Cheng Jiahe asked the waiter for a glass of red wine, and he held the long handle of the goblet very much, shaking it gently, watching the red liquid flow slowly along the transparent glass, which was very helpful.

Including the waiter who was shaking in front of him, he was so delicious. In his opinion, those who could drink foreign wine in such places these days were all high-end, high-end, rich people like him!

When Cheng Mingxian, dressed in student outfit, came slowly from outside the door, Cheng Jiahe was stunned!

I haven't seen you for half a year, and this girl has a bit of a taste.

The tight medium-gray cheongsam covers the girl's delicate figure, two shiny braids on the front chest, and under the bangs are the lips with thin willow eyebrows and almond eyes. If you have to find a word to describe it, it is pure and beautiful. Yes, it is the pure water-like and rich shadowy way of the literati!

Cheng Jiahe was very sure that Gao Jincun would definitely buy it when he saw him. He even thought a little shamelessly that men's women outside were of good looks, which to a certain extent reflects his level. If Cheng Jiahe had found a woman for a long time, he would never look for the so-called Qinhuai prostitutes, and no longer care about the jass of a small family. Instead, he had to taste the taste of a pure female student!

He stood up and owed his body with a smile on his face, with a hint of inadvertent embarrassment and discomfort, but he was soon covered up by the intimacy and friendship he called out, "Oh! My daughter is here, let the second uncle take a look, oh, she has grown taller and beautiful too!"

Cheng Mingxian sat opposite Cheng Jiahe calmly. However, the butler Jixiang knew that he was uneasy, but he dared not speak out.

"Jixiang, please sit together. You are away from home. It's not as ugly as our family's rules. It's so ugly to stand on the side!" Cheng Mingxian pulled Jixiang and saw Jixiang not daring to sit, so she looked at Cheng Jiahe, "I'm right, my second uncle?"

Cheng Jiahe slapped Jixiang on the shoulder with a palm, "Who said it's not? Jixiang, why don't you listen to our young lady! Just sit down if you let me sit!"

Jixiang had to sit next to Cheng Jiahe in compliance, but his butt had not fallen on the purple-red sofa chair, and he immediately jumped up, "Ah! Why... it's soft, as if sitting empty!" He looked at Cheng Jiahe nervously, "Master, I... I really don't dare to sit! I feel safer when I go home and sit on the small stool! Hehe..."

Cheng Jiahe frowned and spat at him, "Look at your bear who can't stand on the wall! It's so fucking! Go, squat out of the gate, don't be ashamed and conspicuous as me!"

"Hey!" Jixiang immediately ran out of the door excitedly like a prisoner who had just received the amnesty order!

Looking at Jixiang's funny back, Cheng Mingxian covered her mouth and laughed, turned her head to look at Cheng Jiahe, "Uncle II, aren't you just here to see me? Or... what happened at home?" She didn't say much to this master when she was at home, and now she felt that he was not that scary.

Cheng Jiahe did not answer her directly, and picked up the wine glass in front of her, "The red wine here is not as authentic as the French restaurant that the Nanjing government has treated. That year, Commander Fang of the Security Bureau and I were drunk there," he took a sip and sucked in exaggeratedly, "It feels so comfortable! Why, let me have some of my niece?"
Chapter completed!