That flirtatious slut is damn sweet

The two of them couldn't say anything, so they followed Zhang Bo to the main table.

Mo Jinhuai raised his eyebrows when he saw Qiao Jiao approaching.

Zhang Bo stuffed a glass of red wine into Qiao Jiao's hand, and pushed him: "Go, Mr. Ling Mo toast, remember to finish it all in one gulp!"

Qiao Jiao looked down at the liquid in the glass.

— It’s just a glass of red. He can drink, so there shouldn’t be any problem if he drank it all.

But... when he saw red wine, he remembered the bad memory of being drunk by Mo Jinyu last time, which made him not want to drink it very much.

Zhang Bo didn't care what Qiao Jiao was thinking, and nodded and bowed to Mo Jinhuai with a straight face, "Mr. Mo, Qiao Jiao from our hospital came to give you a toast. If he kills him, you can do whatever you want, haha, whatever you want."

Mo Jinhuai was expressionless and didn't even give Zhang Bo a sideways look.

He stared at Qiao Jiao, and slowly rubbed the base of the wine glass on the table with his thumb: "Student Qiao doesn't seem to want to drink with me."

"No, no, how is this possible? How many people wish for a toast to you!" Zhang Bo winked at Qiao Jiao desperately as he spoke, wishing he could just pour the wine down Qiao Jiao's throat.

With so many people around, Qiao Jiao really couldn't lose face to Mo Jinhuai on this occasion, so he picked up the glass and wanted to drink.

But a hand suddenly reached out to cover the mouth of the cup.

Qiao Jiao turned her head to look, and it turned out to be Fu Zhe.

"Doctor Fu?" Qiao Jiao was surprised.

Fu Zhe took Qiao Jiao's wine glass: "You have a bad stomach, so you can't drink."

Ever since Zhang Bo dragged Qiao Jiao over to toast, Fu Zhe was very uncomfortable. Seeing that Qiao Jiao really wanted to drink, he simply stood up to stop him.

He knew Qiao Jiao's physical condition very well. He looked healthy, but he was actually not. Xiao Jiao's stomach was not good, and no matter how low the alcohol was, it would burn his stomach.

Qiao Jiao was puzzled: "Why did Doctor Fu come to the party?"

The party is only inside the crew, and it's a private club where people from outside can't even come in, let alone sit at the main table.

Seeing that Qiao Jiao not only ignored President Mo, but even left him alone, Zhang Bo started chatting with Dr. Fu from the school hospital, causing him a terrible headache.

Dean Zhang hated iron and steel and thought to himself: This student is really inversely proportional to his appearance and EQ!Didn't you see that Mr. Mo's face has turned dark?

He quickly intervened between Qiao Jiao and Fu Zhe: "Doctor Fu was invited to be in charge of the medical work during the filming of the film crew." After speaking, he quickly poured Qiao Jiao a glass of wine and urged, "Hurry up, Mr. Mo is still waiting." And you!"

Qiao Jiao shrugged, and raised the cup in Mo Jinhuai's direction: "Mr. Mo, thank you for taking care of us today, respect... [Yeah?"

The glass was snatched away before he finished speaking, Qiao Jiao turned his head and saw Dr. Fu drank the red wine with his neck up.

Fu Zhe put down his glass, probably because he drank too quickly, his face flushed a little, and his gold-rimmed glasses were covered with mist: "I'll drink for him."

"Oh?" Mo Jinhuai shook the wine glass in his hand calmly, "Why do you?"

Fu Zhe choked when he asked this question.

Yes, why should he?Who is Qiao Jiao's?

"...Since I am his attending physician, I know that his physical condition is not suitable for drinking." He found a reason with great difficulty.

"Oh, it's just the attending physician..."

Mo Jinhuai raised his eyelids, and looked at Fu Zhe provocatively: "But what should I do? I'm his boss...uh..."

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was blocked by a crystal crab roe bun.

