wine is character

Sure enough, as soon as he took a sip, a spicy smell rushed into his mouth and nose, and his eyes were instantly reddened. The mustard that irritated his five senses really made it difficult for him to maintain his composure. shed tears.

"Qingfeng, what's wrong with you?" Tian Chen wanted to take away the bowl of porridge, but Qingfeng dodged it. "It's okay, you go back first, I'm fine."

"But you..."

"Don't you have a tight schedule? Go back first, it's troublesome to be photographed by paparazzi."

After Tian Chen left, Tan Qingfeng was completely liberated. He took out a tissue and covered his mouth and nose, tears streaming down his face, and he felt hot.

But he still finished the bowl of porridge in pain, but this time he complained, "This is how much mustard was put in to kill me." It seems that he can still imagine the good mood when he put mustard.

After finally finishing a bowl of porridge, I remembered that there was still a bowl next to it, but it looked cold.

Open the lid, and the things inside look much richer. There are minced preserved eggs, egg flowers, sausages, corn kernels, and vegetable floss.I tasted it again, and it tasted much more delicious, although it was not enough to dilute the strong mustard spiciness.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but he felt a little guilty after thinking that it might be a prank, so he prepared another bowl, although it wasn't necessarily specially cooked for him, maybe it was just for himself as a supper.

Musu was very angry, but he was also in a good mood. After returning home, he ticked and clicked on today's date. It was barely signed in, but his behavior was very bad.

Staring at the calendar in a daze, thinking of Tan Qingfeng taking a sip of the porridge with mustard, tears streaming down his face, he wanted to laugh, but he also regretted that he did it too early, and should wait until the next time he comes to the store in person. Let's see if he can keep his composure.

"What's on your calendar? It's crossed." Lee's head suddenly popped out from his shoulder, and Mu Su almost poked it with a marker pen in fright. "You still don't sleep after drinking?"

"What's your half tick?" Lee put his hand on the calendar, and Mu Su explained solemnly, "The tick means I'm in a bad mood today."

"Chacha means you are in a good mood?" Lee felt that Musu seemed to be thinking more and more difficult to understand recently. "Half a tick is half good and half bad?"

Mu Su said bluntly, "It's because I'm in a particularly good mood today, but I'm in a bad mood because of a bad incident."

"It seems that you are right to choose to leave the entertainment industry. Your thinking logic is different from ordinary people. It is really easy to confuse the media and fans." Lee couldn't help sighing, and threw another towel on Musu's head "The hot water is ready, go take a bath quickly, the water heater will be bright when it heats up."

Musu saw that Lee was about to leave to go to sleep, but suddenly stopped him and asked a question that was not transferred to Tianji, "Doesn't the company deduct wages when artists ask for leave?"

Lee is extremely intelligent, and you can tell who he is talking about when you hear it. Fried chicken."

"But I used to ask for leave to visit you when you were sick, and I was scolded terribly. Isn't this an industry rule?" Mu Su's focus was a bit surprising, and he was very unwilling to let go of Lee's clothes look.

Lee rubbed his freshly washed hair, "Because flattery is not suitable for you, usually people you don't know well, we are too familiar so we are not in the area."

On the third day after talking about Qingfeng disease, he started to be busy again. The entire meeting room was full of people, and the veteran Zheng Shu sat on one side. There were so many people but it was strangely quiet.

"Qingfeng, that Xu Dajun didn't come here very well. He used to have a good personal relationship with Mrs. Tan, but this time he suddenly showed his hospitality. This kind of villain has to be guarded against." Uncle Zheng turned his head slightly and whispered beside Tan Qingfeng. It's not up to him, an old man who has been through the rivers and lakes, to watch over him and keep secretly observing for him which ones are enemies and which ones are friends.

"Yeah." Although Tan Qingfeng felt okay, but when he first arrived, the pressure from the enemy was still fresh in his memory.

The meeting lasted until midnight, and after the meeting ended, a man with a big belly and slightly bald head came to meet him. This man was Xu Dajun who was first mentioned by Uncle Zheng.

"Qingfeng, it's true that the waves behind the Yangtze River are pushing the waves ahead. It seems that Uncle Xu is about to give way to young people." Although he said so, Tan Qingfeng felt a sense of being turned against customers, but he still stood up and responded, "Xu Uncle's remarks just now really taught Qingfeng a few more tricks, but you are humble when it comes to talent."

"It's still early, why don't our uncles and nephews have a drink." Maybe there are many people waiting for this drink, or maybe they want to give Tan Qingfeng a blow.

Walking into the private room, as expected, several "seniors" were waiting for him. The girl next to him seemed to be leaning slightly against those people. Qingfeng only showed a formulaic smile and greeted him without drinking any alcohol. The place is not neat. Who has touched the wine that is not under my nose.

Those people lost their usual appearance, and instead treated Qingfeng with a kind of contempt, although it was very subtle.

"Qingfeng, you are so restrained. I think your elder brother has never been so arrogant when he talked about Ling." One of the men with a fat belly and only one pair of shrewd eyes grinned loudly, as if he was a little bit over his head. , actually interpreted Qingfeng's behavior as arrogance.

Sure enough, they tried to provoke him with Tan Lingyu again, the corner of Qingfeng's mouth suddenly turned cold, even though he still maintained a gentle surface.

"Oh? I don't know how he usually is, but Qingfeng really needs to study hard." The last two words were slightly accentuated by gritted teeth.

"Sure enough, this person's growth needs an environment, otherwise the civet cat would still be a civet cat after becoming a prince." Xu Dajun looked quite protective of Qingfeng on the surface, but he never stopped other people's sarcasm, and Qingfeng listened to those cynicism calmly.

At this time, another person laughed and said, "Tan Ling, this child...some things are really embarrassing."

Hearing what they said seemed to be almost done, Qingfeng got up and pulled his suit, maintaining his existing demeanor, picked up the goblet in front of him and walked in front of Xu Dajun, who had always been hypocritical. The corner of his mouth turned to that person, and he toasted politely, "Qingfeng is still young, and I hope that uncle will give more advice in the future. After all, he is old and should not be underestimated. By the way, Uncle Xu has heard that the cornerstones of Naihe Bridge are all stubborn The souls of people, so some stubborn people, uncle, just wait and see how they become stepping stones under my bridge."

He raised his head and drank it all. The crystal goblet was not thrown away casually, but was put on the coffee table in a well-mannered manner, and he closed his clothes and turned to leave. Fan's words were too straightforward, and he unexpectedly failed to recover.

Tan Qingfeng walked out of the clubhouse refreshed, stopped a car and left.