Xinya's father started to hold the wine, and Ye Cong hurriedly put down his chopsticks and picked up the wine glass in his hand.
"I know that our Ya'er has a degree or not, a specialty or not. She can take her younger brothers and sisters to school, and she can make so much money every month because of noble people like you. This is her blessing. This glass of wine I respect you and thank you for taking care of our Ya'er these two years."
"Dad, he is injured and cannot drink." Xinya spat out the bones in his mouth, hurriedly reached out and took the wine glass from Ye Cong's hand, and subconsciously protected it in his arms to prevent Ye Cong from drinking.
Xinmiao bit her chopsticks and said with a smile: "Sister, are you so worried about Brother Ye?"
Xinya suddenly raised his head and looked at Ye Cong, who now had a smile on his face.
Xin Ya swallowed the saliva in one gulp. Why did she feel like someone was telling her her thoughts
But how could she like her boss
The person the boss likes is Lin Zixin.
Ye Cong slowly reached out and took the wine glass from Xinya's hand, "Of course I have to drink uncle's toast. It's just a minor injury, it doesn't matter."
Xinya watched Ye Cong turn around and her eyes fell on his shoulder. She didn't think it was a minor injury at all.
"Ye Cong is a junior, how can I let my uncle toast me? I would like to toast this glass of wine to my uncle. Thank you uncle for teaching Ya'er such a good daughter. I didn't do anything for her. Instead, she worked hard and made a lot of money for our company." It’s less money, I should respect my uncle for that.”
Ye Cong said it without saying a word or being humble. When he said that Xinya helped them make money, he specifically looked back at Xinya, but it was just a glance.
Xinya's father looked at the man who had done it first, with more recognition in his eyes than before.
Xinya wanted to say something else, but Ye Cong had already drank the wine. What else could she say? Just when Dad was about to pour the wine, Xinya hurriedly took the wine glass over and said, "You can't drink it anymore, and you can't drink it either, Dad."
"Sister, I feel so bad for Brother Ye that I don't even let dad drink to his heart's content." Xin Miao tutted, still holding her chin with one hand, looking at Xin Ya with a pair of big eyes exactly like Xin Ya's.
Xin Ya raised her foot and wanted to kick Xin Miao opposite her, but Ye Cong, who was beside her, suddenly approached her ear and whispered, "You kicked me."
Sprout: “…”
Xin Ya suddenly retracted her legs. Was God going to kill her
Seeing her sister's deflated appearance, Xinmiao smiled even more cheerfully.
"Have a drink to enjoy yourself. You really can't drink too much. I'll have a drink with my uncle if I have a chance." Ye Cong glanced at the woman holding the wine glass, but he said it to Xinya's father.
After hearing this, Xinya was relieved.
Xinya's mother was a little worried when she looked at her daughter. It wasn't that she had any problem with Ye Cong, but that Ye Cong was so good that her family couldn't even compete with her.
He has extraordinary conversational skills and a good family background.
But what do their sprouts have
The rest of the time was basically spent by Xinya's father chatting with Ye Cong. Ye Cong usually doesn't talk much, but Xinya didn't expect that he could still chat with his father, about crop harvests, small farmer economy, etc. wait.
Xinya felt that he probably didn't know any of this, for example, he didn't know what a greenhouse was.
Xinya served him some vegetables in a bad way, giving him whatever he didn't like to eat. However, Ye Cong just glanced at her and ate all the vegetables she gave him without changing his expression.
Xin Ya felt that this glance was a bit dangerous.