Nan Song hurriedly explained and smiled, "A great master, he is so handsome!"
Hearing this, Luo Junheng frowned, walked to the wine cabinet, took two crystal glasses, poured the wine, and called Nan Song over.
"Come and have a drink to keep the cold away."
"oh."
Nan Song has always been a good boy in front of his elder brother, doing whatever he is told and walking to the bar in a good-natured manner.
Looking at the new logo on the wine bottle, Nan Song raised his head and took a sip, tasting it and said, "It tastes good. Is this the new wine from the winery?"
Luo Junheng said "hmm".
"Have you received the wine that Fourth Brother and I sent you before?"
Nan Song blinked his watery eyes and looked at his elder brother, "Have you tried it? How does it taste?"
Luo Junheng raised his deep eyes and said, "General."
"..."
Nan Song suddenly curled his lips, "It's obviously very delicious, but what's wrong with your tongue? Then next time the fourth brother and I taste delicious wine, we will only send it to the second brother, the third brother and the younger brother, not you."
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Angry, Chi Guoguo threatens!
Luo Junheng took a puff of cigarette, raised his eyebrows, and said lightly: "I asked the winery to brew thirty bottles according to that taste. Is that enough?"
Upon hearing this, Nan Song changed his face instantly and nodded wildly, "That's enough, that's enough!"
She raised her wine glass and touched it lightly with the wine glass in Luo Junheng's hand, and smiled, "I knew that my eldest brother loves me the most."
"no way."
Luo Junheng was full of helplessness, "It is a family tradition to spoil your sister."
Nan Song: "Hehe."
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After drinking some wine, a lot of the chill was really driven away from my body, which made me feel hot and dry.
Nan Song's dark eyes became blurred, his face was rosy, and there was a tear mole under his eye, which made him look delicate and soft.
Not long after Luo Junheng finished smoking a cigarette, he lit another one and wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction.
"Brother..."
She softly disliked him, "Smoking too much is bad for your health, so smoke less."
Luo Junheng raised his eyes lightly, and the white smoke hid the emotions in his eyes. He could only hear him whisper: "Family tradition, we can't give up."
"Where do you get all these family traditions?"
Nan Song groaned dissatisfied, "No wonder my sister-in-law said before, 'The fog over Birmingham is the smoke exhaled by the Shelby family.' It's absolutely true. You promised her to quit."
Luo Junheng lowered his gaze, and the long eyelashes above his blue eyes trembled slightly. The sparks in the cigarette held between his slender fingertips were extinguishing clearly, just like the light in his eyes.
The atmosphere was silent for a while, as if the whole world had become quiet.
"yes."
His deep and hoarse voice sounded softly, and his eyes turned to an oil painting hanging on the wall. On the oil painting, there were two beautiful women.
Two girls who are like angels.
Twenty-year-old Nan Song, and twenty-five-year-old Sophia.
His sister, and his... wife.
Luo Junheng looked at that beautiful, pure, Chinese-Western face that haunted him, and his eyes as blue as the sea, as if he had fallen into an abyss of eternal destruction.
"But she's gone, isn't she?"
His hoarse and sad voice seemed to come from his heart, which was sad to hear.
"I miss sister Xi."
Nan Song stared at the beautiful and gentle woman in the oil painting, "Brother, do you miss her?"
"Yeah. All the time."
Luo Junheng took a puff of cigarette and said, "If I don't smoke, I can't help but miss her. But if I smoke, I miss her even more."