Yan Rusheng hurriedly picked up the wine glass, stretched out his hands, touched Ming Zhongsheng's wine glass, and said with a smile: "What is Grandpa Ming doing so politely." ”

Then he took a small sip of wine.

The authentic northern burning knife is spicy in the mouth and even spicier in the roar.

Yan Rusheng didn't like this kind of wine, but Ming Zhongsheng liked it, and every time he had dinner with him, he would accompany him to drink a glass or two.

An old man of Ming Zhongsheng's age likes this kind of liquor, and drinking half a catty and eight taels at a time has no effect at all.

He drank half a cup in one gulp, then picked up the chopsticks and stuffed a mouthful of food into his mouth, chewing while looking at Wen Xinyi beside him, and said with a smile: "Xinyi, you also respect a cup." ”

Wen Xinyi was a little embarrassed.

The full face was flushed with a hint of redness, like two half-ripe apples.

She picked up the drink glass in front of her, raised it, and stretched out to Yan Rusheng, very polite, "Mr. Yan, I respect you." ”

Hearing Wen Xinyi call Yan Rusheng 'Mr. Yan', Ming Zhongsheng frowned, "What is Mr. Yan's name, you are the same as An Sheng, call him the third brother." ”

The flush on Wen Xinyi's faces on both sides of her face became wider, and she didn't dare to look at Yan Rusheng's face.

The atmosphere was mixed with a bit of embarrassment, and Wen Xuxu was annoyed in her heart.

I knew that Yan Rusheng was here on a blind date today, so she didn't follow, and now she is sitting here, and she can't find a reason to go, and it's uncomfortable to stay.

She lowered her head and was peeling a prawn in her hand.

Yan Rusheng's eyes swept over her, and when he saw her frowning, he saw her thoughts.

The corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and a faint but intriguing smile flashed in the dark eyes of the gloomy.

As long as there is something dissatisfied in Wen Xuxu's heart, she will definitely frown, and no matter what she holds in her hand, she will suffer.

Just like at this time, the prawn in her hand that has been peeled off is even rotten.

"Third brother!"

At this moment, Wen Xinyi, who had been struggling for a long time across from her, spoke shyly, her voice as small as a mosquito's hum, almost inaudible.

Yan Rusheng looked at her, and she held a wine glass in her hand, facing him.

He pursed his lips and reached out to pick up his glass, still taking a sip.

Then gently lower the glass and withdraw your hand.

Every move shows nobility and elegance, as well as the unique rebellious spirit of his words.

From the time they came in, to now, Ming Zhongsheng opened his mouth and did not leave his granddaughter Wen Xinyi, who was sitting beside him.

Yan Rusheng has been perfunctory, and his attitude is expressed between words.

Wen Xuxu couldn't remember how many yawns she had, and she wanted to go back quickly, take a shower and sleep.

But Ming Zhongsheng pulled Yan Rusheng to talk more and more hotly, and he looked like he wouldn't stop if he didn't sell his granddaughter tonight.

And the damn Yan Rusheng didn't explicitly refuse, so if we continue to talk like this, I guess I'll have to spend the night here.

Wen Xuxu yawned again, her wing-like eyelashes already wet.

She raised her hand and looked at her watch, it was almost ten o'clock, I didn't catch up with the drama tonight, and I didn't sleep well, it was really enough.

"Secretary Wen."

Wen Xuxu was annoyed, and Yan Rusheng beside her suddenly opened his mouth to call her.

She raised her head to look at him, her eyes flashing with a little expectation, "Mr. Yan." ”

Is it to call her back?

Yan Rusheng lowered his eyes and glanced at her, and said in a deep voice: "Ming Dong invited a guest to dinner, you don't respect Ming Dong for a cup, is it reasonable?" ”

Hearing this, Wen Lifelike's face darkened.