"Well, you really have to drink it before you can be sure that you have not drunk it!" Ye Tianming nodded gently, poured a small glass of medicinal wine for Lao Zhao, and handed it to Lao Zhao, "Lao Zhao, come, you can try it. Look, have you tasted it before!"

Old Zhao subconsciously put the small box he was holding tightly with his hands into his pocket, patted it, and then stretched out his hands to take the quilt and sniffed deeply, "It tastes really good, it smells good. The smell of medicine!"

While muttering to himself, Mr. Zhao drank the wine from his glass and tasted it carefully. Finally, his old face showed an unsatisfactory look.

When Ye Tianming saw Lao Zhao's appearance, a calculated smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Hehe, after this old Zhao drank it, he would definitely be nostalgic for this medicinal wine.

"Old Zhao, what do you think of this?" Ye Tianming asked with a smile while looking at Mr. Zhao.

Old Zhao still had a look on his face, opened his eyes, looked at Ye Tianming, and locked his gaze firmly on the remaining glass bottle in his hand, "You...what kind of wine are you! Why...why When I drink it, I feel... I feel very comfortable all over my body!"

"Oh, you said this, this is a kind of medicinal liquor!" Ye Tianming looked at the glass bottle in his hand and said with a smile, "How about it? It's delicious, right?"

"It's delicious, it's absolutely delicious!" Old Zhao nodded, smash it, smash it, his eyes just can't move away, "You...can you...can you give me the rest?"

Ye Tianming immediately closed his hand, "Ciao, I forgot all about it. There is only a little left, and I even gave you a drink! There is one last thing left, I have to go back and make the wine! No," You old fellow, you can't grab my baby!"

"How is this called robbing? You called compensation, compensation!" Zhao Lao quickly blew his beard and stared.

"No!" Ye Tianming suddenly shook his head like a rattle, "I managed to get this, I won't give it to you!"

Old Zhao stared suddenly, and asked gloomily, "Boy, won't you give it to me?"

"Just don't give it!" Ye Tianming tremblingly shook his body, smiled and shook his head.

"If you dare to give it, I will immediately tell your old man the news that you two brats are here with me!" Old Zhao hehe looked at Ye Tianming threateningly.

Ye Tianming's face suddenly stiffened, and he stared at Old Zhao, "Old Zhao, are you threatening me?"

Elder Zhao also shook his body awkwardly, his waist straightened, "You threaten me, I threaten you too, we are even!"

"You, you..." Ye Tianming pointed at Mr. Zhao with trembling fingers, and fiercely threw the glass bottle in his hand into Mr. Zhao's arms, "Take it!"

Mr. Zhao immediately held the wine bottle proudly, only to see the amount inside, he frowned, "Why is that so?"

"Ask her!" Ye Tianming pouted, pointing at Chu Muyue.

Old Zhao was taken aback, turned his head to look at Chu Muyue, who had been sitting on the sofa in silence and sipping tea. It seemed that only then did he remember that there was a girl brought by Xiao Junyan in this office.

Suddenly, Mr. Zhao's mind was down for a while. When would Xiao Junyan bring a girl to his office? What is this for?

"Um! This is?" Old Zhao coughed, his waist straightened, and he looked at Chu Muyue in front of him with a very majestic appearance.

Looking at Zhao Lao's changing attitude, it was as fast as a face change in a Sichuan Opera.