Dear Mr. Shi

One dice has three points, one dice has four points, and the two add up to seven points!

Han Qianqian smiled triumphantly.

She picked up her dice cup with a "pop!" and then shook it "clap". She didn't know how many times she shook it. Then she put it down gently, took a deep breath, and then lifted the lid of the dice with a little shaking. , But after seeing the dice points inside, the smile on his face disappeared.

"A total of five points, Miss Han, you lost!" Li Qianze looked at her and smiled.

Han Qianqian turned her head and glared at Li Qianze suddenly, "Who said I lost and won in three sets, don't you know?"

As she said, she picked up the bottle of Vsop on the table, poured a full glass with the wine glass, and drank it boldly. After drinking, she also hiccuped, "I lost this, continue! This time! I'll come first!"

Putting down the sprinkling cup, she picked up the dice cup and shook it.

Song Qinghuan was a little apprehensive, with various ups and downs in his heart, and glanced at Shi Yuhan next to him.

He sat lazily on his back in the chair, his slender fingers pinched the white and wine glass, shaking the golden liquid in the glass for a while, the light from the corner of his eyes cast on her carelessly, with a lethal expression. The danger of life is like a warning, a threat, and a joke of life.

At this moment, apart from wanting to explode, she only has another idea, she really wants to end it quickly, and she wants to flash people quickly.

After shaking a few times, Han Qianqian put the dice cup on the table, then gritted her teeth and opened her dice cover. The numbers on it made her exclaimed and laughed: "Haha, eleven o'clock!"

Song Qinghuan glanced at her, picked up her dice cup and shook it gently, thinking that it would be a big deal to lose, wouldn't there be another chance? !

Unexpectedly, she really lost, and she actually shook her eight points, despising her own crow psychology, she shouldn't be so passive and want to lose, she must want to win! !

Han Qianqian laughed so loudly: "Aha, I won, quickly give me this cup! Go on for the third one!"

Feeling that she was always running, she poured a glass of wine and placed it in front of Song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan frowned, she didn't know how to drink, and the wine was not good, she didn't want to drink.

Biting her lip, she was about to say that I was not drinking, when her warm palm suddenly clasped her wrist.

Song Qinghuan's body stiffened slightly, and she didn't need to look down to see who was holding her hand. She turned to look at Shi Yuhan next to her, flushing with anger.

I wanted to slap the table, and punched him again, shouting: I quit!

But no, she must join the Times Group.

After taking a few deep breaths, Song Qinghuan compromised and picked up the glass with his other hand.

Looking at the turbid liquid in the glass and smelling the strong alcohol odor from the liquid, she closed her eyes, raised her head, and drank the wine.

The alcohol plunged into the throat like a small thorn, hot and flowing into the body, and the stomach burned as if someone had been poured with sulfuric acid.

When she put down the wine glass, her wine spirit immediately diverged, and her cheeks were red as blood as dizzy.