Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

"Why, aren't you treating everyone to drinks? You can't afford it with me, Young Master Nan?"

Nan He opened his mouth to speak, but Fu Yu didn't give him the chance and just let out a light click.

"I didn't expect the Nan family to be so poor that they don't even have money to treat people to drinks."

Xue Jin and Cheng Beiyan, who were following behind, laughed unceremoniously and supported the princess.

On the way here, Cheng Beiyan talked to Cheng Xingran on the phone. Knowing that he was not led astray by Duan Yin, he was not in a hurry now. But Su Hao seemed to be on fire. As soon as he came in, he went straight to the private room where Duan Yin was.

"Since Master Nan has no money to treat you to a drink, then I will treat you to a drink."

Nan He's face turned pale, and the smile on his face was too forced to look a little ferocious. "Let me buy Master Fu a drink."

The princess said nothing, but glanced at the wine in his glass.

"Young Master Nan is truly down and out. How can he even offer this kind of wine to others?"

The look of disgust that could not be concealed made Nan He hold the wine glass tightly.

Xue Jin coughed to hide his smile, and walked forward pretentiously to take a look at the wine in Nan He's glass.

"My father-in-law, cough... When has our Ah Yu ever suffered such injustice? When has the price of the wine he treated our Ah Yu to has dropped below a million? The world is really going downhill, and people's hearts are no longer as they used to be. Nowadays, anyone is worthy of treating our Ah Yu to a drink."

As Xue Jin spoke, he covered his face with his hands, looking extremely distressed.

"This is really bullying. When has our Ayu ever suffered such injustice? This is insulting."

Pfft—

Everyone looked at Wen Ling.

Meeting Xue Jin's resentful gaze, Wen Ling waved her hand, "Sorry, I couldn't help it."

Fu Yu also looked at Xue Jin with a dark face.

The wine glass in Nan He's hand was about to be crushed. Every word seemed to be ground out from between his teeth. "So what would Mr. Fu like to drink?"

Nan Lin, who was standing aside, was secretly anxious. How could her brother have so much pocket money to treat people to a drink worth more than one million yuan?

Xue Jin continued to exert his strength and glanced at Nan He with disdain, "Forget it, Young Master Nan is so poor, don't pretend to be rich, let us treat you."

Fu Yu had a new private room opened, and regardless of Nan Hetong's opinion, he dragged Wen Ling over there.

Nan He was so humiliated that no matter how furious he was, he had no choice but to follow.

Xue Jin turned his head to look at Yu Chunyi and Nan Lin behind him.

"Don't lose me, you two."

There was no choice but for Nan Lin and Yu Chunyi to follow.

There were twenty bottles of wine on the table, which would be considered collectibles in other people's homes. The first ten bottles were whiskey.

Xue Jin picked up a bottle at random and introduced the origin and year to Nan He. As he spoke, he began to laugh.

An incomprehensible smile made everyone look at him.

Xue Jin put down the wine in his hand and said with a smile, "Look, why am I telling you so much? Anyway, to you, Master Nan, this wine is like a cow chewing a peony."

"What a pity, what a pity."

Nan He's face is now darker than the sky outside.

Damn, did he want to drink? Didn't you insist on buying him a drink?

On the table, the wine had been opened and poured out by the waiter. Fu Yu picked up a glass and handed it to Nan He with an extremely gentle attitude.

"drink."

With a gentle attitude and irresistible actions, Nan He gritted his teeth and drank it all in one gulp.

It really fits Xue Jin's saying that it's like a cow chewing a peony. He really couldn't tell what was so good about the wine, he just felt it was too spicy.

Another glass was handed over, and Nan He could only drink one glass after another. Soon, there were five or six empty bottles on the table, all of which were drunk by Nan He alone.

Wen Ling glanced at Nan Lin and Yu Chunyi, who were fidgeting uncomfortably.

He took a bottle of wine and walked towards the two of them. He lowered his eyes and poured the wine while saying, "I like to repay evil with kindness, so Miss Nan glared at me, I am not angry, I will buy Miss Nan a drink."

