When Huo Jinxi came downstairs, Mu Qian was opening a new bottle of wine, poured it into a cup, took a sip, put down the cup, and let out a long sigh.
Before she finished sighing, she saw Huo Jinxi walking down the stairs.
The dim light seemed not to illuminate his face, and only a black figure could be seen, tall and slender, silent and silent.
Mu Qian suddenly suspected that she was dreaming.
In those dim dreams in his early years, he walked farther and farther away in this posture.
But at this moment, he was getting closer and closer.
It wasn't until he walked to the bar that Mu Qian realized that it was not a dream.
She suddenly laughed.
Huo Jinxi glanced at her, then his eyes fell on the open wine bottles in front of her. There were three or four bottles of wine, all of which had only been drunk a little and then left there.
Seeing this, Mu Qian explained: "These wines are too strong, and they don't seem to be suitable for women to drink."
At this point, she seemed to remember something and stood up from her chair, "Forget it, I'd better go out and drink."
Although she woke up, she didn't take off her makeup or change clothes before going to bed, so it was convenient to go out directly at this time.
Mu Qian picked up her mobile phone, turned around and walked out.
"What kind of wine do you want, I'll find it for you."
Huo Jinxi's voice came from behind. Mu Qian turned around and saw him sitting down on the sofa next to her, looking at her quietly.
She suspected that she heard it wrong, "Really?"
Huo Jinxi nodded.
So Mu Qian returned to the bar, sat down and looked at him, "Can I have any drink?"
This time Huo Jinxi did not respond, but it was already his default stance.
Mu Qian then thought about it, and after thinking for a long time, she found that she knew very little about good wines, and could only name the most popular one: "Lafite 82?"
Huo Jinxi picked up the phone and quickly sent a message, then asked without raising his head: "Is there anything else?"
"Yes." Seeing the promising situation, Mu Qian immediately picked up his phone, opened the search engine and checked, and quickly reported a bunch of names that he could find, "Romanee-Conti in 1990, Petrus in 1992, Petrus in 2009
Margaux... Oops, it is said here that the 1869 Lafite tastes better. Can you still find wine that is more than a hundred years old? Wow, there is also a hundred-year-old Maotai? I really want to taste what it tastes like..."
As she checked, she reported the name of the wine.
But Huo Jinxi always just looked at her quietly, lowering his head to send a message or two from time to time.
Half an hour later, the apartment doorbell began to ring one after another.
The people who came to deliver wine were divided into several groups, including wine brokers, winery owners, and even Huo Jinxi's younger brother He Jingchen.
Compared with other respectful and cautious people, He Jingchen's mentality was naturally different. As soon as he entered the door, he started shouting: "What's the matter with you in the middle of the night? You can't sleep without a few sips of wine, can you? It's okay for the 90-year-old Kangdi to say that my family
There happens to be, Lafite from 1869? How did you remember it? Where can I get it for you? "
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Mu Qian sitting next to the bar and was stunned for a moment.
There was red wine in front of Mu Qian. When she saw him, she smiled at him and shook her head.
He Jingchen understood immediately and glanced at Huo Jinxi, "Oh, it's so late at night, why did I say you were so busy..."
After saying that, he walked up and shook hands with Mu Qian, "My name is He Jingchen. I met you last time at Jiangnan Mansion. Do you remember?"
Mu Qian just smiled, "Of course I remember."
Just as the hands between the two loosened, the doorbell rang again. This time, it was Rong Heng who walked in, bringing the century-old Moutai wine that Mu Qian wanted.
Mu Qian arranged the wine she had collected within an hour in a neat manner in front of her. She immediately took out her mobile phone to take pictures. While taking pictures, she muttered: "It's amazing, I'm sitting on hundreds of drinks."
Wan, tsk tsk..."
He Jingchen stood nearby and sighed: "The red concubine is laughing, but no one knows it's red wine..."
Huo Jinxi only glanced at him and slapped a check on him.
He Jingchen looked at him in shock, "What do you mean? You didn't treat me like this, right? You woke me up in the middle of the night and drove me away in front of such a pile of good wine? I can drink two bottles with Qianqian no matter what, right?"
"
As he spoke, he walked towards the bar. Rong Heng grabbed him and looked at him, "What's good to drink in the middle of the night? You won't be working tomorrow?"
Rong Heng pulled He Jingchen out of the apartment without any explanation, and standing in front of the elevator, He Jingchen couldn't help but sigh: "It's over, your second brother looks like he's about to faint..."
"What faint?" Rong Heng was confused.
He Jingchen glanced at him and said, "The faint king's faintness!"
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After trying five kinds of red wine in succession, Mu Qian drank so much that she laughed out loud. She lay on the bar and looked at Huo Jinxi who was sitting opposite her through the gap between the bottles, "I'm such a vulgar person. It's so expensive.
I can’t figure out why I drank such a good red wine... I’m really sorry for wasting Mr. Huo’s hard work.”
Huo Jinxi also had a wine glass in front of him, but he just watched Mu Qian drink one glass after another quietly from beginning to end without moving.
Mu Qian said she was sorry and stretched out her hand towards the bottle of Moutai.
Huo Jinxi finally reached out and took her hand.
Mu Qian frowned slightly and looked at him, "What do you mean? I just said that you are generous, but now you are not allowed to drink?"
"After drinking red wine, don't drink white wine again." Huo Jinxi replied.
After hearing this, Mu Qian couldn't help but laugh again, withdrew her hand and looked up at him, "Even if I drink to death, no one will blame you... No one would be so right and wrong.
It's fair to say, you don't have to be afraid of taking responsibility..."
After saying that, she reached for the bottle of wine, but Huo Jinxi held her wrist again.
"What do you mean?" Mu Qian seemed to react belatedly, "Could it be that...Mr. Huo cares about me? Speaking of which, were you too kind to me today? I just said a word, and you sent out manpower.
With all the resources to find so much wine, why do I feel like I’ve missed some plot?”
"I also want to know what plot I missed." Huo Jinxi looked at her and spoke slowly.
Mu Qian blinked, "Is it possible for a person like Mr. Huo, who has a holistic view of the whole situation, to miss the plot? Which part? Do you want to talk about it and discuss it?"
Huo Jinxi watched her quietly, but after a long time, he said nothing.
He had looked at her face carefully before and felt that her eyes were not what they used to be. At that time, he thought it was because of hatred.
Because she hated him, the real emotions in her eyes when she looked at him were only coldness and confusion.
But if a person has lost everything, what is left in his eyes?