The drunken goose

Even Yuan Zhou's reputation deserved a taste of it. Moreover, Qiu hai knew Qiu Xinyuan well. Although he looked honest and honest, he was actually full of evil tricks. Nothing good would come out of him jumping out.

Qiu Xinyuan was not angry at being rejected without hesitation. He was just trying his best to turn a motorcycle into a car. It was good to take a gamble. Even if he could not, it was fine. He would not lose anything.

Just as Chou hai was about to ask again what kind of wine it was, a strong aroma of wine swept over.

"It's so fragrant. What a rich wine aroma. Although there's still the fragrance of meat in it, the aroma of this wine is too fragrant. It's very similar to the red rice wine from Guangdong, but it's not quite like the ones I've drunk before." Chou hai couldn't help but sniff in the direction of the fragrance, trying to distinguish the smell.