However, two Eastern European girls seem to be challenging God's rules. They are not only tall, but also hot, and their plump breasts are particularly eye-catching. If they collide with them head-on, they must be surrounded by them first and rebounded out!

Although they are light makeup, they are charming and charming, with a smile on their faces that are as breathtaking as they are!

"Come on, everyone, I wish you a cup to Mr. Ye and welcome him."

After Ivanov said that, everyone present picked up the wine glasses, stood up and clinked the glasses with Ye Fan with great enthusiasm.

"Mr. Ye, I wish you three cups."

The girl on Ye Fan's left spoke, and it seemed that she had an amazing drink, so she just had three glasses.

"Okay." Ye Fan refused everyone, and he was quite confident in his alcohol tolerance.

After drinking three cups, the girl on the right also came over and had almost zero-distance contact with Ye Fan.

Under her charming smile, her blue pupils turned into a pair of crescent moons, and her red lips were crystal white and white: "I'll have three cups too."

"Done."

Ye Fan drank three more cups generously, his face was neither red nor breathing, as if he was drinking boiled water.

The way to drink white wine is usually amazing.

Eastern Europeans drink a lot and come to China. How could Ye Fan lose face? So, as long as there is wine, he would walk freely and be fearless.

“Good alcohol!”

Seeing this, Ivanov couldn't help but raise his thumbs up.

He originally planned to let the two female subordinates pour Ye Fan down and take him to the bedroom. After all, for most men, wealth and beauty always have something he likes.

Throughout history, many heroes and heroes have also fallen on these two things. They can withstand the test of difficulties and dangers, but ultimately lose to wealth and beauty.

It seems that it is not easy to get Ye Fan drunk.

However, Ivanov is also a guy with amazing alcohol tolerance and rarely gets drunk.

"It's rare to be so happy. I won't go home until I'm drunk."

Ivanov waved his hand, and the girl beside him approached with thoughtful understanding.

"Go and help me and Mr. Ye each serve three bottles of wine."

"Okay, wait."

The girl stood up and quickly placed six bottles of liquor in front of Yefan and Ivanov.

This is a challenge to Ye Fan!

If it were someone else, I would have been shocked, and this is a rhythm that will kill people.

Ivanov looked at Ye Fan with a smile on his eyes, looking forward to the other party's wave of his hand to show weakness.

A big man of his level, even though he is a brother on the surface, he actually subconsciously hopes that you will be inferior to him, no matter what kind of competition you are, he will be inferior to him.

"I mean, beauties, please let each person put three more bottles on it." Ye Fan smiled faintly, "We Chinese like auspicious numbers, six bottles of wine, six and six great success, I will help Mr. Nov's career to be successful."

Ivanov's face moved, and a hint of surprise and panic flashed quickly.

What was shocked was that Ye Fan's alcohol tolerance was so great that he didn't know if he could withstand so much wine and lived for most of his life, but he had never filled such a large amount of wine.

He found that Ye Fan was looking at him with a smile, how could he lose face, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then I'll listen to Mr. Ye, three more bottles."

At the wine table, everyone else was dumbfounded.

Each person has six bottles of strong wine, which is so scary.

For them, three bottles of wine or even less is the limit, and six bottles of wine are unimaginable.

Ivanov thought to himself anxiously, and heard that Chinese people also liked the numbers 8 and 9. Fortunately, Ye Fan did not ask for eight bottles of wine or nine bottles of wine.

In fact, no matter how many bottles of wine Ye Fan ordered, he had to keep up and could not tolerate it.

The second-person Tomahawk originally planned to win the lead, but unexpectedly, Ye Fan successfully fought back quietly.

The beauties quickly turned on the spirits on the table, their eyes flashing brightly, as if they were looking forward to the showdown between the two.

