Lord Zhan, your cute wife is not human

"Well, what do you mean?"

Miyai Han hated his son the most, like Zhan Hanjue, who only said one or two words. He was so angry that he picked up the celadon teacup and threw it over.

Fortunately, Gong Tingyu dodged in time, otherwise the teacup would have landed on his forehead, leaving a big scar.

"Dad, what are you doing? You want to murder your own son?"

The courtier couldn't figure out Miyai Han's mind any more. Ever since he knew that Stina's blood could corrode human skin, he stayed in the study all day studying various books.

"If you like it, you like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it. How can there be so many um, huh? A big man, if he likes it, he dares not say it. It's embarrassing to say it. Don't tell others that you are my son, Miyai Han. "

Miyai Han dismissed the imperial court's advice, and angrily wanted to pick up the teacup and throw it at him again.

"What's the use of admitting liking? Isn't everyone Zhan Hanjue's woman? Tell me, what's the use of liking?"

It was the first time for Gong Tingyu to say such dejected words, he lowered his head and dared not look at his father.

"You brat, aren't you usually a ghost? Why are you so timid when it comes to the relationship between men and women?"

Miyai Han hated that iron could not be made into steel, his face was livid with anger, and he said indignantly:
"You actually asked me what's the use of liking? Can't I just grab my liking? Do you understand?"

"This……"

Is this still my father?Actually persuading his son to win love with a knife and poaching the wall?
Gong Tingyu didn't want to listen to his father's nonsense anymore, so he ran out quickly.

Seeing Gong Tingyu's son who didn't live up to expectations, he was really angry and funny.

He rubbed his temples, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip to moisten his throat.

Gong Tingyu drove a Mercedes-Benz BMW all the way to the Moduo bar, threw the key to the security guard at the door, and walked in.

The bar at night is very lively!

He listened to the energetic DJ music, looked at the crowd dancing wildly in the center of the dance floor, and was dazzled by the colorful flashing lights.

He sat at the bar and snapped his fingers.

The bartender brother asked Gong Tingyu: "Master Gong, what would you like to drink?"

"casual."

The bartender hurriedly mixed a glass of Mojito for the imperial court and pushed it in front of him.

Gong Tingyu listened to the explosive music quietly, looked at those handsome men and beauties seriously, twisted their bodies crazily, and danced wildly.

When people are upset, there is nothing better than going to a bar for entertainment.

He picked up the Mojito on the glass table and drank it, feeling that it didn't taste right.

"What's the name of this wine?"

After hearing his inquiry, the bartender put down the wine glass in his hand, leaned over and whispered in his ear:

"Master Gong, this is one of the cocktails called 'Mojito'."

When Gong Tingyu heard the name, he felt that the mint and lemon taste of this wine was refreshing...

"Good wine, good wine."

Gong Tingyu shakes the Mojito in the glass and sees that it is made of mint + lemon, soda water and ice cubes. This wine is more artistic for a woman to drink!
When she wakes up, take her to taste this absolutely delicious cocktail - Mojito.

"Come on, I want another drink, no, I want to drink to my heart's content."

Gong Tingyu was depressed and disturbed by his father's words, so he had no choice but to come to his own bar for a drink.

He drank Mojito after Mojito, felt his cheeks burn, and kept yelling "Stina".

Zhan Hanjue was wiping Stina's body when he suddenly heard the phone on the bedside table ring.

Damn it, who's calling him so late?
He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was the imperial court, he frowned but pressed the answer button anyway.

"Hello, sir! Please come to the Moduo Bar."