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Less than twenty minutes ago.

Zhang Xiaojian and Xu Zhiming were still sitting in a one and a half dilapidated hut.

Now they are sitting in the top suites of the luxuriously decorated hotel with more than 400 square meters.

Less than twenty minutes ago.

The dining table is a little small, and I have too many dishes.

Now not only is the dining table big enough, it is also full of top-notch ingredients that Xu Zhiming has never seen in his life.

Less than twenty minutes ago.

The two were drinking two pieces of snowflakes in a bottle.

Now there are special Moutai and Wuliangye on the table.

Of course, the most important thing is that Xu Zhiming thought that Zhang Xiaojian was bragging less than twenty minutes ago, but now it seems that it is really not bragging.

Although there are no service staff in the room and there is no such a big pomp, Xu Zhiming can't even think of the price here.

There is no service staff because not only Zhang Xiaojian does not like to hug behind, but Bai Yang and Gao Qingsong do not like either.

Brothers and a few have a shabu-shabu together, and a lot of service staff standing next to them are uncomfortable even chatting.

So Bai Yang and Gao Qingsong were the only ones in the suite. They didn't welcome Zhang Xiaojian when they opened the door. They were too familiar. They stood up after seeing Xu Zhiming next to Zhang Xiaojian because they were unfamiliar.

Zhang Xiaojian introduced: "My cousin Xu Zhiming."

"This Gao Qingsong, this Bai Yang, my good friend."

The three smiled at each other, then shook their hands lightly.

Xu Zhi is obviously a bit cautious, because the suite in front of him is too spacious and the decoration is too luxurious. It is the most inconspicuous-looking copper-shabu-shabu in the hot pot restaurant on the table. It looks particularly good now, and it should also be extra expensive...

Zhang Xiaojian said to Xu Zhiming cautiously: "Cousin, you are from your own family, you are welcome."

Xu Zhiming smiled, and then glanced at the night view of the river city that can be seen through the huge French windows. He looked towards his home, but he didn't find the old broken building.

Bai Yang saw the crowd, and began to eat the mutton, and immediately fragrant from the boiling copper pot.

"No, you two have finished drinking this?" Gao Qingsong asked.

Zhang Xiaojian nodded: "I didn't drink a few."

Gao Qingsong asked again: "White beer?"

"Beer."

Hearing this answer, Gao Qingsong looked at Xu Zhiming and asked, "Cousin, can you just mix it up? No, I can give you some beer."

Xu Zhiming nodded subconsciously. After nodding, he regretted. Watching Gao Qingsong pour him a glass of white wine, he remembered the end of the last time he mixed with white beer...

Zhang Xiaojian picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of mutton. He found that his cousin took a sip of white wine as if he was trying something. He immediately said: "Cousin, don't drink in a hurry. Eat some meat first."

Uh?

Why is this so familiar?

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Xu Zhiming is not the kind of self-acquaintance.

But alcohol can always make shy people cheerful.

With a cup of two halves of Maotai, Xu Zhiming is not so cheerful, but he is much more comfortable, but he still feels a little out of place.

This kind of incompatibility is not because Bai Yang and Gao Qingsong are not enthusiastic towards him. In fact, these two young people who look about the same age as Zhang Xiaojian treat him very enthusiastically.

Just because of the drastic changes in the environment, he still needs to adapt.

Zhang Xiaojian took a sip of the white wine at this time and asked, "By the way, Qingsong, the one named Liu Mei, what the hell is that?"

Gao Qingsong's chopsticks caught a piece of greens, and he obviously asked without surprise: "Did she recruit you?"

Zhang Xiaojian nodded: "When I went to my cousin's house in the afternoon, I was blocked in the underground garage. With this reaction, at this speed, let's just smoke a cigarette upstairs."

Gao Qingsong smiled and said, "Liu Mei has a small amount of shares in many companies, and his career is Ning Yuan's socialite. It's no surprise to find you."

"Social flower?" Zhang Xiaojian felt that these three words should be included in the domestic drama.

Gao Qingsong preached: "Let me just say that, "Social Flower, let's talk about it. It doesn't sound good to speak outside, but it is true that socializing is a daily necessity in her world, just like work."

When Bai Yang heard this, he remembered what Liu Mei looked like, and he couldn't help but sighed: "Young woman, young woman, soaring through the clouds."

Gao Qingsong gave Lao Bai a roll of eyes: "If you can't touch her, she's old oil, the more you ignore her, she will get closer and closer to you. The moment you want to get closer to her, you will immediately keep a safe distance from you. "

Zhang Xiaojian nodded clearly.

Gao Qingsong said: "It is estimated that I want to have a relationship with you. After all, Shenke will depend on your face in the future."

As he said, he added: "The traffic jam is a bit urgent. That's because she has a good relationship with Zhou Chengfu. She has been standing next to Zhou Chengfu before. Contacting you is afraid to talk about him. After all, Lao Zhou's The shares are now worthless."

Zhang Xiaojian frowned and said, "But when I shook hands with her before, she grabbed the palm of my hand."

Gao Qingsong's chopsticks freeze in midair.

Bai Yang's eyes widened, thinking what's the trick?

Gao Qingsong frowned and analyzed rationally: "A woman like her would normally not use this method. This is not reconciled. She wants to turn over. Remember, Xiaojian, don't touch her."

Zhang Xiaojian said: "Don't make trouble, can I touch her, I only have my pig in my heart."

"It's too much to sprinkle dog food." Bai Yang took a sip of white wine.

Gao Qingsong said seriously: "I really can't tell about this, Liu Mei is too old."

Zhang Xiaojian: "Don't talk, come and drink."

Gao Qingsong feels that his warning is not enough: "Wait for drinking, it’s not annoying, don’t look at yourself too high, sir, this thing is like a steering wheel, as long as it is held, it is for a woman like Liu Mei. Then drive there."

Zhang Xiaojian: "..."

"You can say this kind of shame?" Bai Yang looked at Gao Qingsong in surprise.

Gao Qingsong stretched out his hands, wondering where this is, "Why don't you have a paragraph?"

Bai Yang thought for a while, and stretched out a fist to gesture: "That woman is like sand. The more you want to clen it, the more you can't hold it, but the rate of loss will be faster."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Xiaojian asked back.

Bai Yang coughed: "But, you just need to get the sand wet, and you can put it in whatever shape you want, and whatever pose you want."

Zhang Xiaojian: "Puff."

Gao Qingsong held his forehead: "No, I'm serious, how come to you..."

"Didn't you let me come for a while."

"How did you learn this paragraph?"

"I can see the pictures on the Internet..."

Zhang Xiaojian quickly interrupted the two teasing comparisons: "Okay, I know, I really can't, don't worry."

Gao Qingsong quickly remembered what was going on, and said to Zhang Xiaojian earnestly: "You can keep it in your heart, but you can't avoid it. Sooner or later, you still have to meet for dinner and listen to her talk about what she wants to say."

Zhang Xiaojian: "Don't eat, I'll leave after I've dealt with things here. I think I'm a pig."

Gao Qingsong: "Speaking of it, I didn't think it before, but now I also miss my fish."

Bai Yang was so angry that he wanted to sip the two of them, but found that his cousin Zhou Zhiming's eyes were a little dull.

The reason for Zhou Zhiming’s sluggishness was that he did drink beer before, and drank white wine just now. He can’t mix it up, he gets drunk very quickly, so that his head is a little stupid, and he didn’t hear what Zhang Xiaojian and the others said before. But vaguely he heard'Shenke'.

How come these two words are so familiar.

Some silly heads can't remember it.

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