In the Mercedes-Benz, a man with a cropped cut had a hideous expression on his face.

If you look carefully, he is one of Ning Xiaoyao's right-hand men, one of the kings on Yanjing Road, Wei Shaobin

Yanjing Second Ring Road, in a private kitchen.

Fang Rongjun sat at the main seat, and slowly brewed a pot of Biluochun.

Although her face has been treated quickly by the doctor, it can still be seen that it is somewhat red and swollen.

But this did not affect her sweet smile at all.

She covered the smelling cup in her hand behind the teacup, and then slowly handed the teacup to the other side, a handsome and gentle man.

"Xiaoyao, try it."

"Although Biluochun is not as famous as Yuqian Longjing, it is more moist if you drink it in this season."

The man on the opposite side, the head of Yanjing's Four Young Masters and the first Yanjing Younger Ning Xiaoyao smiled at Fang Rongjun and said, "Auntie is really too polite."

"As a junior, I should serve you tea."

"But Xiaoyao doesn't understand the tea ceremony, so I can only wrong my aunt today."

While talking, Ning Xiaoyao took a sip from the smelling cup, and then drank the teacup in one gulp.

The action is simple and neat, straightforward, but there is no staggering of the proper procedure.

This is the demeanor that comes naturally from young and old who have been raised in rich soup since childhood.

It may be extremely difficult for other people to have such a wealthy demeanor.

Especially those who have been trained the day after tomorrow, under such circumstances, they tend to draw tigers instead of anti-dogs.

Seeing Ning Xiaoyao drink up the tea he brewed, Fang Rongjun seemed very proud.

She took out a small bone saucer with three colored teas on it.

"Xiaoyao, give it a try. This is a refreshment bought from the old master, and it can't cost a few yuan a day."

"If it wasn't for your signboard, the old master probably wouldn't even talk to me."

Ning Xiaoyao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "Auntie, you are being polite, you know that I like tea at the old master's house."

"Then I won't be polite."

While talking, Ning Xiaoyao picked up some refreshments, and his every move was incomparably chic.

When he stretched out his right hand, the Patek Philippe Nautilus with a little taste of the years on his wrist immediately made people see his good taste.

After all, although this watch has been very popular in recent years, there are very few people who can wear it and appreciate it in the past.

"Xiaoyao, you are so polite, it makes people feel uncomfortable!"

Fang Rongjun had a charming smile on her face at the moment, but when she smiled, the muscles on her face were incomparably painful, which made her hate Ye Hao even more.

"Sooner or later, we will be a family. It's really not good to see outsiders too much!"

"Originally, the person I'm entertaining you here tonight should be my unfilial daughter." JrNovels.com