Chapter 437: Give me face, oh!

Towards the end of the meal, Yan Qingsi went to the bathroom again under the pretext of returning.
Ye Shaoguang was surprised and did not expect Yan Qingsi to return.
After a while, a waitress came in, carrying a bottle of red wine, and two glasses of poured wine.
Yan Qingsi's lips curled up, looked at Ye Shaoguang, and smiled sweetly: "Seeing that this meal is almost finished, but I haven't respected Mr. Ye for a cup, I'm really sorry, but I can't drink, and white wine is sure You can't drink it, but you can drink red wine. "
Yan Qingsi reached out and held up two glasses of red wine in the waitress's tray.
"I respect Mr. Ye for a drink. Thank you for your investment in our drama. You won't give the niece the face ... oh!"
Ye Shaoguang immediately felt that the fussy Yanqing silk would be so honest?
But everyone else is making a fool. After all, people even barked out. If you don't give your face again, it's hard to say, right?
Ye Shaoguang nodded: "Okay! Just snoring, I have to give you this face."
Ye Shaoguang took the wine glass from Yan Qingsi.
Yan Qingsi immediately touched the glass, and drank half of the glass of red wine with a sip of his head. After drinking, he said, "I'm done, please feel free."
The others stopped talking. This is forcing people to finish drinking, but what about a glass of red wine?
Ye Shaoguang was even more suspicious. What was this woman doing?
Next, Ye Shaoguang knew it was wrong right after the entrance. It was added with chili noodles, salt, mustard, pepper ... and some messy seasonings. Ye Shaoguang was not prepared for the first bite and poured a lot into it It smelled like an atomic bomb exploded in the mouth.
Ye Shaoguang originally wanted to pretend to be okay, but he couldn't bear to drink it, but he couldn't bear the sip, and the hotness of wasabi and pepper went straight to his nose. Ye Shaoguang coughed violently, his face became red, and his tears coughed. The snot was almost coming out, and was embarrassed.
Yan Qingsi quickly pretended to be concerned: "Mr. Ye, what's wrong with you? Why are you so kind, you don't need to worry about it so much, you see, I've got it?"
When Yan Qingsi got together, she knocked down the wine glass that Ye Shaoguang put down.
With a bang, the wine glass fell to the ground, shattered and shattered, and the wine inside also flowed out.
Ye Shaoguang stared at Yan Qingsi fiercely: "This wine ... you ..."
Yan Qingsi pretended to be puzzled: "What's wrong with this wine? Nothing?"
She poured herself another drink and said, "No, it tastes good? Is it water?"
Ye Shaoguang: "..."
The taste of darkness in his mouth was almost tormented. It was the most unpleasant taste that Ye Shaoguang sang in his life, and it was also the biggest loss he had eaten in recent years.
He was planted in the hands of Yan Qingsi, and he never expected that Yan Qingsi would use this shameless method.
Even if it happened, Yan Qingsi said a prank, and he would care about it.
But in this tone, Ye Shaoguang could not swallow.
Ye Shaoguang was already physically weak. He had a light diet and could not eat spicy and spicy food. The glass of wine sent by Yan Qingsi could make Ye Shaoguang cough his lungs.
With a severe cough and various spicy mixtures remaining on the tip of the tongue, Ye Shaoguang was almost speechless.