It was still a boy who grabbed it directly with his hands.

Mo Jinhuai: "..."

Zhang Bo was so frightened that he was about to faint.

Mo Jinhuai turned to Qiao Jiao with a flattering smile, and the man's flames were suppressed by most of it. He couldn't bear to scold him, so he suppressed his temper and chomped on the crab roe bun.

Qiao Jiao also had no choice, if he didn't take any action, Mo Jinhuai would say that he was her husband in public!

Then how will he hang out in the crew in the future?How do you mess around in the circle? !

I'm afraid it will be on the headlines tomorrow, so he has already thought up the title for himself.

——[The newly promoted [-]th-line fresh meat has an amazing background, and her husband is actually him! 】

Mo Jinhuai chewed and chewed, and found a hint of sweetness from the crystal bag.

The little thing hurriedly stuffed his mouth with food, just like a shy little daughter-in-law.

Thinking about it this way, the president of Mo Da, Long Xin, was so happy that he didn't even bother to argue with Fu Zhe anymore.

Looking at Fu Zhe, there was a sense of ostentatious superiority in his eyes: I have Jiaojiao's buns, do you have them?Ah, you have nothing!

It's just that in the future, it would be better if Jiaojiao is willing to use other things to plug his mouth.

Mo Jinhuai's gaze involuntarily moved to the boy's pink lips.

Because of the boy's bad deed just now, the corners of the boy's mouth still had a sly arc, and his round and full lips were slightly raised, making him want to take a bite just looking at it...

Toast...

If you use this small mouth to wrap the wine and pass it to him, no matter how many glasses it is, he can drink it down...

Being stared at by Mo Jinhuai, Qiao Jiao touched her mouth subconsciously: "Why, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of a good way to toast," the man said inexplicably, "Next time, you can try it."

Qiao Jiao: "???" Why does the back feel a little hairy?

Before he had time to think about it, Mo Jinhuai grabbed his hand and pulled him to the chair beside him: "Sit here."

Zhang Bo also said, "Yes, yes, everyone is here, student Qiao, you sit next to Mr. Mo and take good care of Mr. Mo."

These words clearly sounded like serving Mr. Mo well...

Qiao Jiao didn't care too much, just sat down on the chair with his buttocks twisted, and generously picked up the chopsticks and picked up a shrimp for Mo Jinhuai: "Mr. Mo, eat more of your favorite shrimp."

Mo Jinhuai let out a meaningful chuckle, and looked up at Fu Zhe provocatively, before pushing the bowl towards Qiao Jiao: "Peel it off for me."

"..." Your leg is broken, but your hand is still intact!

Qiao Jiao could only think about it, but didn't dare to say it, and obediently held a small bowl to help the dead man peel the shrimp.

Everyone present at the main table looked at the two of them and couldn't help but have doubts: How did this little boy know that President Mo Da likes to eat shrimp?

Only the old god director sipped his wine, as if he knew it by heart.

Fu Zhe watched the interaction between the two, and squeezed the empty wine glass in his hand.

Qiao Jiao's smile, Qiao Jiao's pouting and frowning were all aimed at Mo Jinhuai, and he was just a ridiculous background board.

Fu Zhe suddenly discovered something - it turned out that Xiao Jiao was willing.

In the past, Qiao Jiao was always hurt by Mo Jinhuai. He always thought that the boy was forced, but in fact...it was clearly his own sentimentality and troublesomeness.

The drink just now had a bit of stamina, and Fu Zhe felt his brain congested and uncomfortable.

"Doctor Fu..." A pair of small hands held his arm.

He followed those hands and looked up.

...is a "little light bulb".

Heh, in front of others, he is also a "big light bulb". Speaking of which, a "small light bulb" is quite a good match with him...

Fu Zhe smiled wryly.

From the moment Lin Shuyi saw Fu Zhe, his eyes were in a dull state, as if he was stimulated by something radiant. His beautiful eyes could not even blink, let alone talk.

