Almighty flower care master

Fu Jingyuan was worried that the conflict between Zhuang Shaotong and Qin Yang would escalate, causing blood to splatter on the spot, irresolvable.Unexpectedly, things took a turn for the worse, with thunder and rain, and the curtain fell in an unexpected way.

He faintly felt that something was wrong. After all, Zhuang Shaotong was well known as a strong man, so it was impossible for him to be so easy-going. Could it be that he was playing tricks again?

But if there is no conflict, it means that there is still room for redemption. Even if you don't have a good face, it's better than having no face.

Fu Jingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, wiped for a long time, finally wiped off the nosebleed, and was about to sit down.

He only took a step before he could see the situation beside the table clearly. The nosebleed flowed uncontrollably again, and it seemed that he couldn't wipe it off.

When Fu Jingyuan received the invitation, he knew that today's Hongyan Tower banquet was probably a Hongmen banquet.

After being made things difficult by those soldiers, he confirmed this idea in his heart, and Zhuang Shaotong came later and took the opportunity to attack Qin Yang, which made him feel a little uneasy.

But now, in a seat with three chairs, to invite four people to sit down, this is even more like tearing face.

One after the other, Fu Jingyuan's complexion was very ugly, and his eyelids twitched even more.

"Boss Fu, please go and sit down." Qin Yang said with a smile.

"Young Master Qin, you should sit there." After hesitating for a while, Fu Jingyuan said.

"No, you go and sit, I'm fine standing up." Qin Yang said with a serious face.

"I think it's better for you, Young Master Qin, to sit in the past. After all, you are a guest from Hangzhou, so there is no reason to ask guests to stand." Fu Jingyuan said with a wry smile.

Qin Yang smiled slightly and said, "It seems to be the truth."

As he spoke, Qin Yang strode over. Da Ma Jindao sat on the third chair, reached for the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it carefully.

Fu Jingyuan naturally wanted to go and sit down, but he knew very well that if he snatched the seat without saying a word, then he would not give Qin Yang face, so he said a few polite words, thinking about it for a while, Qin Yang would still If he was polite, he would go over and sit down, taking care of everything in order to save face.

But who knows, Qin Yang really followed his words, walked over and sat down.

Fu Jingyuan regretted not falling for a while, knowing that his temporary politeness had trapped himself instead.

Of course, Fu Jingyuan is very clear that Zhuang Shaotong's purpose of putting on such a play is to drive a wedge between him and Qin Yang, but he doesn't know that there is nothing between him and Qin Yang, and Zhuang Shaotong's arrangement , apart from embarrassing him, it has no effect on Qin Yang~ at all.

Qin Yang is no longer polite, so he can't do anything.

Fu Jingyuan froze in place, neither advancing nor retreating, his expression extremely embarrassing.

Such a scene surprised Qin Zhongyu more or less. He had heard a lot about Qin Yang, but the first time they met, Qin Yang kept going one after another. some impressions.

Qin Zhongyu paused slightly with the hand holding the teacup, pursed his lips and smiled lightly, he blew away a piece of tea floating on the tea, took a sip lightly, and his smile became brighter again.

Zhuang Shaotong didn't like drinking tea, so he lit a cigarette and took a puff, exhaled a puff of smoke and asked, "Why doesn't Mr. Fu sit down? Don't you give me face?"

"Where to sit?" As one of the most famous figures in Hangzhou, Fu Jingyuan had a sense of arrogance.

Qin Zhong could sit better, but he couldn't.

No matter who Zhuang Shaotong's gesture was aimed at, the slap in the end was slapped on his face, and the anger in his heart could not be dispelled. This sentence was very thorough, and he did not hide his dissatisfaction at all.

Zhuang Shaotong frowned slightly, and said, "I gave you a chance to sit down, but now it seems that you didn't take it!"

How could Fu Jingyuan not understand the meaning of Zhuang Shaotong's words, but what kind of opportunity is this kind of opportunity?

If he really rushed to sit down in front of Qin Yang, then he would have offended Qin Yang, and it would be difficult for him to be in the middle, which made Fu Jingyuan feel aggrieved.

Fu Jingyuan suddenly hated this kind of indiscriminate divorce method, Yin sneered, and said: "There is only one chair left, and if the buttocks are dropped, it will be gone. As a half-host, I should naturally let the guests."

