Old Wang Doesn’t Want to be Tragic

hao Mou.

“Look at me, I didn’t pay attention.
Zhou Mou, you are here.”

Wang Zhao Mou smiled slightly and politely said, “Mr.
Zhang.”

“Come, come, have a drink!” Mr.
Zhang’s face stumbled on Wang Zhao Mou’s shoulder, and said, “I tell you, out of the three children, I have confidence in you.
The Wang family is in your hands, and will definitely be able to prosper well!”

“Mr.
Zhang didn’t bring anyone today??” Wang Zhao Mou looked around, but he didn’t see the two bodyguards that Mr.
Zhao usually had.

“Are you afraid of bad things? Let them play in the next box.” Mr.
Zhang smiled and looked at the waitress standing next to him, and said, “You have to have fun when you go out to play, don’t you??”

“Old Qi, go and have a look next door.” Wang Zhao Mou’s face was as usual indifferent, he added, “Please greet President Zhang’s bodyguard for me too.”

Old Qi nodded, opened the door, and left quickly.

“Zhao Mou, come here.
Have a drink, first.
They say that your drinking capacity is poor, I absolutely don’t believe it.” 

Mr.
Zhang squinted and poured wine for Wang Zhao Mou himself, and added, “I and your father are old friends, for this, you have to respect me, right??”

Wang Zhao Mou smiled, his slender fingers picked up the wine that Mr.
Zhang had poured, and looked down for a moment as if he was waiting for something.

“You are a man, drink it!” Mr.
Zhang raised his hand and drank the wine.

“Mr.
Zhang, I have something to tell you.” Wang Zhao Mou was in no hurry to drink.
He looked at the carved glass wine glass and shook the drink inside.

“I know!” President Zhang came to the spirit, and said, “Isn’t it because your drinking capacity is poor, I don’t mind!”

“If something happens…I will be responsible for it!” President Zhang patted his chest and assured him.

Seeing that Wang Zhao Mou hadn’t raised his glass yet, President Zhang raised his brows and felt a little unhappy.

“I just picked up seventy million orders for your Wang family, and you don’t even want to drink a glass of wine for me??” 

The room’s door suddenly opened, and Old Qi walked in.
Just as Mr.
Zhang was about to ask, Wang Zhao Mou neatly took half a glass of wine and drank it in three or four seconds.

“That’s right…”

Before Mr.
Zhang could finish speaking, he saw Wang Zhao Mou dropping the wine glass heavily on the table.