"Oh, it turns out President Obama thinks so too. I thought no one had the same hobbies as me, and no one else could get used to this drink."

"I put a lot of Coptis chinensis in it. Others said it was bitter. It seems that I met a soulmate today."

Upon hearing this, Obama's expression changed slightly. It was fleeting, but he was still caught by Jun Zhiyuan. A sneer rose in his heart. Is it bitter? The bitterness is yet to come.

In fact, Jun Zhiyuan was really hard to swallow. It was a bitter experience for Obama. He was obviously trying to flatter him, but in exchange for Jun Zhiyuan's reaction,

Jun Zhiyuan prefers the wine made from bitter coptis. It has a strong and mellow aroma. It is bitter first and then sweet. It is put to death and then reborn. However, no one can taste the sweetness after experiencing the bitterness.

, I already have a psychological shadow, so I can’t taste it,

This wine is just like Jun Zhiyuan, it makes people so unforgettable that they can taste wine and taste life, but Jun Zhiyuan is a person whose taste is incomprehensible. He could obviously force Obama to hand over people, but he didn't.

, accompany Obama in such a performance,

Jun Zhiyuan remained calm and said with a smile: "Come on, Mr. Obama, let's continue and have three drinks."

So Obama had to bite the bullet and have three drinks with Jun Zhiyuan. He thought that was the end, but in fact it was not. In Obama's heart, he became more and more afraid of men like Jun Zhiyuan.

It's terrible. He's always so calm. He's seen through so many people, but he can't see through the man in front of him. If he can't see through, that's Bioba. Obama knows this.

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At present, he only has one thought in his mind, that is, time will pass quickly, pass quickly, and send this god back to his place as soon as possible.

But Obama forgot this sentence. It is always easier to ask God than to give him away. Now that Jun Zhiyuan is here, how can he go back so easily? At least he must give it a good hard time.

After three cups, Obama's mouth was numb with bitterness. Even the breath he exhaled had a slight taste of coptis, which was very bitter.

Jun Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows and clapped his hands: "Mr. Obama is really brave, I like it."

But when Obama listened to Jun Zhiyuan's words, which he didn't know whether they were complimentary or derogatory, he could only smile bitterly in his heart. His reputation was ruined in one day, and he still pretended to enjoy it.
Chapter completed!