Lin Zhiyin has a large flat in Nanzhou, which is more than 300 square meters. It is a river view room and you can see the Langchuan River.
In the living room, four chefs had already prepared a table of food.
When he saw Lin Zhiyin coming back, he politely completed the handover and then left.
The dishes are very rich, and they are all the dishes that Chen Xian likes to eat.
"Would you like some red wine or white wine?" Lin Zhiyin asked.
Shen Xian said: "It's better to drink red wine. I get drunk when I drink white wine."
Lin Zhiyin nodded, opened a bottle of red wine, and first filled up Shen Xian’s glass: “Boss Shen, this glass is for you. If it weren’t for you, I would probably have a hard time turning over in my life!”
Last year, due to policy influences, Lin Zhiyin went bankrupt.
If it weren't for the book "My Son Wang Teng" that gave Lin Zhiyin the confidence, she might have been working in the Lin family's group now.
"It's a win-win situation for us." Shen Xian said.
After drinking a bottle of red wine, Shen Xian shook his dizzy head.
Who says red wine isn’t intoxicating?
Drinking too much makes you feel uncomfortable!
Moreover, it has a strong aftereffect!
Consciousness is gradually sinking.
“Xiao Shen, take a shower first.” Lin Zhiyin came to the side of Chen Xian and spoke softly without calling him Mr. Shen.
Shen Xian shook his head: "I have to go back..."
Can the model that is in your mouth still fly away?
Lin Zhiyin chuckled, helped Chen Xian into the bathroom, and tremblingly took off Chen Xian's clothes.
When Chen Xian woke up, he was naturally very sad and angry.
But there is no way.
…
Early the next morning, Chen Xian flew to Chuancheng to officially participate in the battle for orthodoxy!
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