them are light."

The sound of killing pigs sounded in the corridor, Fu Han turned a deaf ear, and directly took Wen Chu into the elevator.

The little woman in her arms was already a little unconscious, her face was flushed, and under the effect of the drug, a delicate Ning overflowed from her throat, as if she felt that he was cool, and rubbed against him vigorously, and her chest was full of spring.

Leprechauns!

Fu Han's throat rolled, suppressing the fire in his heart, and his voice was a little hoarse,

"Wen Chu, wake up!"

She rubbed him uncomfortably.

Wen Chu opened his eyes with great effort, raised his hand and gave him a slap.

The little hand hit him in the face all of a sudden, not light or heavy, no strength, it didn't hurt, it didn't hurt,

"Scumbag!"

Fu Han: "........"

He finally saved the beauty once, and in exchange for these two words?

"Put me down!"

Wen Chu used what little reason he had left to push Fu Han away, and slammed his fist into his chest several times.

"Can you still stand?"

I couldn't stand on my stomach just now, so I drilled into his arms one by one.

"You have to take care of it!"

Wen Chu had two lumps of red on his face, but he was still fierce!

Fu Han was beaten by her chest and put the person down, but as soon as Wen Chu's feet hit the ground, he fell forward softly and threw himself into his arms again.

Fu Han stopped her waist again and smiled softly,

"Weak legs?"

What's going on, still holding on in front of him?

Wasn't it time to drill into his arms just now and rub him desperately?

Wen Chu glared back at him,

"You're weak in legs, you're weak in all three legs!"

Fu Han sneered, hooked her waist and brought the person up, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was a little frivolous,

"Don't you know if my three legs are soft or not?"