Deng Xiao was listening with great interest. He came to Sydney and patted him on the shoulder. "What are you doing squatting in a mysterious way? The cigars are out, and I still smoke there. "

"ha ha, nothing." Deng Xiao's face was red. He threw the extinguished cigar into the ashtray, got up and sat on the edge of the table. I don't know when the food had been served. There was a big hot table, full of color, fragrance and a bottle of champagne. Murong Xiaoxiao sits beside Deng Xiao and pours a full glass of wine for him, and then gives it to Wei xinman.

"Wei Xin,...