President Ling got slapped in the face again today

Her conversation turned back to the sharp flaws, she couldn't eat grapes and said that grapes were sour in her heart, because Fan Xiaoqing did what she liked, and there was a sharp contrast first, Yang Zhen was in a good mood, and the two chatted happily.

Fan Xiaoqing also successfully got the other party's business card, and kept it in her palm like a treasure - it was her access control card to infiltrate into the upper class circle, she had to hold it carefully, maybe she would never have to look at the man's face and live on his breath.

As the main character, Ling Li's early departure without hesitation will naturally attract the attention of many people, especially the organizer of the reception.

Not to mention that Yang Zhen was deflated by Ling Li, and Yang Quan, as a father, did not get any good face. Everyone tacitly knew that the drunkard's intention at this reception was not to drink, and Ling Li's actions were like buying alcohol. Not only refused to buy the other party's wine, but also poured him all over,
The more Yang Quan thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became. He happened to see Tunqin, who was reluctant to miss Shu among all kinds of beauties. His dark skin looked more energetic because of the slight red light.

He had a drunk smile on his face, his eyes were blurred, regardless of whether he was beautiful or ugly, he would not refuse a woman who came to toast.

He was obviously drunk, and Yang Quan couldn't help but sneered secretly: "Hmph, is the wine in Lao Tzu's house so delicious? It's a straw bag that can't be on the table",
The disdain in his eyes flashed with the evil thoughts that just appeared, and he immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Oh! Brother Tunqin seems to be really drunk, so I said my wine is good, but it's a pity that Mr. Ling doesn't give face like Brother Tunqin."

Tunqin's Chinese is not very good, and he can barely handle simple daily greetings and conversations. If he is attending an important occasion, he will definitely bring a translator.
At this time, his brain has been flooded with yellow soup, his language system has collapsed, and every word he utters is his native mother tongue.

The interpreter whispered in his ear, Tunqin half-closed his eyes in confusion, and then echoed his words: "Huh? Boss Ling? Where is Boss Ling? I want to ask him for a drink."

As soon as he said this, Yang Quan was overjoyed, his excited eyes seemed to have caught a wild wolf, but he sighed in sympathy and hypocrisy: "Uh~ Boss Ling is really, why didn't I call you?" He left after saying hello, and he didn’t treat us as buddies.”

As long as Tunqin is half awake, he can hear the strange smell inside with his fine hairs, but with the yellow soup on it, the blood in his heart is soaring, and he can erupt on the spot without being teased by others.

Just when he was dozing off, Yang Quan took the initiative to offer a pillow.

I didn't expect this tough-looking, slender old boy with twenty-eight hair combed to be so caring!One can tell at a glance that there were many girls named "Yuze" back then.

Hearing this, Tunqin suddenly widened his round eyes, his eyes seemed to be venting his anger, and said angrily, "You don't think of me as a brother, I'll go find him now."

His precarious body took a big step forward. Although he is not tall, he still has a lot of fat that a middle-aged man should have.
The little translator was tall and thin, but he couldn't restrain the old drunk cow who insisted on plowing the ground.
If this continues, there are only two results, either the soles of his shoes rubbed sparks against the ground, or he farted loudly, and then fell to the ground with Tunqin to perform the ceremony of 'entering the bridal chamber'.

He was sweating profusely, filtered through thick glasses, and sent an extremely pure distress signal to Yang Quan,
Yang Quan understood, and made a righteous move. His tall body stood in front of Tunqin, bent down and directly picked up Tunqin who was pulling the plow, and comforted him with a thick smile: "Brother Tunqin, I'm really drunk today. Let's wait another day." Goodbye to him, come and send my brother back safely."

Several handsome male waiters came looking for the sound and gave him enough dignity. They didn't lift him away like a fat pig, but bent over and lowered their eyebrows to carry him out considerately.
After sending the people into the car, they all stood on the spot, wiped off the sweat, and hammered their waists as if they were suffering from kidney failure.

Tunqin, who was sent to the car not long ago, suddenly opened his eyes that had been closed tightly, but his eyes were full of turbid beads, and there was a sneer that seemed to be angry or annoyed at the corner of his mouth.