He stayed by the side for a while, seeing Fu Zhe's body swaying, and then mustered up the courage to come up to help him.

Fu Zhe pushed away Lin Shuyi's hand and sat down in his original position.

Lin Shuyi had no place to sit, so he grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands and stood beside him helplessly. He didn't want to go back to the original table, he just wanted to stay by Dr. Fu's side.

Fu Zhe was still feeling awkward. The two people across the table, you and me, didn't have the energy to talk to Lin Shuyi, as if they couldn't see him.

With great difficulty, Qiao Jiao helped Mo Jinhuai peel another shrimp. When he raised his face, he saw that his little friend had no place to sit or anything to eat like a poor child.

He tugged on La Mojinhuai's sleeve.

The man nodded. He also wanted to help Lin Shuyi get rid of Fu Zhe quickly. Thinking about the way Fu Zhe acted as a black knight for Qiao Jiao just now, he was not happy.

President Mo pointed at the waiter.

After a while, Young Master Lin sat down beside Dr. Fu contentedly.

He could feel the low air pressure emanating from the other party's body, so he obediently sat beside him without making a sound, even restrained his eating movements, and only took small sips of soup.

Lin Shuyi couldn't help but be thankful for the chicken wing he gnawed off earlier, otherwise he would definitely be hungry now.

Qiao Jiao was next to Mo Jinhuai, so naturally no one dared to strike up a conversation.

But Lin Shuyi was different, Fu Zhe didn't care about him, he just ate alone, and soon the people beside him couldn't sit still.

Zhang Bo brought people here to help himself, and Qiao Jiao had already placed beside Mo Boss, which made him feel at ease.

But how did this Lin Shuyi get to the school doctor?a waste of resource!

He rolled his sneaky eyes and saw a familiar face.

There is a middle-aged investor here, who he had "received" with someone before, and he likes to play with little boys, especially Lin Shuyi, who is white, tender and ignorant of the world.

He walked over and whispered a few words to the middle-aged investor, and a wretched smile appeared on the man's face immediately.

In fact, this person has already taken a fancy to Lin Shuyi, but because there is someone next to the little boy who is too afraid to make a move. He knows that the other party is just a school doctor, and the middle-aged investor has become more courageous.

Now that he had drunk three rounds, he stood up unsteadily, holding on to the glass, and came over to strike up a conversation with Lin Shuyi.

Lin Shuyi shook his hand at the cup full of white wine being pushed in front of him: "Sorry, sorry, I don't know how to drink."

"Little classmate, this is disrespecting me."

The alcohol-smelling tone of the middle-aged investor almost made Lin Shuyi faint.

Lin Shuyi explained embarrassingly: "No, no, I really don't know how to drink, I, I will get drunk if I drink a little."

The middle-aged investor got excited and thought to himself: Little Nen Ya, it’s only good if you get drunk!

So it was even more semi-forced to ask Lin Shuyi to drink with him.

Qiao Jiao sat directly opposite, how could he watch his little friend being bullied, and was about to stand up as soon as he slapped his chopsticks, but was grabbed by Mo Jinhuai.

"Don't worry, let's have a look again." The man unhurriedly ate the shrimp butt that Qiao Jiao had just peeled for him.

Qiao Jiao came up in a hurry, and said in a low voice, "This is none of your business, is it?"

Mo Jinhuai shook his head: "You have to give Fu Zhe a chance to perform."

"what?"

Before Qiao Jiao could react, she heard a "pop" on the other end.

Turning around to look, the always gentle Doctor Fu stood up sullenly, almost two heads taller than the middle-aged investor.

The wine glass was smashed to the ground, and the wine spilled all over the investor, while Lin Shuyi was pulled behind him.

Fu Zhe moved his neck: "Do you still want to drink?"

The middle-aged investor swore that he saw murderous intent in the eyes of the doctor who saved lives and healed the wounded...