long love becomes ill

Chapter 45

In the afternoon, Mrs. Li just briefly introduced the layout of the place, saying that it is in the shape of a circle, with an open-air garden in the middle.

Qing Huan walked along the corridor and found that the villa was unusually large. Li Shenmu seemed to have turned it into his art gallery. She searched for several storage rooms, but finally found the wine room.

Qing Huan casually took a bottle in front of the rows of shelves, and went back the same way. She walked unhappily, so she walked around and found a studio.

When Li Shenmu came back, he had already finished eating. The man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the night scene outside. He didn't look back, but just waved to her.

Qing Huan walked over and handed him the red wine.

Li Shenmu lowered his eyes to look at the red wine she picked, seeing that it was Burgundy red wine, he smiled slightly.He actually took this kind of wine. Among his collections, he only loves Burgundy red wine, and even went to northern France to buy a local winery.

It's just that the production of this kind of wine is extremely low, and red wine collectors don't easily collect this kind of wine.Everyone in the industry knows that the local vineyards are originally too narrow and long, and changes in sunlight, climate, and soil humidity all have a great impact on wine.

Without opening the cork, there is no way to judge the quality of the wine.

Like him, there are few who directly buy vineyards and wineries.He loves to experience the joy of winemaking himself.

Li Shenmu found the corkscrew and went to open the red wine. Seeing Qing Huan standing aside, unusually well-behaved, he immediately curled his lips and said, "Go and pick a script."

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, followed his deep gaze, only to find the stack of documents he brought back.

Qing Huan walked over, turned around, and her eyes lit up.She flipped through a bunch of scripts, then picked one, and read it intently. Her curly eyelashes left small fan-shaped shadows under the light, which made her skin look like jade.

Li Shenmu looked down from her thin lips that were as pale as petals, his gaze passed over the delicate collarbone, and stayed at the neckline of her clothes, his gaze was dark.

Li Shenmu poured a glass of red wine and handed it to her.

Qing Huan didn't look up, and took it, her mind was immersed in the script all the time, and she was a little terrified when she read it.Although she is new to the entertainment industry, the story told by this script is really amazing. There are no domestic films with similar themes, and I don't know what kind of response this drama will cause.

Qing Huan finished the script, closed it, took a deep breath, raised her eyes and met Li Chenmu's deep eyes like the sea.

Li Shenmu's pupils are darker than ordinary people's, and Qing Huan has seen a very pale emerald color passing by several times, and thought it was his own dazzled eyes.

"Your eyes." She opened her mouth and stopped halfway.

Li Shenmu narrowed his eyes, held the wine glass with one hand, shook it, took a sip of the red wine, and said flatly: "My grandmother has a quarter of British blood."

Passed down to his generation, the foreign blood has been very weak, but the facial features are still deeper than those of oriental people, and the color of the pupils is also slightly different.

Qing Huan is dumb.

"How do you read the script?" Li Shenmu glanced at the script in her hand, and said calmly.

Qing Huan held the script tightly, nodded, and said, "Excellent."

The corners of Li Chenmu's mouth curved slightly, the man's slender body bent slightly, and put the red wine on the small coffee table in front of the sofa.

When he bent down, Qing Huan only felt a dark shadow falling over his head, she straightened her waist unconsciously, and moved back calmly, the next second, the cold breath on the man's body was suppressed.

(End of this chapter)