Song Shijun patted his shoulder. This time, it was his turn to comfort him. &Quot; you can't be envious. &Quot;
Zhang Ye raised his hand in anger and called for a waiter to order a few more bottles of expensive wine.
Song Shijun rolled his eyes at him. &Quot; I've already ordered three bottles. I can't finish them, can I? "
Although they could hold their liquor well, they did not plan to go home drunk.
Zhang Ye snorted, " who said we have to finish it? If I can't finish it, I'll take it away!"
Song Shijun was speechless.
He gave Zhang Ye a thumbs up.
Zhang Yun was proud of himself.
……
On the other side, in the car.
Han qiqing was still talking about her bowling earlier, vividly describing how she had hit all the targets.
"Haha, I didn't expect that I would have such talent! It's a pity you didn't see it, I'm really super amazing!"
A faint smile appeared on han Yuexiu's usually cold face.