When had Nan Lin ever suffered such an injustice? She bit her lip, afraid of Fu Yu sitting on the sofa and didn't dare to speak, but she didn't drink either.

Wen Ling didn't waste any words. He held her chin and poured the wine into her mouth. The wine flowed down her chin and soaked Nan Lin's clothes.

Nan Lin's eyes turned red from the extreme humiliation she felt. The wine in her mouth was bitter and spicy. After drinking one glass, her throat and stomach felt very spicy.

I could only hang my head and retch.

Wen Ling shook off the drink in his hand and looked at Yu Chunyi again.

Yu Chunyi was timid and knew that she would drink the wine anyway, so she raised her hand to grab the cup from Wen Ling's hand and pour it herself.

Wen Ling did not do as she wished, but handed her a whole bottle of wine.

Yu Chunyi did not feel as humiliated as Nan Lin. This wine cost millions, and she might not be able to drink it in her lifetime.

He took the bottle and poured it into his mouth, but he felt like vomiting after just one sip. Facing Wen Ling's eyes that did not allow for rejection, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and finish the bottle of wine. The moment he put down the bottle, he couldn't help but vomit.

He just happened to vomit on Nanlin.

The unpleasant smell made Wen Ling step back, while Nan Lin went crazy and slapped Yu Chunyi.

Nan He also vomited, and Fu Yu kicked him aside.

Yu Chunyi and Nan He were vomiting non-stop, and Xue Jin was about to vomit, so he quickly followed the princess' steps and left the box.

"That wine shouldn't be a million-dollar bar?"

Wen Ling shook the princess's hand and asked.

"He deserves it. It's strong liquor, but it's also bad wine."

Xue Jin answered first, "What can that idiot drink?"

The princess, who was about to explain, shut up. Wen Ling nodded. There was a reason why the princess was so quiet. It was all because of the spokespersons around her.

When they arrived at the box where Duan Yin was, they saw Cheng Xingran leaning on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, while Su Hao, with red eyes and a fork in his hand, sat in a dark corner staring at the group of "slutty bitches" surrounding Duan Yin.

That look was so noticeable that the group of boys who were surrounding Duan Yin and serving her wine felt uncomfortable.

Wen Ling wanted to laugh when she saw this, "Su Hao looks like he's almost crying."

Xue Jin was disgusted to death, "How can a man be so cowardly as him?"

Just when everyone was wondering why the princess didn't leave and wanted to stay here to watch Duan Yin tease the man, the door of the box suddenly opened and a man in a suit walked in with a grim expression.

Duan Yin was having fun when someone grabbed her ears and pulled her out from the crowd of men.

Duan Yin was disturbed and was about to curse when she saw her brother's gloomy face.

"It hurts, it hurts, be gentle, brother."

"It's better if it hurts, otherwise I won't learn my lesson."

Duan Yin had her ears pulled and could only follow Duan Mu's direction.

Passing by Fu Yu, Duan Mu paused and said, "Thank you. I'll treat you to dinner next time."

Everyone looked at Fu Yu, but Fu Yu just lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Ling.

"She dared to bring you to a place like this, so naturally I have to return the favor."

Everyone gave him a thumbs up. You are worthy of being like this, princess. You won’t suffer any loss at all.

Duan Yin cursed loudly.

"Fu Yu, you bastard, I'm not done with you."

"Oh, brother, it hurts!"

"Deserved it."

Duan Mu didn't feel sorry for her at all. She was just a naughty girl, even more naughty than boys.

Su Hao was indeed distressed. Duan Mu dragged Duan Yin along with him, and Su Hao followed anxiously beside them.

"Brother-in-law, please be gentle. Yinyin is in pain."

Everyone: You're calling me that on our first meeting? You're truly vying for first place. You're so thick-skinned you could use a brick.

"Who is your uncle?"

Duan Mu paused for a moment, then looked Su Hao up and down with a look of disdain.

Duan Yin cried out, and Su Hao's eyes turned red with heartache again.

There is no one who is the number one bootlicker.