First marriage and love: hello, Mrs. Lu

Chapter 993
Gentleman Eric opened the chair for Mo Qian, let Mo Qian sit down, and then sat down on the main seat. "I specially invited a Chinese chef to cook today's dinner. I don't know that the taste is really not authentic."

"But red wine should be served with Chinese food?" Mo Qian asked after shaking the wine glass in front of her.But while shaking, Mo Qian smelled the aroma of this wine. It was a scent of ripe bell pepper, spices and leather that she had never smelled before. The wine had a gorgeous body and an extremely long aftertaste. .

When Mo Qian smelled this wine, she didn't care about drinking less. She took it up and sniffed it again, and then took a sip. The rich layering in the mouth made people really fascinated.

"This wine must not be simple." Mo Qian put down the glass and asked.

"Of course," Eric said with a smile, "this wine is a 1990 Romanée-Conti wine, and it's at its peak right now."

"It's actually Romanée-Conti. It's no wonder. In comparison, those Bordeaux wines seem a bit vulgar." Mo Qian shook the wine glass and said, "But of course, each has its own characteristics."

"But it seems that many of those wines are fried by you Chinese," Eric said.

"Are there many local tyrants in China?" Mo Qian asked with a smile.If you compare it to someone like Eric, those in China are nothing. Of course, if she talks about it, she still has a bit of Manchu royal blood, but she is also a real down-and-out aristocrat. It's really nothing in comparison.

"What is a local tyrant?" Eric still doesn't know much about Chinese vocabulary, after all, he has just started learning Chinese.

"Local tyrants refer to those wealthy people who are rich and powerful, without much taste and heritage. They used to refer to rich people in the countryside who are rich and have no taste, but now they mostly refer to people who are rich, consume irrationally, and like to show off," said Mo Qian.

"Taught," Eric replied in Chinese. "Chinese culture is really broad and profound"

"Of course." Mo Qian said, Chinese is so broad and profound. In terms of language, she actually prefers Chinese. French is too rigorous, and it is really strange that the French who advocate freedom and romance the most Use the most rigorous language.

"It seems that I still have a lot to learn in the future," Eric said.

"It's enough for you to study for a long time." Mo Qian raised her glass again and said.

Eric looked at Mo Qian and couldn't help picking up the wine glass and curling the corners of his mouth, it seemed that the bottle of wine was just right.

The old wine, of course, is not easy to keep strong. Eric saw that Mo Qian's face was already flushed, he smiled and then leaned over and asked, "Amber, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing?" Mo Qian sat there lazily like a cat, still maintaining the last sliver of reason. "Don't lean over"

"Why?" Eric still leaned closer and asked, the faint smell of alcohol entered Mo Qian's nose with the faint aroma of his body, and his deep voice was next to his ear, and Mo Qian felt that his whole body was crisp. The remaining sanity was also shot away.

"Because I want to eat you up," Mo Qian hooked Eric's chin and said.Then he leaned forward and kissed him, saying, "It's beautiful and delicious."

"This time, it was you who teased me again." Eric hugged Mo Qian, then left the restaurant and went upstairs to his room.

Mo Qian was thrown on the bed by Eric, and she unbuttoned her clothes one by one, and then the two young bodies intertwined together...

It was already noon when Mo Qian woke up the next day, remembering what happened last night, the pain in her body and the discomfort in that place, Mo Qian looked at Eric who was still asleep next to her, and she was really full. The bottle of good wine opened last night was for such a purpose.Mo Qian looked at Eric who was still sound asleep, kicked him directly and got up to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

Eric felt that someone had kicked him before he woke up. Looking at Mo Qianguang's back as he went to the bathroom, he smiled softly, got up himself, and went to the bathroom in another room to take a shower.

When I came back from the shower, I heard Mo Qian's phone ringing. Eric looked at the caller, it was in Chinese, it should be her friend in China, so he answered it directly, using a very convoluted and non-standard Mandarin said "hello"

"Hello." An Ruoyu was taken aback, but subconsciously replied, and glanced at it, it was Mo Qian's call, there was nothing wrong with it, what kind of rhythm was this.Just when An Ruoyu was in a daze, he heard a female voice speaking fluent French from behind the phone, talking to the man who answered the phone, and seemed to be very excited. Of course, An Ruoyu could recognize that voice was Mo Qiandao.

"Hey, little fish." After grabbing the phone, Mo Qian kicked Eric again, and then sat down on the sofa.

"Hey, Mo Qian, who was that person just now?" An Ruoyu asked curiously.

"Oh, not so important." Mo Qian said while leaning on the sofa and wiping her hair with a towel, and glanced at Eric on the side.Because what Mo Qian spoke was not only Chinese but also the local language of N city, Eric couldn't understand it, so he looked at Mo Qian with a good frown.But he felt that what she said should not be a good thing.So he also sat down and half hugged and half hugged Mo Qian, and said, "I don't like when you say things that I don't understand"

"What were you doing just now?" An Ruoyu just asked, when he heard the male voice on the other end of the phone who seemed to be very close to the phone now, and the tone seemed to be complaining.

"I'm Chinese, what can I say if I don't speak Chinese?" Mo Qian said the same as Eric.Thinking of what happened last night, she was still angry, so she deliberately communicated with An Ruoyu in N city dialect.

"You'll be French soon," Eric said.

"Wonderful thinking, sister, I'm patriotic," Mo Qian said, and pushed Eirc away with a slap, "You just stay with me and don't bother me to talk on the phone, I didn't settle the bill with you last night Well, hey, let's continue," Mo Qian said.

"Who is that? The voice sounds good, and he's so close to you, boyfriend?" An Ruoyu asked.

"I think the title P friends is more suitable for us." Mo Qian shook her mid-length hair and said, the chic posture and the exposed white and tender collarbone made Eric's mouth dry again.

"Ah..." An Ruoyu raised his forehead and said, "You are an artist after all, okay?" Friends P, thanks to her, she can tell.

"It was originally, and don't you also know that our circle is chaotic?" Mo Qian said indifferently.

"But I know you are not a random person," An Ruoyu said.

"Who told me that it couldn't be that the one you mentioned last time seems to be an earl? Isn't it?" Gossip is a woman's nature, An Ruoyu was sleepy at first, but when she hears such gossip, it's better for herself The friend's gossip asked excitedly.

"It's that guy" Mo Qian said with a sideways glance at Eric.

(End of this chapter)