Chapter 128.1

"Mr. Xin, you are joking." The man stands up from his seat with a smile and raises his goblet.

Liang Xiaoyu carefully observed the man in front of him. He saw Zhao Ju in a black suit. He was about forty or fifty years old. His hair was a little bald at the temples. A pair of smart and deep eyes flashed under his thick black eyebrows, and there was a little stubble on his slightly thick lips.

"This is Zhao Ju. This is my secretary." As usual, Xin Zezhao made a brief introduction.

"Hello, Zhao Ju. I'm Liang Xiaoyu, Secretary of President Xin. " Liang Xiaoyu politely reaches out his hand to Zhao Ju. Zhao Ju follows Xin Zezhao's words and looks at Liang Xiaoyu. His shrewd eyes scan Liang Xiaoyu for a circle. He nods his head with satisfaction, and holds Liang Xiaoyu's hand with face.

The slightly fat hand seemed to scratch Liang Xiaoyu's palm inadvertently, which made Liang Xiaoyu feel like he was shocked by an electric shock.

"Sit down and say it." Zhao bureau is not strange at all, and still invites Xin Zezhao and Liang Xiaoyu to sit down with a smile.

Liang Xiaoyu takes back his hand very uncomfortably, suppresses the uncomfortable feeling in his heart, tries to maintain the smile on his face, and sits down with Xin Zezhao.

As soon as he sat down, Zhao Bureau enthusiastically raised his glass to Xin Zezhao, with a slightly dissatisfied tone: "I said, Mr. Xin, you've avoided eating together several times before. You don't drink at all. If it's still like this today, I'll be angry. You have to give me some noodles and drink more or less."

Xin Zezhao calmly took the wine glass in front of him, gently raised it without saying a word, slightly raised his head, and the bright red liquid in the glass disappeared.

"Uncle Zhao." Xinzezhao sincerity, put down the empty glass, immediately there is waiting on the side of the waiter came forward, filled.

"Hahaha, Zezhao, you've done a good job. I like your cheerful attitude!" With Xin Zezhao's first work as respect, Zhao Bureau was in a good mood. Along with his address, he was close to many people, just like an elder.

Zhao Ju's hearty laughter enlivened the atmosphere of the dinner. "Should your secretary give me a toast first?"

Liang Xiaoyu is suddenly named and subconsciously turns to see Xin Zezhao. However, he finds that Xin Zezhao just looks at Zhao Ju faintly and doesn't even throw a trace of Yu Guang.

Liang Xiaoyu has a slight pain in her heart. In the past, Xin Zezhao would help her resist this kind of situation. However, this meal is still very important for Xin Zezhao. Liang Xiaoyu feels relieved when he thinks about it.

"Zhao Bureau, I'd like to propose a toast to you. I hope everything goes well with you." Liang Xiaoyu gently picked up the wine glass and drank it down with a soft voice.

"Good, good!" Zhao Bureau was so satisfied that he praised them again and again. He also took a few sips from his glass.

The attendant next to him poured the wine, but he was stopped by Xin Zezhao. "She's not good at wine. A drink represents sincerity. If she drinks too much, she'll make a joke."

The bitter and astringent wine is rolling down my stomach. Liang Xiaoyu has a lot of flavor in his heart. However, when he hears Xin Zezhao's words for his own sake, there is a warm current. He doesn't completely ignore himself

"Ah, Ze Zhao, you're so mean. Before Xiao Xia says anything, you won't give people a drink. I don't think she has changed her face after a drink just now. It's no problem to drink more." Zhao bureau is determined, refused to let cool small Yu.

"Uncle Zhao, let's get down to business first, and then I'll drink with you." Xin Zezhao stops the waiter with his eyes and signals him to step back. His cold eyes are full of deterrence. The waiter returns to his original position with a thrill.

"Well, I'm not in the mood to have a good time drinking, but I'm not in the mood to talk about business." Zhao Bureau depressed to put down the glass, a face boring to xinzezhao, at the same time that pair of smart eyes still keep staring at cool Xiaoyu turn.

Sensing Zhao Ju's eyes, Xin Zezhao's cold brows wrinkled without any trace. Then he released them. After a little consideration, he said quietly, "well, I'll accompany uncle Zhao tonight to have a good time."

Xin Zezhao once again took up the wine cup in front of him. As soon as he handed it to his lips, he told Liang Xiaoyu, "go and put the information back in the car."