money trouble

Chapter 351 The chair is sprained?
About ten seconds later, Fang Nanqi opened her eyes, and the water vapor in her eyes reflected the light, making her eyes shine brightly.

Lively deduce what is delicious and cry!

"The writer Alexandre Dumas, who wrote "The Three Musketeers" and "The Count of Monte Cristo", once said, "The white wine of Montrachet is the king of dry white wine worth taking off your hat and kneeling on one knee." Sure enough, It’s a well-deserved reputation, I’m afraid the wine I drank before was fake!”

Comparing the white wine of Montrachet with the ordinary white wine is simply bullying.

Fang Nanqi gently put down the tall crystal glass, stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, reminiscing about the taste just now.

"The aroma is extremely delicate, from elegant to strong, and it's just right; the temperament is so elegant and touching; the taste is rich and silky, sublimating the incredible strong wine aroma; swallowing it leaves a mouthful of fragrance."

"The best of the best, Montrachet, Ness!"

Fang Nanqi gave a very high evaluation. She looked at the contents of the cup with a fascinated face, and quickly threw the anger into the distance.

It wasn't that she was so dishonest, but that the wine was so attractive that it attracted all her thoughts.

"It's delicious, but it's too expensive. I'm afraid the one-month salary of a white-collar worker in the capital is gone. It's too extravagant, really too extravagant..." Fang Nanqi shook her head and said.

A bottle of 80 soft sister coins, a bottle of only 750 ml, 1066 yuan per milliliter, Fang Nanqi just took a very small mouthful, but it was nearly 2 milliliters, and more than [-] yuan was gone.

In terms of her pocket money, enjoying this kind of wine is definitely beyond the norm. Even if it is her father, it is acceptable to entertain distinguished guests occasionally, but it is impossible to drink a bottle every day.

Although Fang Nanqi said it was extravagant, she knew in her heart that she was overwhelmed by the deliciousness of this wine. She wanted to save pocket money, and then find a chance to buy two bottles for her home.

"Do you, a rich woman, still care about this small amount of money? It's hypocritical to actually cry about being poor..."

After all, Wu Qian also took a sip from the wine glass. After listening to the comments of professionals, he will deliberately distinguish among the many flavors slowly, so as not to taste blindly, and have a different feeling.

Being rich and drinking good wine is a manifestation of financial resources, but knowing how to taste good wine is a matter of learning and self-cultivation.

Fang Nanqi didn't care about Wu Qian's jokes, she looked at Wu Qian expectantly, and after Wu Qian's throat groaned, she quickly asked: "Is it good? Have you tasted a unique honey aroma, after swallowing it? I feel that my mouth is fragrant!"

Wu Qian's tongue might not be as powerful as Fang Nanqi's, he could only distinguish the basic fruity aroma, he smacked his mouth, and pretended to say: "How can there be any articulateness, it's not as magical as you said, ordinary stuff. "

While talking, Wu Qian covered his mouth and let out a breath. When he smelled it, it was really fragrant, but he shook his head and said, "I didn't smell it, I didn't."

Fang Nanqi rolled her eyes, and said: "What ordinary stuff, this is Montrachet's white wine! It's because your nose is too dull..."

"It really doesn't have a scent, otherwise you would come here and take a breath, and I'll smell it, as if I'm lying to you." Wu Qian said.

Fang Nanqi was getting more aggressive, she didn't consider how ambiguous it would be to come up to Wu to breathe out, she just wanted to justify the name of the bottle of wine in front of her.

She first covered her mouth and smelled it by herself, and after a while it was still fragrant, then she moved closer to Wu Qian, slightly parting her lips, and breathed out lightly.

Unexpectedly, just when Fang Nanqi was about to ask Wu Qian if she smelled the scent of honey, Wu Qian tilted her body and threw her head forward. The middle part directly hit Fang Nanqi's lips, and her nose was knocked together.

In an instant, the serious look in Fang Nanqi's eyes faded, and turned into dull gaze.

Just like the kind of person who woke up, opened the curtains and saw a huge meteorite rushing towards the earth, and was dumbfounded.

"what."

A whisper.

It wasn't from Fang Nanqi, but from the door of the piano room.

Sheng Yihuan, who came back from the phone call, saw Wu Qian and Fang Nanqi's ambiguous actions as soon as he entered the door, and unconsciously called out, the phone almost slipped from his hand.

"I've only been out for a few minutes. Why did the two of you kiss? Doesn't Sister Qi dislike...? Looks like she lied to me, it's too bad!"

Sheng Yi was thinking wildly in her mind, she was in a dilemma, she really didn't know whether she should go to the coffee table and sit down, or turn around and go out to leave.

This situation is so embarrassing.

Wu Qian was disturbed by the soft shouting, and quickly sat up straight, rubbed his nose, coughed dryly, and said: "There is something wrong with this chair, it sprained its feet just now, and it tilted me so that it didn't fall down." on."

The chair is sprained?
When he said this, Wu Qian himself didn't believe it.

Of course he did it on purpose, when he invited Fang Nanqi and Sheng Yihuan to visit the manor, it was for some purpose.

In order to achieve the goal, of course, some means are needed.

Originally, this move was intended to be used by Wu Qian to deal with Sheng Yihuan, and Wu Qian felt that such a move would be absolutely sure, but when there were only him and Fang Nanqi left in the piano room, he carried out his "great" plan ahead of schedule by a strange coincidence.

Fang Nanqi was still in a dazed state, she didn't hear Wu Qian's words at all, it was her first kiss just now!

Cough cough, the object is a man's first kiss, yes, that's right.

Sheng Yihuan smiled awkwardly, and said: "That's right, hehe...hehe, the chair is sprained, so it's like this, you have to be careful."

Sheng Yihuan decided not to leave yet, if the embarrassment passed, something very interesting would definitely happen, she was reluctant to leave.

Wu Qian took a sip from his glass and said, "Turn around, I'll tell the housekeeper to ask him to find someone to repair the chair, or to change it. What's the quality? I almost fell, but it's a good thing Fang Nanqi..."

At this moment, Fang Nanqi's soul returned to her place, and her neck and eyeballs turned stiffly, like a robot just powered on in a science fiction movie, very mechanical.

She looked at Wu Qian, took a sharp breath, and then roared like a lion.

"Ah!!! Wu Qian, you are a hooligan!!!"

I have to admit that Fang Nanqi's vocal range is really wide, and her voice is extremely loud, there is no doubt that the whole villa can hear it.

If this would give Fang Nanqi a microphone, the glass of the windows of the piano room might not be able to keep, it would be no worse than "Dolphin Sound" Vitas!
Sheng Yihuan was covering his ears with a smile on his face, typical of watching the excitement and not thinking it was a big deal.

Wu Qian looked surprised. Just this loud voice reminded him of Lysa Tully, Aunt Lysa, who could be heard across the strait when she was excited in "Game of Thrones", but he didn't think Fang Nanqi would It was so miserable that he was pushed down the "moon gate".

　Thanks to the book friend Bayonet Glory for the 10000 reward, and became the guardian of this book.

　　
　
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