Marry To True Love!

Every scene in the dream, every sentence, every action of Su Shaoqian, thinking about it, seems that those scenes have become real

I don't know what he's doing now, whether he thinks about her, if he's sad because she's gone. Thinking about it, his crooked lips disappear again

"How's the alphabet and spelling semiotics going?" Above his head, suddenly came a man's slow voice.

Bai Xi looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly recovered from his loss. He looked down in a panic and grabbed the pen with the exercise book: "poor, almost..."

"Really..."

"Of course, I'm so smart that I can learn this kind of thing very quickly."

Bai Xi put the paper and pen on the tea table, lying on the edge of the sofa and looking up at him: "have you had dinner? I want to eat spicy chicken. Would you like to have some

The man focused on looking at the book in his hand, the knuckle distinct finger slightly buckled on the yellowing paper, particularly good-looking: "the chef can't cook Chinese food."

"I can do it."

"I can do it myself," she said

Qian xizuo nodded and suddenly closed the book: "when I test you, the letters and spelling symbols have learned, you can eat."

…… What is this?

How did she feel like she was in a hurry to get into college? From a teacher to a student in an instant, but also be pressed step by step, this sense of gap is too big, she can not bear it for a moment.

"You You wait for me to review After a full meal I'll try again... "

With a dry smile, she picked up a cookie from the tea table and took a bite: "I'll go to dinner first Eat... "

Qian xizuo glanced at her, didn't speak, hung his head and continued to read his book.

It should be default.

She swallowed the biscuit in her mouth, crept past him and trotted to the kitchen.

In fact, she doesn't really want to eat spicy chicken. She just wants some food that she often eats in China. In this way, her sense of loss will be lighter, so that she can temporarily forget that she has come to France, and I'll probably never go back in my life

A few French chefs stood aside and were used to cooking like art. They were very disdainful of her cooking skills, but they were not easy to say anything. They just whispered together. Bai Xi was not in the mood to guess what they said. After frying, they put them into the plate and walked out.

It's out of place.

She was out of place with the life and the people here.

Spicy chicken crispy smell into the nose, with a bright golden color, looks particularly appetizing, but she is suddenly not very hungry.

The two meter long dining table is exquisitely and luxuriantly arranged. Several candlelight lamps are placed on the grid like tablecloth, and a few bottles of elegant orchids bloom quietly under the crystal lamp. This is the peaceful life she has always dreamed of. There is no hatred, no conspiracy, no suspicion

But there was a man missing, a man who would quarrel with her for an hour over a piece of spicy chicken, a man with a livid face who said he wanted to go but was shaking in front of her all the time, a man who designed her own wedding ring

She frowned and her eyes fell on the shining diamond ring on her ring finger. After a long gaze, she raised her hand to cover her face.

In this world, there is no man more suitable for her than Su Shaoqian, and there is no more

Only in a short day, she has been thinking about him, thinking about going crazy, waking up full of him, dreams are all about him

"Are you praying?" Ear, suddenly came the familiar man's voice.

She looked up, a pair of misty water eyes still have not faded sadness: "I want to drink..."

If you are drunk, you can let your thoughts spread wildly, and you don't need to suppress them

Qian xizuo looked at her, there was no emotion in the gem like black eyes. He stopped and turned to walk out: "follow me."

Bai Xi sucked his nose, stood up and went out with him.

Qian xizuo took her to the wine cellar in the backyard. Two maids were cleaning up the wine rack inside. Seeing Qian xizuo bringing her in, she looked at each other as if she were very surprised. She quickly put down her work and retired.

Although Bai Xi has lived here for several months, it is his first time to come to his wine cellar.

The wine rack made of dark purple red sandalwood is divided into six rows, evenly spaced and standing in the wine cellar. The wine rack is carved with fine and smooth grooves, parallel or vertical. In each groove, a bottle of red wine is placed in each groove. The arrangement is like holding a grand military parade. It is shining with attractive luster under thousands of bright small crystal lamps.

So much red wine, even if you drink a bottle every day, it will take more than ten years to drink it? Too wasteful, too wasteful, too extravagant, too extravagant!

Qian xizuo walked slowly to the last wine rack, raised his hand to take down one of the bottles of red wine, and looked at it carefully.Bai Xi came over and took a look. He didn't understand. He raised his hand and poked at the bottle: "it's just this bottle."

"This is a 45 year old laromane conte, which my grandfather sold at Christie's

The man slightly side head looks at her, bright lamplight but cannot compare his eye in bright: "want to taste?"

Although Baixi has no research on red wine, she still has common sense. The older the wine is, the higher the price will be, not to mention 1945. What's more, what he said about La is a valuable brand. She just wants to get drunk so that she can forget her unhappiness for a while, but she doesn't want to spoil good things.

"No

She waved her hand in a hurry, but she didn't dare to poke at the bottle: "it's too wasteful for me to drink such a valuable red wine, and I don't know how to taste wine I'll take the cheapest one for a few dozen yuan

Qian xizuo looked at her with a very serious and serious expression: "you think, I'm here A bottle of red wine for dozens of dollars? "

If Su Shaoqian said this sentence, she would be gnashing her teeth. She would like to pry her head out to see what was inside. Because her words had already doubted his taste. However, speaking from this man, she was very serious and curious, even without a trace of anger.

But Bai Xi still reacted and said something wrong.

For people like him, how can the wine that is willing to put into the wine cellar be worth only tens of yuan? I'm afraid each bottle needs more than six figures