[Quick Transmigration] A cookie for you

"Tsk, Mr. Ning, your face is really big enough."

"It's not as good as Boss Yan."

"Tch." After Yan Lu held up the goblet and smiled at Ning Zheng, he didn't make any response to the question of "who has the bigger face".He directly and slowly sat down on an empty sofa for one person, and said, "What are you talking about just now so funny? Why don't you just say it to make me happy?"

"Hahaha! So it's Mr. Yan! We were talking about you just now."

"Yes, Mr. Zhang said that you are a young talent who can hold up half the sky. We all think what he said is very reasonable."

"Really?" Yan Lu has always admired these people's ability to tell nonsense without changing their faces.Of course, he didn't think there was anything wrong with this, because he was such a person himself.

Therefore, even if the words they had arranged behind their back just now fell into his ears without falling into his ears, he could still pretend to believe what they were saying now.Not only convinced, but also pretending to be enthusiastic about participating in their discussions.

From now until the end, Ning Zheng just sat on the sidelines, watching the play with great enjoyment.He was not a talkative person in the first place, and was worried about how to get rid of them. Now seeing the Lord came, he was happy to be an audience.It just so happened that his stomach ailment was not healed, and there was such a humanoid target in front of him, so why not do it for fun?

Because Ning Zheng calculated that according to what they said, the next step would be to toast himself in turn.

That's really bad.

For the first time, he felt how pleasing Yan Lu looked.

At this time, Yan Lu had already talked with others about the country's economic situation, to the popular little fresh meat, and began to talk about time-honored brands from the oil painting exhibition, which completely changed the view of the group of people who were doing it.

Less than half an hour had passed, and the "Mr. Yan" had already been yelled with sincerity.

"Mr. Yan! It's a kind of fate that we sit here. I offer you a toast."

"Please." When Yan Lu was drinking with others, he was quite cheerful. After saying that, he didn't care about other people's reactions, so he directly picked up the glass and drank it down.Not surprisingly, of course, it won the applause of the whole house.

I just don't know why, after he finished drinking, he deliberately licked his lips, but his eyes kept aiming at... Ning Zheng's lips, it seemed that there was something provocative inside.

"Mr. Ning, your lips are a little white, and you don't feel well?" He asked knowingly, trying to trick Ning Zheng.

Of course Ning Zheng wouldn't be fooled by him, so he replied slowly, "Really? It's the lighting problem."

In the corner where they were sitting, the light from the chandelier above seemed to be too white.No one doubted what he said at all.

"So that's the case. If you don't mind, I'll toast you."

"From the beginning."

"Ok?"

"What is your reason for respecting me?"

"Ah..." Yan Lu pretended to be suddenly enlightened, "Then let's respect our youthful years that have passed away."

As soon as he said this, Ning Zheng heard a few low laughs from around him.This is Yan Lu's style.

OK, done.

Ning Zheng secretly weighed his body that should be scrapped if he tried again, and finally decided to drink this cup.But when he picked up the wine glass and was about to pour it into his mouth, he was blocked by a hand inserted diagonally.

"President Yan, what advice do you have?"

"If you don't mind, I want to try the taste of President Ning's glass of wine."