After wearing the book, I hugged the strongest thigh

Chapter 187 Authentic Drinking Method
"That's right..." Gu Ying responded perfunctorily, and took another big mouthful. "He's cold on the outside and hot on the inside, you don't know, he is a person, how should I put it, he is really good when he is good, but sometimes he is very boring..."

Unreasonable, one-sided!

Also fierce chirping.

"Baby, what are you talking about?" A frivolous voice came from behind, and Han Yanting had come behind them at some point.

And Mo Qinfeng, he glanced at Gu Ying, his eyes were dim.

"This is a conversation between us women, and it has nothing to do with you." Ling Que smiled.

"What is it? Can I join too?" Han Yanting laughed. "Jingzhu is very boring, a few words will kill you, I need you to heal..."

After Han Yanting finished speaking, he opened his arms to hug Ling Que, but was pushed away by Ling Que in disgust: "Get lost."

"Since there are four of us, why are we drinking separately?" After Han Yanting finished speaking, he noticed the tequila in Ling Que's hand, and immediately snapped his fingers at the bartender: "Handsome guy, make me a drink too." Two shots of tequila."

Soon, two glasses of tequila were served.

And matching two small dishes of salt and lemon slices.

Mo Qinfeng walked to Gu Ying's side silently but naturally, and started to take salt.

This is the most basic way to drink Mexican agave. A lemon slice is sandwiched between two fingers, and then salt is sprinkled on the tiger's mouth. First, take a sip of the salt in the tiger's mouth, then drink a sip of agave, and then bite a lemon slice.

The whole practice must be done in one go to taste the beauty of tequila.

"Hey!" Han Yanting suddenly stopped Mo Qinfeng. "It's been so many years, who still drinks like this?"

After finishing speaking, Han Yanting smiled mysteriously, took Ling Que's hand directly, and sprinkled salt on her tiger's mouth.

Before Ling Que could react, Han Yanting had already lowered his head, licked it lightly, and licked the salt from Ling Que's tiger's mouth into his mouth.

Then drink and eat lemon, all in one go.

"It's delicious, as expected of Mexico's national wine." After taking a sip, Han Yanting seemed to be still savoring it, then leaned closer to Ling Que, and said with a low voice, "It tastes even better after being in the hands of my baby."

As for Ling Que, she seemed to have become accustomed to Han Yanting's hobbies and habits, and her face was expressionless.

After finishing speaking, Han Yanting looked at Mo Qinfeng again: "Can you drink the realm master?"

Mo Qinfeng just glanced at him indifferently, and gave him a look of "you are so boring", and didn't intend to pick up on him.

Seeing this, Han Yanting couldn't help feeling a little disappointed: "Feng, you really are a boring man."

"..." Hearing this sentence again, Mo Qinfeng frowned.

At this time, he seemed to have heard Gu Ying's very soft puffing sound behind him.

It was light, but he heard it.

She chatted with Ling Que just now and said he was boring, so he heard it.

He's boring?
Thinking of this, the anger in Mo Qinfeng's heart, which had been extinguished with difficulty, rose a little again. Maybe the glass of whiskey he drank just now had an effect. He put down the plate in his hand, and pulled Gu Ying to him.

Gu Ying was still holding back her laughter after listening to Han Yanting's complaints just now, but was suddenly pulled over by Mo Qinfeng.

She was still in a dazed state, she turned her head subconsciously, and gave Mo Qinfeng a blank look.

"Don't move." Mo Qinfeng said lightly.

A low voice came from behind, and Gu Ying trembled, she really didn't dare to move again, but she didn't know what Mo Qinfeng wanted to do, so she couldn't help feeling nervous.

Mo Qinfeng looked at Han Yanting indifferently, and picked up the plate of salt: "Han Yanting, today I will teach you how to drink tequila."

Han Yanting: (.-`ω-)!

Gu Ying suddenly had a bad feeling.

Mo Qinfeng touched Gu Ying's neck with his slightly cool fingers, and his fingertips stroked her shoulders and neck lightly back and forth for a while, making her itchy.

The next moment, Gu Ying only felt that something had landed on his neck.

This rough touch seems to be...

Salt!
(End of this chapter)