C225 Yin Yang Face

Qiu Feiying reached for the bottle. I also pretended to pour the wine for him. During the argument, my hand slipped and the bottle fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

"Sorry, the wine is broken." I laughed.

Qiu Feiying's face twitched a few times, then he chuckled: "It's fine, it's just a bottle of wine! Bartender, give me a bottle of Martelli! "

I gave the bartender another look