Sweetness ahead: Freshly reborn wife, too wild

Qi Shaoqin rolled his eyes: "cut! Show again! Are you bored?"

Ji Mo's lips smiled. He elongated his white hands, pointed to the dining table and chair near the window, and said in a warm voice, "aren't you hungry? Go to dinner first."

Qi Shaoqin was indeed hungry long ago.

This will be too much stimulation.

She is now a little broken except for her unbalanced state of mind.

The whole person's hatred of wealth has burst out.

Why is there such a big gap between people.

Why?

Why on earth?

He sat down in a trance on the dining chair. Ji Mo gracefully picked up the red wine glass. Qi Shaoqin came back to his senses.

In front of the table, there were two sets of tableware, and the food was not served.

But Qi Shaoqin's whole heart was flawless to ask him why the food hadn't been served yet.

But was firmly grasped by the tablecloth.

"Is the painting on the tablecloth... Mr. R's work?" Mr. R is Qi Shaoqin's favorite contemporary painter.

His paintings are unrestrained and unique.

Qi Shaoqin always wanted to collect one, but because Mr. r only had an exhibition in London, and his paintings were very popular and expensive, Qi Shaoqin never saved enough money.

"Well, it's his painting. That's right." Ji Mo said calmly. Before Qi Shaoqin's chin fell, he said again: "there are tablecloths like this in other restaurants in my family."

"You! You are so perverted! You used Mr. R's painting as a tablecloth! You are so outrageous!" Qi Shaoqin resisted the impulse to hit people.

Ji Mo disapproved. "What's wrong with this? These tablecloths are specially painted for me by Mr. R. he himself knows that I want to be a tablecloth."

"You! You!..." Qi Shaoqin felt that there was a mouthful of old blood in her throat. She had not eaten the meal yet. She actually felt that she was about to die of vomiting blood with envy.

"Would you like a drink? Although this wine is not more famous than Lafite in 82, people who know wine know that it is more mellow and has a long aftertaste." Ji Moyang raised the red wine glass in his hand.

Qi Shaoqin didn't understand red wine, but she saw Ji Mo say so.

This wine is not for nothing.

"Drink! Don't drink for nothing!" she went to get the wine cup. Ji Mo had handed her the cup in his hand. "Drink this cup. After waking up, it will drink. It tastes best."

Qi Shaoqin was not polite to him. After receiving the glass, he Gulu Gulu, which was completely cow's drink.

After drinking, he put down the glass and saw Ji Mo looking at her with a smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Qi Shaoqin stared at Ji Mo speechless.

Ji Mo's smile grew stronger and didn't speak.

Several people in white chef uniforms came in order with trays.

Despite their efforts to restrain, they still exposed their shock and incredible mood.

In the whole s country, few people are lucky enough to taste some, and miss Qi is definitely the first person who can drink some as boiled water.

After all, this wine is an absolute immortal wine. No matter the brewing process or all aspects of value, it can't be compared with ten bottles of Raffi.

Almost every bite is sky high.

What shocked them even more was the conversation between Qi Shaoqin and Ji Mo just now. It was the first time they heard someone speak to Ji Mo in that tone.

Although Ji Mo has always been a low-key person, his prestige and rich financial resources, coupled with his high reputation and popularity in recent years, have made him a model among modern young people in almost all aspects.

Ji Mo, who has always been loved and respected, when was he so white eyed and yelled like this?

But Ji Mo, who has always been a stranger, indulged the woman who was rude to him repeatedly at this moment, as if he would have no objection even if she opened a hole in the sky in front of him.