Chapter 739 "Your breath is quite bad."

Dong Tianhao moved closer to Liang Zhouheng and lowered his voice, "Brother Liang, do you think the one in the middle looks like my sister-in-law? I was stunned when I first saw her. They look exactly like each other, from their looks to their demeanor, as if they were cast from the same mold."

Liang Zhouheng raised his eyelids a little late. In fact, he noticed the girl when she walked over just now. At first glance, she did look somewhat similar to Song Cun.

The girl raised her eyes and met his, her face suddenly flushed.

Liang Zhouheng suddenly remembered that on the day Song Cun went to his company for an interview, her reaction was similar to this girl's when she saw him for the first time when she walked in.

Seeing this, Dong Tianhao immediately gave the girl an order, "Song Zixin, why don't you pour some wine for Mr. Liang?"

Liang Zhouheng's eyes paused. Even their surnames were the same.

He turned his head and glanced at Dong Tianhao, "Where did you find this person?"

Dong Tianhao answered irrelevantly, "Isn't it pretty good? I just found it based on your taste."

Liang Zhouheng's expression changed and he cursed, "You're just bored."

Song Zixin had already filled a glass of wine and handed it to him.

Liang Zhouheng raised his eyes and glanced at her again. She blushed and whispered, "Mr. Liang, your wine."

Liang Zhouheng lowered his eyes and didn't take the glass of wine. He leaned back on the sofa with an expressionless face, raised his lips and asked, "Student?"

Song Zixin looked flattered. She put down her wine glass and tentatively moved closer to him. The person who was originally sitting next to Liang Zhouheng saw this and quickly moved to the side. Song Zixin hesitated for a moment, then sat down next to him and nodded in response, "Yeah."

Liang Zhouheng: "How many times has this happened?"

The girl's eyebrows were startled, and she seemed to be stunned for a while.

Liang Zhouheng explained: "How many times have you come to a place like this?"

Song Zixin hesitated and replied, "First time."

Liang Zhouheng pursed his lips, a hint of coldness flashing across his eyes.

Song Zixin was nervous and sat next to him, her behavior not very natural. Dong Tianhao smiled and leaned close to his ear, whispering, "It couldn't be purer, very clean. If you like it, I'll arrange it for you tonight."

Liang Zhouheng was looking down at his phone. Song Cun didn't call him or send him any messages. He wondered if she was fully focused on making her PPT at the moment.

Hearing the sound, he slowly turned his head and scraped towards Dong Tianhao's face, which was greasy and smelled of alcohol, and said with disdain: "You have serious bad breath."

Dong Tianhao suddenly retracted his head, blew on the person next to him, and asked anxiously, "Does my mouth stink?"

The people around him smiled in silence. Dong Tianhao turned around a little late. Not only was he not angry, but he also said with a flattering smile: "Brother Liang, I know I was wrong. I have a stinky mouth. Okay, I understand what you mean. Then let's not do anything else and play a game, okay?"

Others on the side echoed: "Come on, come on, the game time has begun. The same old rules apply: three cups for each loss."

Liang Zhouheng stroked his cell phone and glanced at the time on the screen. It had been less than an hour since he came from Song Cun's house.

"Brother Liang, if you don't drink alcohol, then use juice instead."

Liang Zhouheng didn't even raise his eyes, and replied absentmindedly, "Sweet."

"How about strawberry juice? Fresh squeezed?"

He finally nodded.

"Brother Liang, things are different now that you're in a relationship. I remember you didn't like to eat any fruit before, right?"

Liang Zhouheng's eyebrows relaxed, and the curve of his lips was particularly beautiful. "I was forced to do it. I have no choice."

Song Cun likes to eat fruits. When they are together, she always likes to eat while feeding him, and it is hard to refuse such kindness.

She single-handedly changed his habits of more than twenty years.