Chapter 317 Yan San's Old Friend

Hearing this, Yan Rusheng looked Xuxu in the direction of the door, his face involuntarily turned a little cold.

Jiang Zhuoheng was wearing a smoky gray shirt with a tie still hanging around his neck. The smile on his face was tinged with exhaustion, as if he had just got out of work.

Just like Yan Rusheng came in, someone immediately greeted him.

"You came later than Yan San, just now Yan San was fined three times, you can figure it out yourself."

Not everyone in their wealthy circle is as busy as Yan Rusheng and Jiang Zhuoheng, most of them are the rich n generation who are usually idle.

There is also no lack of red nobles. The ancestors of the family have carried guns and killed the enemy on the battlefield.

Jiang Zhuoheng looked at the two people flanking him from left to right, and said with a smile, "I don't know how to do it myself, you should help me."

"For the sake of fairness, double it." Someone suggested.

Immediately, someone raised his hand in agreement, "Yes, double it."

Doubling three cups would make six cups, Jiang Zhuoheng smiled helplessly, "Is it okay if you don't drink?"

The buddies beside him patted him on the shoulder with a wicked smile, "It's Ah Heng, you understand."

"Okay." Jiang Zhuoheng nodded, walked to the sofa and sat down.

The same treatment as Yan Rusheng, the brothers handed the wine glass to him, and waited on the side like a maidservant, pouring wine for her.

He drank six glasses of wine in a row without taking a sip.

After drinking the last glass, the applause and applause in the box were thunderous.

Kid, pretend~ force!

Everyone was booing, but Young Master Yan sat quietly at the side, disdainfully looking at Jiang Zhuoheng who had drunk six glasses of wine boldly.

He can only show off his bravery for a while, and if he really competes, his drinking capacity will beat him by a few blocks.

She is not as good as him in everything, I really don't know why that stupid woman is so blind, guarding him such a top-notch and not being tempted, she just fell in love with that shemale-like guy.

She also gave up studying abroad for him, and has never forgotten him for three years.

Thinking about it, he secretly let out a cold snort from his nose, reached out to pick up the wine bottle, poured himself a glass of wine, raised his head and took a sip to drink.

It was obviously strong wine, but it seemed to be sour in his mouth when he drank it, and the sourness upset his stomach.

Ming Ancheng, who was sitting closest to him, saw through his thoughts, leaned into his ear, and asked amusedly, "Say, if you didn't bring Xuxu over tonight, is it because you are afraid that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl will meet?"

Cowherd and Weaver Girl?

Yan Rusheng's expression darkened when he heard the words, and he squinted at Ming Ancheng, "Ming Ancheng, are you looking for death?"

He actually said that his wife and that transgressive are Cowherd and Weaver Girl?

Even if that stupid woman is the Weaver Girl, the Cowherd should also be him, and it will never be the turn of the shemale.

But Ming Ancheng guessed it right, he really didn't want Xuxu to come over tonight, because there would definitely be Jiang Zhuoheng at this kind of gathering, and he didn't want them to meet.

So when he asked her, he was really afraid that she would nod.

"Hey, hey, guess who I met outside just now."

Lu Yinan went out and answered a phone call, as if he had discovered a new world, he excitedly called everyone's attention to him.

Someone joked: "Who is it? How is your old friend?"

"It's an old friend." Lu Yinan grinned wickedly, which didn't fit his usual gentle image at all.

After a pause, he suddenly looked at Yan Rusheng, and continued, "But it's not mine, it's Yan San's."

It is said that everyone can guess who it is with their toes.