However, they are more confident about Ivanov. After all, under normal circumstances, Eastern Europeans are more able to drink. Moreover, they follow this second-person Tomahawk and witness with their own eyes that different people with good alcohol tolerance in the world are poured down by them. Some are so drunk that they don’t even know what his surname is, and they can’t tell the difference between the south, south, west and north.

The girls didn't know Ye Fan. There was a kind of person at the table who came up and took the initiative. Their alcohol tolerance looked good, but in fact they were just scaring their opponents away. They didn't know whether the Chinese boy in front of them also belonged to this type of person.

"Come on, Mr. Nov." Ye Fan smiled and picked up a bottle of wine, and raised the mouth of the bottle at the other party.

“Refresh, dry!”

Ivanov was in a hurry to get out of the tiger. Seeing Ye Fan taking the initiative to raise the bottle, he had to pick up a bottle of wine, and the two of them started to blow together.

"Guru, Guru!"

In the room, the rest of the people calmed down and looked at them attentively, with a clear sound of swallowing wine.

About ten seconds later, the two wine bottles bottomed out.

“Good alcohol!”

The three Eastern European girls clapped their hands with a smile.

It seems that Ye Fan is real, not bluffing.

"Come on, the second bottle!"

Once he opened his mouth, it was hard to stop the water and it was out of control. Ivanov decided to give it a try.

He didn't believe that Ye Fan, who was not astonishingly good-looking, could have really drunk him.

Seeing that Ye Fan had no beer belly, his physique was average, unlike the legendary Chinese who could drink very well, Ivanov suspected the other party's digestive ability.

It is best to put the Chinese boy down and then let the beautiful subordinates settle him so that Ye Fan can play the battle axe.

"Mr. Nov has a good drinker."

Ye Fan praised and picked up the second bottle of wine.

He looked peaceful, talked and laughed freely, had a clear eyes, and his words were meticulous. It seemed that he didn't drink too much at all.

The sound of two people drinking wine was heard again in the room, "Guru, Guru". Their Adam's apples were squirming and the frequency was very fast. They were drinking in big mouthfuls, as if they had forgotten their breathing.

After about half a minute, the second bottle of wine was resolved.

Ivanov's neck turned red, as if he had just had a fierce quarrel with someone, but it was actually the effect of alcohol.

His heart began to feel scared, Damn, how could Ye Fan drink so much? After two bottles of wine, it was completely like nothing happened.

If it were ordinary people, they would have been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment long ago.

Ivanov felt that the breath he exhaled was burning.

He couldn't help but unbutton a button on the top of his shirt.

"Are you okay?" Ye Fan said with concern.

"What does this amount of alcohol count?" Ivanov smiled and burped. Seeing Ye Fan turning against him, how could he be willing to do so?

I have to drink it even if I grit my teeth, otherwise it will be embarrassing.

"I respect you, Mr. Ye."

This time, Ivanov took the lead in lifting the bottle.

"Okay, refreshing!"

Accompanied by Ye Fan's voice, the two wine bottles collided gently and then separated.

The two of them raised their necks and sucked their mouths hard.

Almost everyone here was stunned.

This is too awesome. The spirits around 60 degrees are just like this, just don’t eat vegetables to cushion your stomach, and just turn it on?

Can the stomach and intestines bear it? In such a short time and so much, can the liver resolve it?

This time, Ye Fan finished the wine in the bottle, and it was still about half a minute.

Ivanov slowed down the beat, almost fifty seconds.

He felt a fire dragon enter the stomach from his throat and burned very much.

Although good wine is good, don’t drink it. In moderation, it will be pleasant. If you pass it, you will suffer.

“Good…good wine…”

Ivanov praised the bottle of wine without realizing that there was a sign of knotting on his tongue.

"Yes, thank you for your kind hospitality."

Ye Fan held the fourth bottle of wine and raised it.

"As long as Mr. Ye, you don't dislike me."

Ivanov took a few deep breaths, then picked up a whole bottle of wine.

"call……"

When he finished the bottle of strong wine, he felt his breathing burning.
To be continued...