The waistcoat of a wealthy man shocked the world

Wen Zheng thought that what Cheng Jin was looking at was the red wine glass in his hand, and he felt somewhat guilty.

The red wine he took out from the wine cellar is basically something you can’t see on the market now.

Even most red wines can only be purchased from private collectors.

He has drank more than seven or eight bottles in the past few days, and Master Jin probably wants to kill him now.

Wen Zheng sat on the sofa, looking at Cheng Jin sincerely and smiling.

"Master Jin, you may not know that I have some physical problems. That is, every night, if I don't drink two glasses of red wine, I can't sleep. Don't you see? I accidentally drank a little too much, and I put you in this place. I drank a lot of red wine in the wine cellar. Master Jin, as a generous person like you, you probably won’t mind."

Wen Zheng focuses on a preemptive strike

He didn't believe what he said. How dare Master Jin blame him for drinking so much red wine?

Zhou Yi sat on the sofa with her legs crossed and glanced at Wen Zheng casually.

Raised an eyebrow

There are quite a few excuses for this guy.

Zhou Yi said slowly, "Why didn't I know you still had this problem?"

Wen Zheng glanced at Zhou Yi aggrievedly. Is it really okay for Sister Yi to tear him down like this in public?

Zhou Yi withdrew her gaze, curled her lips, and opened the potato chips with her.

Wen Zheng may have made a miscalculation.

As far as she knew, Cheng Jin did not have a hobby of collecting red wine.

Cheng Jin heard Wen Zheng's words and was too anxious to answer.

He slowly made Zhou Yi a cup of jasmine tea.

Wen Zheng was allowed to sit there, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha, and Cheng Jin didn't even look at him.

for a while

After Cheng Jin finally made the scented tea, he raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Zheng.

While handing the brewed scented tea to Zhou Yi, he said in a deep voice, "I don't mind. By the way, I forgot to tell you that this red wine is not from my collection. Of course, you can tell him the reason you just told him again, but , provided he is willing to give you a chance to speak."

Wen Zheng's face froze

What does Mr. Jin mean by this?

If a red wine of this vintage and value is not collected by Mr. Jin, who else could it be?

Only then did Wen Zheng realize that he had drank so much red wine, and even if he didn't take advantage of Master Jin, he was still complacent.

It turns out that these are not the red wines collected by Master Jin at all, so he took advantage of the wrong thing?

Who became this big culprit?

Is there anything more embarrassing in the world than this?

Wen Zheng was silent for a few seconds, his expression at this moment difficult to describe.

"Master Jin, whose collection of red wine is this? Is it Brother Cheng Yi?"

Zhou Yi received the scented tea from Cheng Jin, took a slow sip, and glanced at Wen Zheng.

hooked his lips

She looked at Cheng Jin and said in a soft and slow voice, "Who kept it?"

Wen Zheng's body stiffened.

In fact, there is no need for Sister Yi to ask again at this time?

Is it a little too obvious that Sister Yi wants to watch the excitement?

It's somewhat inhumane

Cheng Jin leaned back on the sofa, her long legs slightly bent, and there were no wrinkles on her pants.

He looked at Wen Zheng and said a name calmly.

"Batulu"

These three words made Wen Zheng's expression change immediately.

Zhou Yi raised her eyebrows and glanced at Cheng Jin with interest.

She didn't expect that Batulu would actually have the habit of collecting vintage red wine.

Wen Zheng is lucky

Not far from death

Cheng Jin and Zhou Yi looked at each other, and then they stopped talking to Wen Zheng, who was sitting next to him.

However, Wen Zheng himself is now in a state of turmoil.

I rely on...

He never thought that these precious red wines were actually collected by Batulu, a strong man who could kill someone with just one slap.

It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.

That person doesn't look like an elegant person at all. He still has such a hobby?

Thinking of Batulu's glaring look, Wen Zheng felt that he needed to escape from the uninhabited island immediately? Hurry back to your lair and hide for a while

I drank so many vintage red wines...

If we wait until that Baturu comes back, I'm afraid we will chase him with a knife.

Wen Zheng looked downcast, the red wine in his hand?

Not only does this red wine not smell good now, it actually looks like poison.

Wen Zheng gritted his teeth.

He suddenly looked up at Cheng Jin and showed the signature smile of the most beautiful man in the antique world.

Obviously Wen Zheng forgot that Cheng Jin was not one of those nymphomaniac little girls who fell for his tricks.

Wen Zheng coughed, but neither Cheng Jin nor Zhou Yi, who were sitting on the sofa, looked at him.

Wen Zheng didn't give up, gritted his teeth, and coughed heavily again.

Finally, Zhou Yi and Cheng Jinshe both gave him half a look.

Wen Zheng immediately smiled, his attitude extremely sincere.

"Master Jin, Batulu is also your subordinate after all. I drank so much of his red wine. He should take it for your sake. The adults will not care about the villains."

If this was ordinary red wine, Wen Zheng would certainly not be nervous.

This is red wine worth millions if you just carry it out, and it is unique on the market. No one will be beaten to death if you put it on someone.

Cheng Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at Wen Zheng, who was trying to please him, with an expressionless face.

"Do you know that there is a saying that has been circulating among the Jinwu Mercenary Group?"

Wen Zheng swallowed and looked nervous, "What are you talking about?"

Cheng Jin stood up and glanced at Wen Zheng with a calm expression.

“Baturu is going crazy, even the Tibetan Mastiff can’t stop him.”

After saying that, Cheng Jin turned to look at Zhou Yi and said in a low voice, "I'll go up and give you some water first."

Zhou Yi, who was sitting on the sofa, nodded slightly and said "Hmm"

Cheng Jin turned around and went upstairs

Now Wen Zheng knows that only Sister Yi can intercede on his behalf.

His wealth and life were all placed on Sister Yi alone.

Wen Zheng stood up from his seat and sat next to Zhou Yi.

Showing his worthless signature smile again, of course it was all nonsense here in Zhou Yi

Zhou Yi squinted her dark eyes, crossed her legs, looked at Wen Zheng, and slowly raised an evil corner of her lips.

"busy?"

Wen Zheng hurriedly said, "Sister Yi, we have been in this relationship for so many years. I have worked hard for you without any credit. I will work hard for you all my life. You also know that I am too weak. That strong man from Batulu could probably knock me away with just one slap. For the sake of our years of revolutionary love, Sister Yi, please save my life this time. If Batulu becomes crazy, you must You have to protect me."

In front of outsiders, Wen Zheng, who is gentle and calculating, is actually a complete comedian in front of Zhou Yi.

What's the use of having a face at this time? Saving one's life is the most important thing.

Zhou Yi put down the teacup in her hand and glanced at Wen Zheng leisurely. Then, she also stood up and put her hands in her pockets.

"I'm sorry. I'm relatively weak and timid. I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you, so I can do it on my own. Of course, I also suggest that you drink a few more bottles. It's a dead end anyway."

After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he ignored Wen Zheng who was stiff and turned around to go upstairs.

最后

Wen Zheng was the only one left in the living room, sitting alone on the sofa.