Host, You're Targeted

On the night of the finals, Qin Dawen waved his hand and invited him to dinner.

All the people from the pol club in Lvcheng participated in the celebration banquet. A group of people ate and chatted noisily. The dinner lasted from 5:00 p.m. to 6:30 p.m., and they stopped chopsticks.

"Coach!" Looking forward to holding the bottle shaking shaking table to stand up, "we want to continue! Go to the bar! Keep the waves

Yu Hai knew that these people would either go to KTV or go to the bar after dinner. They didn't drink much wine on purpose, so they were waiting for this sentence!

"Go Pol today won a national champion, Yu Hai was happy, immediately took out his mobile phone to dial a phone out, "I'll charter for you! Have a good time today

Everyone immediately applauded and cheered. Yu Hai's phone was also connected. He waved to show everyone to be quiet. He raised his voice and called to his mobile phone: "Hello! Old song! We won the championship today. We will go to your side next time. You can reserve a place for me

Song Xiang is tying up his apron. When he hears the roar of Yu Hai, he is very glad that he didn't put his mobile phone to his ear, but opened it with hands-free.

"Good! I'll give you a discount. "

Yu Hai called out again. He didn't care what song Xiang said there. He immediately stood on the stool, waved to everyone and yelled: "everybody! Go! Coach takes you to drink! Ono! Lead the way! Let's walk

Song Zhiye was still eating meatballs when he was named by Yu Hai. His cheeks on both sides of his mouth were constantly agitated by his chewing. When he looked up at Yu Hai standing on the stool, he looked like a puffer fish.

Xu Qingdu put down his chopsticks and pulled a napkin to wipe his hands. Looking at Song Zhiye's expression, he laughed.

Song Zhiye is like a student in a daze in class who is called up by the teacher to answer questions. He has no emotion in his big empty eyes, and he is stupid.

"Ah? Oh. " Song Zhiye took a ball to eat again, "OK, clean it up, I'll lead the way."

Hearing song Zhiye say so, everyone began to pack up their personal belongings excitedly.

Xu Qingdu stuffed his cell phone into his backpack and found that song Zhiye was still eating.

"Brother, take the chopsticks!"

Song Zhiye pinches out the last ball in the bowl. Hearing Xu Qingdu's words, he turns his head and looks at him. He quickly eats the ball and goes to pick out the last ball in the dish. When Xu Qingdu looks at him with a smile, he pinches his face and puts it into his mouth.

"Try it. It's delicious."

Xu Qingdu took two bites of the meatballs and licked the remaining sauce on his lower lip in Song Zhiye's expectant eyes.

"Well." Xu Qingdu nodded and looked at Song Zhiye's chopsticks. "It's very delicious."

Song Zhiye almost shook his hand and dropped his chopsticks. He swallowed the ball in his mouth with difficulty. As soon as he was about to let Xu Qingdu pay attention to some influence, he was suddenly slapped in the back of the head.

"Song Zhiye!" Yu Hai is also a bit drunk, carrying a small yellow duck's waist fork waist, maliciously staring at Song Zhiye, "lead the way! Still eating? "

"Let's go, brother. Don't eat."

Xu Qingdu stood up with a smile and stuffed song Zhiye's things into his backpack. He took his mobile phone and put two paper towels into his hand. He pulled him out of the box.

Yu Hai followed them, looking at their backs and sighing.

Xu Qingdu is a younger brother. How can he be more sensible than the magistrate of Song Dynasty? How does song Zhiye look like a fool?