Male God Please Lie Down

"Qing Ming..."

Wang Fenglan just yelled, and the cup in her hand was picked up by Fang Wenhao, who was sitting on one side.

"The red wine is good, I drink..."

Then Fang Wenhao drank the bottle of red wine.

Ni Dayong and Wang Fenglan looked at each other, what the **** is this.

"Puff--"

Fang Wenhao was overwhelmed by this drink.

"Dad, your friend's son... drank it..."

Ni Qingming looked at Ni Dayong with a smile.

Ni Dayong was also dumbfounded, and he looked at Zhuo An.

Zhuo An also didn't understand all sorts of things, what is the meaning of what happened right now.

At this moment, Zhuo An's phone rang.

She picked up the phone and got connected.

Listening to the voice on the phone, Zhuo An's face changed, and he nodded vigorously.

"What's wrong?"

Zhuo An hung up the phone, and Ni Dayong asked aloud.

"Uncle, come with me!?"

In front of Ni Qingming, how could these words be said?

Zhuo An stood up and waved to Ni Dayong.

Ni Dayong also noticed something was wrong, and followed Zhuo An to the kitchen.

"That person is not from our side!?"

As soon as he entered, Zhuo An said anxiously.

"No? What do you mean?"

Ni Dayong frowned and asked.

This person came in a car, and he also brought a specific place to wait, and asked if he knew everything, why not.

"Angkor is calling, the boss is already getting angry while waiting there, what should I do now!"

Zhuo An was also very anxious. It was the first time to do this kind of thing, how could this kind of fault appear.

"Throw that kid out first."

There was a fierce look on Ni Dayong's face.

"No, let him sleep on the sofa... Go down and bring the boss up, just say that it's his father... This is just right, and Qing Ming won't doubt it!"

What Zhuo An said made Ni Dayong couldn't help laughing.

He nodded and looked at Zhuo An appreciatively.

"That's it!"

So the two went out and sat at the dinner table to eat again.

Ni Dayong helped Fang Wenhao to the sofa, and then pretended to answer a call, and then ran out to pick up someone.

"Sister Zhuoan, why did you just take my father to the kitchen?"

There was a sneer in Ni Qingming's heart. These people were doing this in front of them, and they felt that they had no brains. That's why they did this.

"I have something, I need to ask my uncle... hee hee;..."

Zhuo An smiled and took the matter over at once.

"What's the matter?"

Ni Qingming asked again while eating the food.

"Oh, Qingming, why do you like to break the casserole so much now. Ask the end. Haha..."

Zhuo An smiled again, and looked at Qing Ming helplessly.

"No, I just think it's weird!"

Qingming smiled again, "My father is a big man, you still have questions to ask him."

Hearing what Qing Ming said, Zhuo An slapped another haha, even if this matter was revealed.

At this time, the door was opened again.

Ni Dayong came in with someone, a middle-aged man with a fat belly and a little bald head.

Looking at the man in front of him, it was this way of opening, and Zhuo An was also relieved.

The man and Ni Dayong both came up laughing, both holding a cigarette in their hands. Obviously, they had a very happy chat along the way.