Mo Yan saw the smile on Lin Yao's face and couldn't help but glared at her and said:
"Weather forecasts are usually inaccurate. This kind of heavy rain won't last long."
"Then you guys sit down for a while and drink some water."
Fang Xiaole stood up to pour water for the three of them, and Lin Yao wanted to follow him when she saw him.
"You've been tired all day, sit down."
Fang Xiaole stopped Lin Yao, not wanting to keep her busy anymore.
"It's okay, I'm not tired."
Lin Yao turned her head and glanced at Mo Yan who was sitting on the sofa. Xiao Le showed a pitiful expression and said softly:
"I want to stay with you for a while, can I?"
Fang Xiaole's heart suddenly felt like it was hit by something, and his heartbeat seemed to stop for a moment. He stared at Lin Yao and nodded.
The two smiled at each other and walked into the kitchen together.
"Don't bother, I'll drink."
Mo Yan got angry when he saw the two of them being so affectionate, and said to Zhang Zhiqin:
"Don't we still have wine? Let's continue!"
Zhang Zhiqin spread her hands and said, "You've already finished the white wine and beer, where's the wine left?"
Mo Yan glared at him and took out two bottles of red wine from his pocket on the dining table.
Zhang Zhiqin covered his face helplessly. He had forgotten that he had bought two bottles of red wine when he went to the supermarket with Mo Yan just now.
"Why don't you go get the cup?"
Mo Yan glared at Zhang Zhiqin and said.
"oh oh."
At Mo Yan's command, this guy immediately jumped up from the sofa as if a needle had pricked his butt, and ran into the kitchen to get out a few red wine glasses.
"Sister Yan, why are you so mean to Planner Zhang? He's the nephew of the vice-president of Apple TV. Isn't this a bad idea?"
Fangfang worriedly reminded him softly.
Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, then he realized that for some reason, he couldn't help but lose his temper when facing Zhang Zhiqin.
Isn't this totally inconsistent with her usual style of always smiling when she sees others?
The strangest thing is that Zhang Zhiqin never gets angry. Instead, he looks like he is submissive and enjoys everything.
Forget it, forget it. After all, they are not your relatives. Why do you order them around like that?
Mo Yan realized that she did have a problem and immediately reflected on herself. When Zhang Zhiqin came out, she stood up and greeted her with a smile, taking the wine glass from her hand.
"Thank you for your help, Planner Zhang."
"Ah? Oh, no trouble, no trouble."
Zhang Zhiqin saw Mo Yan's polite smile and was unable to react for a moment, answering blankly.
Fangfang nodded repeatedly as she watched from the side. This is the Sister Yan I know.
Mo Yan opened a bottle of red wine with a corkscrew and asked Zhang Zhiqin with a smile, "Planning Manager Zhang, could you have some?"
"Ah?" Zhang Zhiqin didn't know why Mo Yan suddenly became so awkward, scratching his head and said:
"I won't drink, so you don't drink either."
Zhang Zhiqin paused and kindly advised:
"You drank white wine and beer today, and now you're drinking red wine too! You're already old, and drinking too much will make your bones brittle. It's easy to fall and lose your legs like last time."
"None of your business!" Mo Yan suddenly slammed the coffee table and glared at Zhang Zhiqin:
"I asked you if you want to drink?!"
"Drink, drink, drink." Zhang Zhiqin quickly picked up the wine glass in front of him with both hands and tremblingly handed it to Mo Yan.
Mo Yan's formal smile completely collapsed. With a sullen face, he poured wine for Zhang Zhiqin, put the bottle down heavily, then picked up his glass, clinked it with Zhang Zhiqin's, and drank it all in one gulp.
A drop of red liquid slid down from the corner of her mouth and slowly flowed into the towering collar, like a bright red and attractive mountain spring.
Zhang Zhiqin was so close that her eyes were almost staring.
Mo Yan finished his drink and looked down at the man's wretched gaze. He asked coldly:
"What are you looking at?"
"No, nothing, cheers, cheers, hehe."
Zhang Zhiqin was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly tilted her head back to finish the glass of red wine.
“Come again!”
Mo Yan glared at him fiercely, raised his hand to pull up his collar, and then poured another glass for himself and Zhang Zhiqin.
"Ah, come again? I really can't do it anymore!"
Zhang Zhiqin had a sad face.
"The silver-plated spear head looks good but is useless!"
Mo Yan glanced at him contemptuously, raised his head and drank the wine in his glass, then took Zhang Zhiqin's glass and drank it in one gulp.
"Sister Yan, what are you doing? Stop drinking!"
Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole walked out of the kitchen with tea and saw Mo Yan drinking two glasses of red wine in a row. After finishing them, he continued to pour himself some wine. She hurried over to stop Mo Yan.
"Sister Yan is already drunk, Fangfang, you didn't stop her."
Lin Yao supported Mo Yan and couldn't help but complain to Fangfang.
"How dare I stop you?"
Fangfang spread her hands in grievance.
"well!"
Lin Yao thought that it was because she was too willful that Sister Yan was in such a bad mood and had to drink to drown her sorrows. She sighed in self-blame.
"Let Sister Mo go to the master bedroom and rest for a while. You can leave after the rain stops."
Fang Xiaole said to Lin Yao.
"I want more!"
Mo Yan refused to do so, broke free from Lin Yao, and went to get the wine bottle again.
"Fangfang, come and help!"
“Here it comes!”
Lin Yao and Fang Fang finally subdued Mo Yan and took her to the master bedroom. Mo Yan was indeed a little dizzy and still wanted to struggle, so the two women had to continue to suppress her in the bedroom.
After a long time, using both soft and hard tactics, coaxing and begging, Mo Yan finally calmed down.
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