On the issue of dealing with Wen Zhiyuan, Xiang has a sense of narrow-mindedness. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After all, this guy had resolutely rejected his olive branch at the beginning.

If he keeps insisting on this arrogant stubbornness, he won't feel anything.

However, when Wen Zhuyuan kept saying that he liked to be alone, he turned around and threw himself into Mu Rujingye's door, which was a bit beyond Xiang Zhi's tolerance.

It's like seeing a man with a bowl of fragrant braised pork when you're hungry.

You thought that this man would serve you the meat, but when you come to it, you are blind to your longing eyes.

It would have been fine if the man serving the meat was blind, but not only was he not blind, but his eyes were even brighter than anyone else's, because he turned around and carried it into someone else's private room.

It was a maddening experience.

Just when he wanted to rush in and unload the person who served the meat just now to vent his hatred, the owner of the private room actually ordered him to bring you the bowl of braised pork.

This......

In this way, the situation is a little more complicated.

Whether to beat up or not is a question.

Ever since Wen Zhuyuan came in, Xiang Buyi has been hesitating.

However, when he heard Wen Zhuyuan say the words "Fortune Boy", Xiang Buyi began to feel that he could no longer hesitate.

Therefore, he immediately changed his mind to stop Wen Yuan, Xiao Qianqiu, and burn the entire incense listening to the rain building.

His face, which had been tense, suddenly softened.

As a result, in the following time, the atmosphere of the entire Shijingtang suddenly became friendly and harmonious.

The catchers who drew their swords and glared angrily were repulsed.

The tables and chairs that had been kicked were straightened again, and the broken porcelain tea bowls were cleaned up.

The "Xiangzhu Soul" mellow wine that became an altar was brought up one after another, and the cup was filled.

The pink beauties who were drunk were called in again.

The plump body wrapped in light gauze clings to Xiang Buying's back and thighs, curled up in Wen Zhuyuan's arms like a well-behaved cat.

If there is one word to describe it, it is...... Luxury and dissipation.

Oh no, it's lewd, very lascivious.

Men love it.

Even Xiao Qianqiu, a fake man, seemed to be infected by this atmosphere.

Like the red aunts and beauties under her command, she walked in and out of the candlelight glasses, pouring wine and laughing.

Wen Zhuyuan, although his beard is unshaven and his body is unruly, his eloquence is really good.

The experience and knowledge of the two lives make him exude a particularly attractive charm when chatting.

The more he drank, the more he talked and the more funny he became.

His topics range from the polemic between Han Han and Bai Ye, Zheng Jun, Lu Chuan, and Fang Zhouzi to the joke of fuck mother fang, from Chinese football to Guo Meimei's dedication to art, from Lanling's "Golden Bottle Plum", Li Yu's "Jade Futon" to Jia Pingwa's "Waste Capital" and ***, Iijima Love, from the battle of the Nine Heavenly Gods in Kyushu to Guo Xiaosi's sadness flowing against the river and then to the smash hit ** diary Mu Zimei hooligan Yan......

Wen Zhuyuan originally had the habit of being a hooligan, and he was an actor in his previous life, so when these jokes and scandals in officialdom, workplace, literary circles and literary circles were displayed live by his vivid expressions and actions in the form of talk shows, everyone laughed.

Xiang lived up to his cronies who were lying in ambush around Shijingtang, and they had long been accustomed to the darkness and coldness around them.

In such a harsh situation, I need something to adjust my depressed mood.

Therefore, their hearing is already different from ordinary people, and after hearing Wen Zhuyuan's vivid talk show, they unconsciously laughed out loud.

The laughter, though low, was quickly suppressed by itself.

However, they believe that Xiang Buyi should still hear it.

If the other people in the room pay attention, they should be able to feel the anger on Xiang Fu's face, as if to say, are you standing guard like this, you are simply looking for death.

Although Wen Zhuyuan was deliberately creating an atmosphere, it was obvious that he also heard other meanings contained in those casual laughter.

Because he is comforting Xiang Zhi, don't be angry, don't be angry, anger will make people get old.

As a result, Xiang is even more angry.

I don't care about it.

He asked Xiao Qianqiu to move out the treasured "Hunan Bamboo Soul" one by one, and also move out the big bowls of roast meat and large pieces of barbecue......

However, no matter how Xiao Qianqiu greeted, those catchers who were ambushed around refused to come out.

Everyone is looking at Xiang Zhi.

Xiang Buyi couldn't help coughing, knowing that Wen Zhuyuan had forced himself into a corner.

If Xiang Weiwei rejects Xiao Qianqiu's kindness, it will not only not give Wen Zhiyuan face, but also snub the hearts of all good brothers.

-- It seems unreasonable to let the brothers drink the northwest wind outside, but enjoy the beautiful wine and beautiful women in the house.

So, I had to put on a gloomy face and allow them to indulge for a moment.

As a result, the atmosphere in Shijingtang became warmer and more harmonious.

The more she drank, the less clothes the girl had on her.

The people who catch the right pair are getting slimy.

In this ambiguous and harmonious atmosphere, Wen Zhuyuan got up and persuaded Xiang to drink, firstly, to express his apologies for refusing to live up to the warm invitation, secondly, to replace the big boss to express his supreme guilt for not being able to go to the scene for friendship, and thirdly, he really wanted to drink.

However, Xiang Buying didn't want to drink with him.

He just wanted to stop and quickly hand over to him the 500,000 gold baht that the big boss promised him.

The scene that has just boiled over is usually in an awkward situation because of the untimely withdrawal of money.

Xiao Qianqiu was embarrassed, look at Xiang Buying, and look at Wen Zhuyuan.

No matter how good-tempered he was, this anger suddenly rose.

His face was terrifyingly gloomy, as if to say: "Don't you just like money, okay, Lao Tzu will let you really count the money until your hands cramp." ”

It's scary for hooligans to get angry.

And Wen Zhuyuan is not only a hooligan, but also a hooligan who has crossed over from another modern world with advanced information, so it is even more terrifying to start a fire.

He paused the jar on the table and raised his hand to pat it.

Xiao Qianqiu, who was persuading wine on the side, understood.

I saw her walk to the door, pull up the curtain, take out a piccolo of unknown texture from her arms, put it to her lips and whined twice.

I saw a sudden wind in the wide and dense lotus pond in the courtyard.

A few pages of light boats pushing lotus leaves, fluttering away.

On each leaf boat, there are two young girls standing in front of and behind them, shaking bamboo oars.

On the deck between the two of them, there was a large vermilion wooden box.

The mahogany box has a heavy feeling.

The boat and the maiden arrived at the door in a moment.

Originally drinking wine and eating meat, he had already stood up vigilantly when he heard Xiao Qianqiu blow the bamboo flute.

They all drew their sabers at their waists and stared at the dense lotus pond.

Staring at the maiden and the box.

It's like staring at a ghost walking in the night.

Now, seeing them actually come to the door, the hand holding the knife is almost nervous......

Wen Zhuyuan seemed to hurry to the thick murderous aura on their bodies, carrying the remaining wine from the half jar just now, standing at the door, looking at them, and laughing: "I have long heard that the brothers who catch the head are all elites cultivated by the adults who are far away in the imperial capital. ”