Chapter 300 Kicked?

The box door was closed, and the excitement of the bar was isolated. Larry Foster picked up the remote control and pressed it, and the curtains of a whole wall automatically separated, revealing a floor-to-ceiling window. Through this one-way floor-to-ceiling window, the lively scene of the bar on the first floor comes into view again. Felix Bush sat on the black leather sofa, his eyes deep, his eyebrows twisted and his mouth stretched. Larry Foster looked at him, opened a bottle of red wine from the table, and then pushed the bottle to him. "What's the matter?" He opened another bottle of wine for himself. "As soon as you come, you will keep a straight face." Felix Bush didn't sGale Watson, picked up the bottle and poured a glass of red wine, shook it a few times, and then gulped it down. Pour another cup in silence. Larry Foster silently looked at him and drank three glasses of red wine in one breath. When he poured the fourth cup, he finally caught his arm and stopped him. A