Wang Fuqiang nodded with a smile.

The old man stood up and left.

A bowl of wine and a few conversations, let’s go away.

Yu Qiuya was a little confused, but she didn't think much about it. Anyway, there were few things that Wang Fuqiang had done that she could figure out.

The reason why Wang Fuqiang invited this old man to drink a bowl of wine was actually very simple, just because of that sigh.

This proves that there is a world of martial arts in the old man's heart, but he is just a little bit light, so he doesn't even dare to say what happened before.

Otherwise, Wang Fuqiang would not have invited the other party to drink this bowl of wine. If the jar of wine does not open, it can be refunded. But now it is open. Although only one bowl is drunk, the rest will be considered money regardless of whether Wang Fuqiang drinks it or not.

Wang Fuqiang can't get along with anyone, but he will never get along with money.

Wang Fuqiang stood up with some difficulty and said, "Take it with you."

Song Ziyi was stunned, then understood what Wang Fuqiang was saying, picked up the jar of wine, got up, and prepared to leave.

But at this moment, I found it difficult.

A guy who seemed to be a young man from a noble family led a few strong men and blocked them directly in front of them. Because they were sitting in the corner, they would have no way to go if they were blocked like this.

There was no change in Wang Fuqiang's face, but Song Ziyi frowned.

The young man smiled and said, "Look at this guy, he is so poor that he can't even bear a jar of wine, and he is pretending to be generous."

Everyone laughed.

Wang Fuqiang seemed to know that he would not be able to leave for a while, and it was really hard to stand, so he simply sat down again and said, "If you want it, you will give the remaining wine to the young master."

The young master was stunned and frowned and said, "Your eye can tell that I want your jar of broken wine?"

Wang Fuqiang frowned and said, "What does that young master want? I can't take out anything except this jar of wine."

The young man looked at Song Ziyi and smiled and said, "The little lady looks like a fairy. Isn't it unfair to follow such a tuberculosis man? Why not follow me to ensure that you can enjoy delicious food and drink spicy food in the future, endless gold, silver and jewelry, and endless silk and satin."

Song Ziyi shook her head and said, "I don't eat spicy food."

Wang Fuqiang was stunned, then laughed loudly, even laughing out of tears.

The young master didn't seem to have expected the other party to answer like this, and was stunned on the spot. Wang Fuqiang smiled so exaggeratedly, so his pale face turned a little flushed, his face was gloomy, and he said, "I advise you kindly, but you don't know what you are, so don't blame me for being unreasonable."

After saying that, as soon as he raised his hand, the men surrounded him. But before he could take action, they all stopped and didn't even dare to breathe.

A small small sword appeared out of thin air at the middle of the young master's eyebrows, and the sword light could pierce his entire head at any time.

On the stool, the pale guy stood up with some difficulty and said, "It's a coincidence, I don't like reasoning either."
Chapter completed!