President spoils the dark wife

The man's beautiful face, light blue fine grid shirt, loosely rolled up at the wrist, simple and slightly gorgeous, and a few unspeakable sexy, just like the prince who just threw away his evening dress after attending a luxury banquet.

Seeing Mo Yiran's face blackened when he was teased, Qin Yu laughed happily, raised his hand, raised the wine cup in his hand and said, "you two, do you need a cup to warm up?"

Mo Yiran's remaining anger did not disappear. He coldly reminded: "no, it's not good to drink on an empty stomach in the morning!"

However, Mo Yiran's voice just fell, but Bai Shengyan happily waved to the maid not far away: "honey, pour me a cup, thank you!"

"Ah Yan, you..."

Mo Yiran was stunned.

"Ranran, Qin Yu has good taste. There are no bargains in his wine. You can't ask for it!" Bai Shengyan pulled Mo Yiran and whispered in her ear.

After saying that, Bai Shengyan thought of something and shouted at the maid, "I want the same wine as your four gentlemen!"

Mo Yiran was so angry that he almost carried his breath away. He wanted to kill this worthless man every minute with an eight meter long knife.

"Ranran, Raffi in '82."

Bai Shengyan took a sip, his eyes were stunned, and he whispered in Mo Yiran's ear.

Mo Yiran was stunned when she heard the speech. She coughed and waved to the maid who hadn't gone far: "honey, I want a drink too."

Maid: "

Qin Yu had expected it. He sat on the sofa with his lips pursed. Looking at the two women sitting opposite who were clinking glasses, he hooked his lips with a smile and didn't speak.

Mo Yiran and Bai Shengyan, two worthless people bought by a bottle of wine, are crossing their legs and enjoying themselves in the leather sofa, drinking wine and looking slightly drunk.

In fact, no wonder Mo Yiran is worthless.

Few people who spent Lafite in 82 will buy it to blow out the bottle directly. Most people either drink it slowly or store it. Moreover, many people are red wine collectors. They buy it back to wait for appreciation.

Buy it back and sell it for a few years, and the next one will be for several years. By analogy, a bottle of wine is likely to be sold for more than ten years, and no one will drink it.

Secondly, Lafite is also a long-running business. They will not release a large amount of wine at one time, and there are quantitative restrictions on the same buyer.

What's more, there are many fake wines on the market.

This year's wine, as Bai Shengyan said, can be met but not sought.

Mo Yiran is rich, but he doesn't spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy a bottle of wine.

I remember the last time I drank, it was Baisheng Yan's birthday. Several friends opened a bottle in private.

Of course, I've been distressed to open that bottle of wine and smoke for a long time.

Although the wine was sent by Yan binwei.

Now, Qin Yu opened one morning casually. How can Mo Yiran let go?

"If you like, come back next time. I still have a lot there. I'm tired of drinking."

Qin Yu said with a slow smile.

Mo Yiran is carefully sipping the wine, and his face is a little black.

Tired of drinking?

"In fact, I always think it's not good to drink red wine in the morning. I want to marry a virtuous and gentle wife and get up early every day to make me a cup of warm honey lemonade. As for the rest of the red wine, she can drink it at will."

Qin Yu took a sip of red wine and continued to smile gently.

Bai Shengyan put down the wine cup with a "pop", walked to Qin Yu opposite with a serious face, sat down, blinked, gently pulled the man's hand that didn't take the wine, and looked gentle: "master, don't say anything, I'll marry! Don't say soaking lemonade, let me plant lemon trees!"

"No, I seem to be able to see Yan binwei on his way to clean his gun."

Qin Yu took his hand out of the woman's hand and refused with a fake smile.

"That's a pity."

Bai Sheng's smoke eyes were sad, and she couldn't bear to drink.

Mo Yiran looked at the invitation card just left on the tea table and sighed. It's time to get down to business.

"Cough!"

Mo Yiran put down the wine cup in his hand, put a fist in front of his lips and coughed twice. Then he picked up the invitation card on the tea table and handed it to Qin Yu.

Qin Yu glanced at the wedding invitation and smiled: "if you didn't say you came to send the invitation today, I thought you were going to invite me to a tearful funeral."

As he spoke, he looked at the two women all black and joked with their eyes.

Mo Yiran didn't reply. She just held up the wedding invitation and looked at the man quietly.

Seeing Mo Yiran didn't reply, Qin Yu stopped teasing them. He straightened up and took the high-grade envelope from Mo Yiran's hand.

The man took it and fell back into the sofa, like a goshawk with eyes and feathers.

He looked at the word "Xi" on the fire paint, raised his eyebrows, turned his head sideways, smiled at Bai Shengyan and said, "the little girl in the past has grown up and is going to get married. Ah Yan, Yan binwei, if he knew that your bride to be proposed to me a few minutes ago, would he be in shock."

"Qin Yu, you are mistaken. I am the bride to be, not ah Yan."

Mo Yiran said with a smile.

After hearing Mo Yiran's words, the man's original careless face smiled a little stiff.

At this time, he finally noticed that Mo Yi dyed the six claw diamond ring on his hand.

As the woman's words fell and the man didn't answer, the air suddenly became silent.

Baisheng Yan was very good at judging the situation. She took another sip of wine and didn't speak.

Mo Yiran stood and let the man squint at her. She was not afraid of the man and looked at him directly.

The man suddenly stood up and walked slowly to Yiran.

He has a gentle complexion.

Those warm and kind eyes fell on her, and Yiran only felt creepy. When a man brushed his face carefully, Yiran felt like a snake on his face.

"Xiao ran, congratulations."

For a long time, the man just said these four words in a gentle tone.

Then, close at hand, the man with a head high looked down at the invitation in his hand and smiled, "red bomb, detonate in place if you don't attend. I'll go."

The man dropped his words and carelessly threw the invitation on the tea table.

Mo Yiran stared at the man for a long time. Seeing that he still had no big reaction, he was finally discouraged. He sighed weakly and said, "the invitation has arrived. I look forward to your arrival. I have something to do with ah Yan, so I'll go first."

Then he took Baisheng cigarette, who was still drinking, and walked to the door.

"Wait."

Suddenly, the man's voice sounded behind him again.

"Anything else?"

Mo Yiran didn't turn around, but slightly tilted his head and asked faintly.

"You two have been drinking. I'll ask the driver to take you."

Mo Yiran's last hope was also annihilated.

"OK."

She answered indifferently.