Qi Boyan is now very happy that he has basically never drank alcohol outside, so others don't know his drinking capacity.
If I had known, I might not have had two or three bowls today, or I would have been drunk.
Qi Boyan has a good drinking capacity, so much so that he has never gotten drunk even when drinking with others.
Just because he doesn't like it, he doesn't drink often, so everyone around him knows how much he drinks?
Only those with particularly good relationships, such as the director, or those who often stay around him, such as Tao Feng and Jiang Wenlei, know a little bit about it.
Qi Boyan said "Okay" without changing his expression, and he didn't seem to be reluctant at all.
Hu Laosan narrowed his eyes at first, then pouted and pointed at Qi Boyan, "I just like your refreshing energy, brother-in-law. I hope your belly can be as strong as your mouth!"
Qi Boyan fixed his gaze on the two bowls of wine.
The two bowls of wine were filled to the brim, and Hu Laosan was afraid of missing a drop of wine.
With his well-joined hands, he picked up the bowl of wine, brought it to his mouth, opened his lips lightly, and the cold wine entered his mouth and rolled down his throat.
Just when Hu Laosan was feeling proud after seeing this scene, Jiang Wenlei, who was extremely winking, rushed over with a towel.
Qi Boyan raised his eyebrows slightly, "No problem!"
"Brother-in-law, as long as you don't get angry, let's do it!"
Look at this spirit, look at this self-cultivation.
It was only at this time that Hu Laosan felt that some people were really capable of pretending.
Cold and spicy.
Hu Laosan yelled in a false voice, and then explained in a false way: "I originally thought that I would not fill up the filling for my brother-in-law and add more, but I didn't know that after pouring it out like this, he actually spilled it!"
Even though Qi Boyan drank well, he still frowned in discomfort.
But he also understands the tricks of the polite scum, and he knows how to do it.
This is what Hu Laosan wants.
"Qi Gong, I'm coming!"
When Qi Boyan's hand touched the edge of the bowl, the palm of his hand was soaked by the cold wine. The cold and sticky feeling was really not ordinary annoying.
"Oh, why did you spill it?"
His face is like a crown jewel, and his eyebrows are like a painting. Even if he frowns, he is still very beautiful.
Hu Laosan directly picked up the wine bottle and poured some more into the bowl that he had not yet drank from. The already full wine overflowed directly, and there was dripping wine on the edge of the bowl.
It's so wet, look at how this guy is still pretending.
Before, I felt that Qi Boyan acted very pretentiously and acted like a nobleman. Now, after drinking, he behaved so elegantly.
But now, what does he think, why does he find it unpleasant? How can he pretend to be drunk?
Hu Laosan couldn't help but click his tongue several times in his heart.
Jiang Wenlei wiped the wine on the edge of the bowl for Qi Boyan a little, then used a towel to cushion it, picked it up with both hands, and handed it to Qi Boyan's mouth.
To be honest, if it had been him, he would have exploded a long time ago.
Look at the way his Adam's apple rolls up and down when he swallows. As a man, he feels incredibly sexy. If it were a woman, she wouldn't be so fascinated long ago.
Although his pretense is not as good as his own, in the upper class society, his pretense is still such that some of the nouveau riche cannot tell their faults.
He was very skillful when holding it up. He could hold it by himself and it was also convenient for Qi Boyan to take over.
Qi Boyan actually took it, holding the bowl with both hands, also using a towel to pad it, without contaminating his hands at all, and drank again.
Hu Laosan, whose abacus failed: "..."
Who is this? What's wrong with him?
By the way, where did this towel come from? It looks clean and new!
Why did you come to the rescue for this guy named Qi so quickly?