northernbook Chapter Four Hundred and Fourteen
Chapter Four Hundred and Fourteen
He didn't eat with jealousy like before, but looked at Ye Ran quietly.
Sister Hua said jokingly.
"Has our little Hongli really grown up? He can be so calm when there is a fire in the backyard.
"Have you learned not to be jealous? Or have you forgotten to be jealous?"
Then he said to Ye Ran: "Miss Ye, be careful next time, don't be found again, I can't stop this person from going crazy.
In a word, it didn't make Song Hongli angry, but made Ye Ran very embarrassed.
Isn't the inner meaning of those words just to seduce others by yourself?
In order to avoid embarrassment, Ye Ran hurried into her own room.
The three Song Hongli were left to look at each other.
With a smile, Sister Hua looked at the escaped back of the person in front of her, and felt unusually comfortable.
Sister Hua has never been a mean person, let alone a gossip person, but whenever she sees Ye Ran's affection for Su Zhaoxue, her heart is always uncomfortable.
It seems that the place where the nose should be attached, but it is attached to a mouth, that feeling is just two words - awkward!
As soon as Song Hongli entered the room, he smelled a smell of smoke.
He frowned tightly and walked to the bedroom.
Seeing Su Zhaoxue lying quietly on the bed, her eyes were slightly closed.
The slender eyelashes cover the eyelids, making people want to kiss them.
This beautiful you, and the Devil-like you, which one is the real you?
Song Hongli leaned over and kissed Su Zhaoxue's slightly closed eyes.
In fact, the sound insulation of the house is good, but Su Zhaoxue still listened to what Sister Hua said just now.
After all, if a person speaks at your door, you don't want to hear it.
She was a little surprised by Song Hongli's reaction. If it were normal, that person would have jumped up like a hair.
But today, it was unusually calm.
Is it because of Shen Qinghan?
If she's here, you won't care about me anymore?
Feeling that Song Hongli had put on his own eyes, Su Zhaoxue opened his eyes subconsciously.
Looking at Song Hongli's face magnified in front of me, I only felt a warm current pouring out of my heart, washing my heart for loving Song Hongli.
Su Zhaoxue put her arms around Song Hongli's neck and stroked Song Hongli's back through her coat.
Maybe he went outside just now, Song Hongli's body exudes a fresh smell of grass and wood, which is a kind of smell belonging to nature.
Su Zhaoxue buried her head in Song Hongli's neck and sniffed greedily.
It made Song Hongli fascinated and whispered in his mouth: "What's wrong? Missing me for a while?"
The servants downstairs had called them to go downstairs for dinner more than once, but they were all splendidly ignored by them.
In the end, Su Zhaoxue still retained a trace of rationality, maybe it was jealousy at work.
She pushed Song Hongli away, holding her own hand, slightly tidied up her clothes, and went out, leaving only one sentence: "It's time to eat!
Song Hongli stared blankly at the back of Su Zhaoxue leaving, and then looked at the coat that Su Zhaoxue had thrown on the chair.
The ghosts and gods stepped forward and touched the inner arms of the clothes.
Immediately feeling something hard, Song Hongli's hands trembled slightly, and he took out the dark guns one by one.
In the evening, Shen Qinghan, Ye Wei, Sister Hua, Song Hongli, Su Zhaoxue, and Ye Ran all sat together to eat.
Shen Qinghan celebrates everyone being able to get together in France.
I specially asked the maid to cook a large table of dishes, whether it was Western or Chinese, it looked like a five-star restaurant.
To a certain extent, Song Hongli's dream of... a full-fledged Manchurian banquet was fulfilled =
Such a table of good dishes, plus six handsome guys and beauties, not accompanied by fine wine, how can it be worthy of the audience?
Shen Qinghan smiled and asked the servant to take out a few bottles of red wine from the wine warehouse.
When the wine was brought up, Sister Hua couldn't help but her eyes lit up. As a bar owner, she was also a wine lover.
How could she not know what the bottles of wine Shen Qinghan brought up were.
The wine is dark and bright, with a unique and rich aroma.
The wine is concentrated in structure, round and thick, bright and delicate, proud and unique.
Rabin '96 from Bordeaux, France.
Not only is the supply very hard to find, but the quantity is also very scarce.
Even a professional wine collector can own a bottle, but Shen Qinghan actually took out several bottles at once.
Sister Hua aimed at the smiling Shen Qinghan, who is this woman? She easily obtained the rare wine king in the world, living in such a luxurious villa, with an unknown mysterious identity.
How did she achieve this step, and how did her husband die?
I don't know if it was because of the beautiful scenery or because of the beauties, Song Hongli started pouring wine into his mouth cup by cup, almost drinking the red wine as white water, pitying the good wine king, making Sister Hua very distressed.
After a few glasses of wine, his face was already a little flushed, and he was obviously a little drunk.
Song Hongli grinned at Sister Hua, that meant it clearly, I just drink like this, what's the matter with you?
Shen Qinghan smiled and watched Song Hongli pour his own wine king into his mouth like boiled water. Not only did he not show a distressed color of 467 points, but he laughed even more arrogantly.
Su Zhaoxue sat next to Song Hongli, her head was kept low, she couldn't see her expression, no one knew what she was thinking except herself.
She knew that Song Hongli was in a bad mood, maybe she just rejected him?
Maybe it's because of that woman?
This person is always like this, when he is sad, he drinks, and every time he drinks, he has to get drunk before giving up.
Su Zhaoxue reached out and grabbed the wine glass that Song Hongli brought to his mouth, "Stop drinking.
Song Hongli looked at Su Zhaoxue in confusion, his lips slightly opened, and the breath he exhaled blew on Su Zhaoxue's face.
Su Zhaoxue only felt a strong aroma of alcohol mixed with Song Hongli's aroma, which made her feel a little drunk too.
Su Zhaoxue turned her head and didn't look at Song Hongli's expression, but still held Song Hongli's wine glass tightly.
Song Hongli looked at Su Zhaoxue's reaction with a smile, broke Su Zhaoxue's hand holding the quilt with the other hand, raised his head, and poured another glass of wine into it.
After drinking, he showed a big smile at Su Zhaoxue.
Su Zhaoxue looked at Song Hongli's slightly provocative smile coldly, and said nothing.
Ask for a monthly pass.