When Huo Jinxi went downstairs, Mu Qian opened a bottle of new wine, poured it into a cup and took a sip, then put it down and sighed a long time.

Before she finished sighing, she saw Huo Jinxi walking down from the building.

The dim light seemed to be unable to shine on his face, and only a black figure, tall and tall, silent and silent.

Mu Qian suddenly suspected that he was dreaming.

In those dim dreams in his early years, he went further and further away in this posture.

But at this moment, he was getting closer and closer.

It was not until he walked to the bar that Mu Qian realized that it was not a dream.

She suddenly laughed.

Huo Jinxi looked at her and his eyes fell on the opened wine bottles in front of her. All three or four wines were drunk just a little bit and then placed there.

Seeing this, Mu Qian explained: "These wines are too strong, and they don't seem to be suitable for women to drink."

Speaking of this, she seemed to remember something and stood up from the chair, "Forget it, I'd better go out and drink."

Although she woke up, she did not take off her makeup or change her clothes before going to bed, so it is convenient to go out directly now.

Mu Qian picked up his cell phone and turned around and was about to walk out.

"I'll find you what wine you want."

Huo Jinxi's voice came from behind. Mu Qian turned around and saw him sitting down on the sofa next to him, looking at her quietly.

She suspected that she had heard it wrong, "Really?"

Huo Jinxi nodded.

So Mu Qian returned to the bar and sat down to look at him, "Can you want any wine?"

This time Huo Jinxi did not respond again, but he was already the default attitude.

Mu Qian then thought about it for a long time and found that he knew very little about good wine, and only said one of the most popular ones: "1982 Lafite?"

Huo Jinxi picked up his cell phone and quickly sent a message out. Then he asked without raising his head: "Is there any?"

"Yes." Seeing the situation was gratifying, Mu Qian immediately picked up his phone, opened the search engine and checked it. He quickly reported a bunch of names that were found, "Romaniconte in 1990, Pertus in 1992, Margot in 2009... Oh, here I say that the Lafite tastes better in 1869. Can I find wine for more than 100 years? Wow, there is still a hundred years of Maotai? I really want to try what it tastes..."

While she was checking, she reported the name of the wine.

Huo Jinxi always just looked at her quietly, and occasionally lowered her hair and sent a message or two.

Half an hour later, the doorbells of the apartment began to be ringed one after another.

The people who came to deliver the wine were divided into several batches, including wine brokers, winery owners, and even Huo Jinxi's childhood friend He Jingchen.

Compared with other respectful and careful people, He Jingchen's mentality is naturally different. He shouted as soon as he entered the door: "What's wrong with you in the middle of the night? You can't sleep without a few sips of wine, right? Kangdi, who was in 1990, was it okay. My family happened to have Lafite in 1869? Why did you remember it? Where did I get it for you?"

After he finished speaking, he saw Mu Qian sitting next to the bar and was stunned for a moment.

Mu Qian was filled with red wine. When he saw him, he smiled and shook his head at him.

He Jingchen immediately understood and looked at Huo Jinxi, "Oh, it's midnight, why did I say that I'm so busy with so many people..."

After saying that, he walked up and shook hands with Mu Qian, "My name is He Jingchen. I saw it last time at Jiangnan Mansion. Do you remember?"

Mu Qian just smiled, "Of course I remember."

The hands the two of them had just released, and the doorbell rang again. This time, Rong Heng came in and brought the century-old Moutai aged wine that Mu Qian wanted.

Mu Qian put the wine he had asked for in this hour in front of him in a neat shape. The first thing he did was to take out his cell phone to take a photo, and muttered while taking the photo: "It's amazing, I have a million people, tsk tsk..."

He Jingchen stood beside him and sighed: "A concubine riding on the red dust, no one knows it's red wine..."

Huo Jinxi only glanced at him and took a check on him.

He Jingchen looked at him in shock, "What do you mean? You didn't treat me like that, right? He shouted me in the middle of the night and drove me away in front of such a bunch of good wine? How could I drink two bottles with Qianqian? "

He said that, and then leaned over to the bar. Rong Heng grabbed him and looked at him, "What's the good thing in the middle of the night? You won't go to work tomorrow?"

Rong Heng pulled He Jingchen out of the apartment without saying a word. Standing in front of the elevator, He Jingchen couldn't help but sigh: "It's over, your second brother is about to be faint..."

"What's the dizziness?" Rong Heng was puzzled.

He Jingchen glanced at him, "The stupid lord is so stupid!"

...

After trying five kinds of red wines in succession, Mu Qian laughed out loud, lay on the bar, looking at Huo Jinxi sitting opposite her through the gap between the bottles, "I am really a vulgar person. I can't drink such a good red wine, so I can't drink it... I'm so embarrassed to waste Mr. Huo's intentions."

There was also a wine glass in front of Huo Jinxi, but he just watched Mu Qian drink glass after glass from beginning to end, and he didn't move.

While Mu Qian was embarrassed, he reached out to the bottle of Moutai.

Huo Jinxi finally reached out and grabbed her hand.

Mu Qian frowned slightly at him, "What do you mean? You said you are generous, so why don't you let me drink it?"

"After drinking red wine, don't drink white wine again." Huo Jinxi replied.

After hearing this, Mu Qian couldn't help laughing again, pulled his hand back, looked up at him, "Even if I'm drunk and drunk, no one will blame you... No one will be so right and wrong, you don't have to be afraid of taking responsibility..."

After saying that, she reached out to get the bottle of wine, but Huo Jinxi held his wrist again.

"What does it mean?" Mu Qian seemed to react afterwards, "Is Mr. Huo caring about me? Speaking of which, were you a little nice to me today? Just one word from me, you sent so much wine to get so much wine. Why do I feel like I missed a plot?"

"I also want to know what plot I missed." Huo Jinxi looked at her and spoke slowly.

Mu Qian blinked, "Can anyone who looks at the overall situation like Mr. Huo may miss the plot? Which part? Should I tell you and discuss it?"

Huo Jinxi looked at her quietly, but after a long time, he didn't say anything again.

I had looked at her face carefully before and could feel that her eyes were not the same as before. At that time, he thought it was because of hatred.

Because she hated him, the real emotions she looked at him, leaving only coldness and confusion.

But if a person has lost everything, what else can be left in his eyes?
Chapter completed!