The boss asked me to meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau

Song Bailian looked at the clear wine with an attractive aroma in the cup, and couldn't help swallowing.

Just take a sip, it's okay.

After a tug-of-war, Song Bailian stretched out her small hand, picked up the wine glass on the table, and took a sip.

"..."

It's really different from what she used to drink.

Song Bailian's eyes lit up, this was even better than before, it was very mellow in the mouth, after swallowing, there was still a trace of aroma in her mouth.

It happened that Uncle Chen brought their skewers over. Song Bailian glanced at the wine in the small pot and asked, "Uncle Chen, why does your wine taste different from the previous ones?"

Uncle Chen's eyes flickered, and he glanced at Di Moyu subconsciously, "I have improved the formula, and it hasn't been officially promoted yet. Let the regular customers in the store taste the taste first. If I think it's ok, I'll put on the menu again."

. "

That's right.

Making money is never easy, but there are always people working hard to make money.

"Uncle Chen, this wine tastes really good. It's very fragrant. Next time I come, I will definitely order a pot." Song Bailian immediately finished the wine in the glass when she was happy.

Uncle Chen didn't speak, just smiled.But no matter how long Song Bailian stayed on his face, he could see that Uncle Chen's smile was a little stiff and a little guilty.

"Then you guys drink first, I'm off to work, call me if you don't have enough." Uncle Chen, who was doing this deceitful thing for the first time, was afraid that if he stayed here for a second longer, he would reveal his secrets.

He just met a man in a neat suit before the meal. The man told him to cooperate in a play, and then gave him a bottle of wine, asking him to put the wine in a small jug at the right time, and give it to him.
Di Moyu and Song Bailian sent it, that's all.

The man in the suit even threatened him that if he didn't follow through, he wouldn't have to open his shop here, and he wouldn't have to stay in the imperial capital anymore.

Don't be helpless, he can only follow suit.

Sure enough, Di Moyu and Song Bailian came, and everything seemed to be guided by a script.

Before Chen Shu left, he took a look at Song Bailian and already apologized a thousand times in his heart.

Of course, Song Bailian didn't know about this.

The cup that she drank emptied just now, while she was talking, it was full again.

Song Bailian was taken aback for a moment, her already ruddy face seemed to turn even redder under the smudge of the heat on the table.Through that layer of fog, Song Bailian looked at Di Moyu opposite, and for a moment, she unexpectedly
I think he's so handsome.

It is not inferior to those little fresh meats under her lens.

And it's better to create a picture than to refine it.

Song Bailian was a little drunk.

She shook her head with blurred eyes, "I won't drink."

Subconsciously, if you drink again, something will happen.

Di Moyu pursed his lips and smiled captivatingly, "Okay."

As soon as the words fell, the glass of wine in front of Song Bailian was taken away, and it all entered Di Moyu's mouth.

Song Bailian watched anxiously, scratching her heart. Song Bailian had a habit that was normal, and that was when she was upset and in a bad mood, she liked to drink alcohol.

In the past, she would either pack something delicious and drink, and go back to her little den to drink until she passed out, or she would drink enough to let off steam with Su Liang's company.

In short, before she wanted to get drunk, she would eliminate all factors that were not good for her in advance.

Never get drunk outside alone, never get drunk in the presence of men.

But, today... Song Bailian didn't know what was wrong, she rushed up with an inexplicable anger in her heart, grabbed the small pot with her hands faster than her brain, and snatched her own cup.

Pour, drink, all in one go.

The corner of Di Moyu's mouth was slightly raised, just looking at her like an alcoholic, drinking the small pot to the bottom.

Ah.

Many years later, Song Bailian, who has become the emperor's wife, would curse her every time she quarreled with her husband, "Your emperor family's hearts are like a sieve."

The two of them just sat in the noisy environment, eating and drinking for more than an hour.

When it was over, Song Bailian didn't even have the consciousness to stand up and take two steps.

The whole person was lying limply on the table, holding a roasted vetch skin in his little hand.

As for Di Moyu, his eyes were clear, and he showed no sign of drunkenness at all, looking very profound.

"Lianlian?" Di Moyu had already sat beside Song Bailian, his big palm with well-defined joints rested on her shoulder, and patted her lightly a few times.

The other party just hummed a few times, then turned in a different direction and continued to lie on their stomachs.

drunk!

When Di Moyu supported Song Bailian to leave the food stall, Uncle Chen ran out worryingly and kept watching until they got into the car, and the waiter in the shop came to call him, and then he entered the room frowning.

This incident became a thorn in his heart.

To be honest, once you do something against your conscience, you will always be stuck in this emotion.

Over time, this physical and psychological nature is too much to bear.

As a result, when Song Bailian came back in the future, this food stall would be transferred to someone else.