Some are called legends, while others are regarded as dirt.
On this night, Tang Zhiyi felt like he was mud, put in a sack and thrown onto a bed on a ship. He was uneasy and didn't know what the end was waiting for him.
In comparison, Logan's life is legendary.
She was barefoot and sitting cross-legged on the bed, watching Chen Yang push over the dining table with a bottle of dark, unmarked wine on it.
The wine bottles are clean and old-fashioned, with nothing eye-catching about them.
Tang Wan nodded with satisfaction, glad that Chen Yang didn't buy those expensive wines again.
She just wanted to drink to feel good and relax.
Chen Yang also nodded with satisfaction, thinking: "Chen Fang and the hotel manager are both good at it, not bad."
"Well, the Habsburgs are also good at it."
The Habsburg family is the ancient European family to which Goodman belongs. Of course, he has nothing to do with it. It can't even be called a branch. It's just a bit related.
The wine in front of Chen Yang and Tang Wan is whiskey brewed by the Habsburg family around 1500 AD. It cannot be measured by money. It is a treasure that can only be found in wine cellars of millennium-old families like the Habsburg family.
It represents the Habsburg family's sincerity in reconciliation, goodwill towards the new King Chen, and silent deterrence.
The family heritage is fully revealed in a bottle of wine.
Chen Yang casually handed the 500-year-old whiskey that had been awake for a while to Tang Wan. Tang Wan just regarded it as ordinary wine and sipped it casually.
Tang Wan wrinkled her little nose, her eyes brightened, and she praised: "It tastes good, very special."
Chen Yang smiled: "As long as you like it."
A bottle of wine that was extremely close to the earliest whiskey recorded in historical records had struggled to survive for more than five hundred years. In the end, it still did not escape Chen Yang and Tang Wan, who drank it for half the night.
Just after early morning, Logan was in bed, hugging the quilt, so sullen that he couldn't even open his eyes.
Under the bed, Chen Yang made the floor and lay down on it.
The dome was still open, and the starlight filtered through the thick glass and shone on Logan's face.
She was not asleep yet, her eyelashes were trembling as if the moonlight had been turned into stardust.
Maybe it was because the moonlight was too cold, or maybe because the alcohol was too strong, Logan lay there for a few minutes and suddenly asked in a low voice:
"Chen Yang, is the ground... cold?"
Chen Yang hugged the quilt comfortably and subconsciously replied: "It's not cold, it's quite warm."
The next moment, the top floor room of Pangu Seven Star Hotel suddenly became quiet.
"snort!"
Logan snorted hard, hugged the quilt, turned sideways, and said nothing.
After a long time, Chen Yang suddenly sat up from the floor and realized later:
"Wait a minute, isn't Xiao Wangang asking me to go up and sleep?"
"I, I, I..."
Chen Yang was so regretful that he wished he could strangle himself alive just now.
He looked over at the bed and saw that Logan's back was turned to him, drunk and already sound asleep.
Chen Yang had a wry smile on his face, shook his head and said to himself, "I'm angry."
Tang Wan usually sleeps on his back. Only when he is angry will he turn to his side and turn his head out of sight.
"Next time...I will definitely remember..."
Chen Yang gritted his teeth for a long time, then quietly got up, put on his clothes, and quietly left the room without making any sound.
Tonight, he still has things to do.
"I actually want to have sex with my wife, have a threesome, and make a video!"
"Goodman, you don't think that this is the end of it, do you?"