He was about to speak when Yang Qingpi filled his glass again.

At this time, four people came over carrying a sheep.

Yang Qingpi hurriedly said: "The roasted whole lamb is ready, be careful...

Hey, Xiao Fu, you are lucky. The sheep's head is facing you, and so is its tail. Fourth Uncle, why are you hiding?

Why don't you give Xiao Fu a chance? "

The fourth uncle was a thin middle-aged man. He raised his glass and said, "Come on, Boss Fu, this is the rule here. The sheep's head and tail must be drunk.

Of course, you can do whatever you want after I finish drinking it."

As he spoke, he raised his glass low and drank it all in one gulp.

Fu Song looked at his full glass of pomegranate wine, then looked at his fourth uncle who had the bottom of the glass visible in front of him, and drank it in one gulp.

"good!"

There were cheers one after another, and then Yang Qingpi poured him another big glass.

Then everyone started to toast, and Fu Song was the main recipient of the toast.

As a result, before he knew it, there were five more wine bottles in front of him.

By the time Fu Song realized something was wrong, his head was already dizzy.

Looking at the faces in front of me with extremely sincere smiles, an idea arose in my mind.

Could it be that these guys are doing this on purpose again?

Because he found that everyone present toasted each other just for the sake of gesture.

But when it comes to myself, each one is more ferocious than the other.

Some people even had water in their glasses instead of wine, and toasted themselves several times.

Suddenly, Fu Song slapped his forehead.

Oh my god, I got fooled.

He, Zhang Jiuyue and Yang Qingpi made a lot of money in the Western market by selling melons, and they only got a little share. How could they not have any resentment?

It’s just that this resentment cannot be expressed directly, so it is all hidden at the wine table.

Thinking of this, Fu Song looked at Yang Qingpi, but found that he couldn't find anyone.

When he turned his head, he saw a figure lying under the table.

This person was holding a peach root knot, smiling foolishly and kissing a piece of soil madly. Who else could it be but Yang Qingpi?

I don’t know what he dreamed about, why his actions were so obscene?

Fu Song immediately took out his cell phone and recorded a video, ready to show it to him when the guy woke up.

He was looking forward to the other person's expression when he saw this scene.