Zhuang Shaotong said leisurely: "From what you said, you want me to give up my seat for you?"

"I didn't mean that." Fu Jingyuan said lightly.

"Really?" Zhuang Shaotong said with a half-smile.

"No." Fu Jingyuan shook his head.

"I originally thought that if you really wanted to sit down, I would ask someone to bring a chair over. In this way, there is no need for that. Since you like to stand, then stand!" Zhuang Shaotong sneered. .

Such ridicule made Fu Jingyuan feel very uncomfortable.

Some things, once done too far, will give people a feeling of hypocrisy.

Zhuang Shaotong obviously did this, but he just made such a lame excuse for himself, which inexplicably made Fu Jingyuan despise him.

Zhuang Shaotong made up his mind to pinch the soft persimmon, compared with Qin Yang, at least in the current situation, he is the soft persimmon.

If Zhuang Shaotong wanted to handle him, he had nothing to say, but no matter how hard Zhuang Shaotong tried to handle him, at most it was up to this point.

Thinking of this, Fu Jingyuan's mind gradually calmed down, and he just stood there with a faint smile. He really wanted to see what tricks Zhuang Shaotong and Qin Zhongyu could play when they sang together.

I didn't say any more after talking here, and soon a waiter brought up the meals that had been ordered earlier.

Eighteen dishes filled the whole table, several bottles of top-quality Moutai were opened, and the aroma of the wine was overflowing, matching with those rich dishes, it was extremely appetizing.

Qin Yang looked very satisfied with the food on the table. No matter how unreliable Zhuang Shaotong was, he still did a satisfactory thing after all. This meal was not too shabby after all.

Qin Zhongyu poured four glasses of wine, stood up, brought a glass of wine to Fu Jingyuan himself, and said, "Boss Fu, I'd like to toast you."

Fu Jingyuan took the wine glass and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, it's hard work for you to stand like this." Qin Zhongyu said kindly.

Fu Jingyuan sneered in his heart as he drank the wine, saying in his heart that you bastard, if you really think I'm working hard, why don't you give up your seat?

Daringly, you can sit and talk without pain in your back, and you can speak beautiful words as soon as you open your mouth.

As if sensing Fu Jingyuan's inner thoughts, Qin Yang's voice came slowly: "Boss Qin is right, Boss Fu, you have been standing for so long, come and sit for a while."

If you want to sit, you can only sit in Qin Zhongyu's seat.

Qin Zhongyu's expression changed suddenly, and he subconsciously took a step sideways, but felt that his impatient action was too inappropriate, so he immediately retracted his foot as soon as he stepped out.

Fu Jingyuan was secretly happy, he didn't need to look to know that Qin Zhongyu's face at this time was quite ugly.

The relationship between him and Qin Zhongyu has always been at odds, so he didn't have much affection for Qin Zhongyu's fake toast, and said hypocritically: "Young Master Qin, this is not good? That's President Qin's seat."

Qin Yang smiled and said, "There's nothing wrong with it. President Qin also thinks you're tired standing up? Surely you won't be so stingy?"

Qin Zhongyu gritted his teeth and said to himself, you bastard, if you really think so, why don't you stand up and give up your seat yourself, but it's hard to say, so he said with a smile on his face: "Young Master Qin said That's right, I've been sitting for a long time, and my waist feels a little uncomfortable, but it feels better when I stand, so Mr. Fu went over to sit."

"Is it really okay?" Fu Jingyuan asked pretendingly.

"It's okay, Mr. Fu, please sit down!" Qin Zhong emphasized the syllable of the word please.

Fu Jingyuan just said some polite words, strode over and sat down.

Zhuang Shaotong frowned, raised his head to look at Fu Jingyuan, and was about to speak, but before he could speak, Qin Yang raised his hand and poured him a glass of wine, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Mr. Zhuang, for your hospitality today. Come, let me offer you a cup of flowers and Buddha, and express my gratitude."

Zhuang Shaotong looked at the clear white wine in the glass, smelled the rich aroma of the wine, his eyes reflected in the glass, his eyes were flickering, he grabbed the glass and poured the wine down his throat, letting the spicy wine slip Into the intestinal tract, bringing a burst of extreme sensory stimulation.

It wasn't until the irritating taste gradually dissipated that he said, "Do you really think I invited you over for a drink and a meal?"