Chapter 577

At the gate of the club.

Yang Yilin, full of bad water, finally waited for the man who gave him the strong medicine.

Impatient on the face, "bring it quickly."

Little brother haha smiled and kindly reminded: "Yang Shao, this medicine is the latest one. It's powerful. You remember to eat less. If you want to make something happen to someone else's girl, haha... Haha"

Yang Yilin took the small medicine bottle in his hand and looked it carefully and scolded: "go away!"

"Yes!" The little brother waved at him, got into the car and drove away.

And Yang Yilin, who got the medicine, went to the club happily.

Passing by the wine rack, I took another bottle of good wine specially for the purpose of covering. I'll take the opportunity to mix this medicine with the wine.

Carefully push open the door of the box. Song Qingyun is the only one in the box, which makes him even more overjoyed

Song Qingyun leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes half narrowed, he could see that he was very tired, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I went to the bathroom."

Yang Yilin's heart was happy, and his face was colorful.

He pours wine with his back to song Qingyun, while chatting with him to distract his attention.

"I said Brother Yun, do you think it's not good for a rich second generation to accept the industry at home? What do you have to do to make yourself so tired?"

Song Qingyun snorted, "who are you looking for if I don't do this?"

"Hey, you're doing it for me." Yang Yilin teased him and hurriedly drugged Mo yanjue's cup for fear that he would be miserable if he suddenly came back here.

"You will never understand brother's ideals and ambitions!"

All the pills were put into his glass. At last, he took them up and shook them. After he felt safe, Yang Yilin's heart was relieved when he mentioned his voice and eyes.

He turned around, sat down on the sofa beside him, and continued to chat with song Qingyun. "Yes, I don't understand, but you can't understand my fun."

Song Qingyun immediately sat up straight from the sofa and pushed his glasses on his nose. "You think everyone is like you."

At this moment, Mo yanjue pushed the door in, glanced at the two of them, and sat back in his previous position.

Seeing his natural action, Yang Yilin's little heart picked up again.

Drink, drink, drink!

In my heart, I cheer for him silently.

At last, he watched him pour down the wine in the cup. With a smile on his brow, he immediately stood up and poured another glass of wine.

"Sir, I don't think you're in a good mood today. If you have anything to say, I'll give you some advice."

After helping Mo yanjue to fill the glass with wine, Yang Yilin cleverly lifted the glass, seemingly chatting idly, but actually secretly observed his drinking state.

Song Qingyun, who didn't know about it, also followed Yang Yilin's words and said, "yes, Lao Mo, if you need any help, you can do your best."

Poked into the heart of the Wozi, Mo yanjue put the glass on the table up again, a dry mouth.

In front of him, he blinked hard. He thought it might be because he drank too much.

Seeing that he didn't have the meaning to say, song Qingyun leaned on the sofa again and pinched his eyebrows wearily.

Seeing this, Yang Yilin immediately said shrewdly, "Brother Yun, if you are tired, go back to have a rest earlier. Sir and I will continue to drink."

Song Qingyun is really tired. He has an operation for more than ten days in a day. He even takes time to have a meal. Now, he really wants to have a good sleep here.

So when Yang Yilin said that, he looked at Mo yanjue, who was also not very good-looking, "old Mo, I'll go first, you drink."

"Well." "All over the body uncomfortable Mo Yan Jue stuffy voice should say," drive carefully on the road. "

"Good!"

After Song Qingyun was sent away, Yang Yilin returned to the box. Mo yanjue in the sofa was already hot and restless. He untied several buttons on his shirt ·