"You, you..." When Mr. Zhao heard Ye Tianming's words, his body was trembling with anger and his hands were trembling.

Ye Tianming hurriedly waved his hands and said with a grin, "Eh eh, old Zhao, don't do this, that wine, it's actually not that good!"

"It's not good, you drank it all!" Old Zhao stamped his feet with anger, staring at Ye Tianming.

I don't know what the treasures I treasure, but I can always find them by these two **** robbers.

He has been harming him, harming him, and preventing him, an old man, from spending the rest of his life.

Chu Muyue showed a smile at the corner of her mouth, only thinking that Commander Zhao was really cute.

Sure enough, everyone said that the old people are getting more and more cute, and they are talking about Commander Zhao.

Ye Tianming curled his mouth and didn't know where he took out a small glass bottle with some transparent liquid in it.

Opening the bottle cap, a scent of medicine and wine drifted into Chu Muyue's nose.

"Huh? Is it my medicinal liquor?" Chu Muyue was taken aback, then turned to look at Ye Tianming curiously.

Ye Tianming shook his hand with the glass bottle the size of a palm, and raised his eyebrows at Mr. Zhao, "Old Zhao, come, taste the medicinal wine I brought you!"

"What kind of medicinal liquor? I haven't drunk it!" Zhao Lao turned his head and ignored Ye Tianming.

Ye Tianming didn't care about Mr. Zhao at all. He directly found a small cup, poured a small cup, put it under his nose and sniffed deeply, "Well, it's really fragrant, tut tut! This wine! It's really delicious!"

Chu Muyue watched Ye Tianming's performance and couldn't make the corners of her mouth twitch. What is this for!

Although there is some distance between Mr. Zhao and the wine glass he was holding, he still faintly smelled the aroma of the wine, smoked his nose, the smell became a little stronger, and then stretched his head forward, and then smoked again. The smell of my nose is stronger again.

"The smell of this wine makes people feel comfortable no matter how you smell it!" Zhao Lao muttered in his mouth, holding the small iron box firmly in his arms, walked to Ye Tianming's face, and smelled the smell of the wine deeply. "It smells good!"

Seeing Mr. Zhao's appearance, Ye Tianming sneered in his heart as he drank all the medicinal wine in the glass he was holding.

Old Zhao looked at Ye Tianming like a cow drinking, drinking into his mouth, couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, looking nostalgic at the glass bottle in Ye Tianming's hand that was only a palm.

After being poured a glass by Ye Tianming just now, there was only one third left.

"What kind of wine is this? Why haven't I smelled it before?" Zhao Lao had a pair of shrewd old eyes, staring at the glass bottle in Ye Tianming's hand, his salivating appearance made people want to laugh.

Chu Muyue lowered his head, smiled in his heart, and drank the tea that Xiao Junyan made for him. The taste was very mellow. No wonder only that group of people could drink it. It was really extraordinary.

Ye Tianming looked at Old Zhao with a smile, "Old Zhao, you are the commander, how come you haven't smelled it? You must have drunk it too!"

"No!" Old Zhao immediately shook his head, like a rattle, "I have never drunk this kind of wine!"

"Really?" Ye Tianming said with a very disbelief, "Are you sure?"

"This is too sure if you drink it!" Zhao Lao's eyes were tightly locked in the medicinal wine in Ye Tianming's hand, and he swallowed.

There was a smile on Chu Muyue's mouth, only that Ye Tianming was too hateful, and the old man Zhao was cute and pitiful.