Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

"What, such a big reaction?" On the other side, at the coffee table, Shan Yudong, who was chatting with Wen Jili, turned his narrow peachy eyes into a mockery.

Finally, the two delicate porcelain white cups placed on the saucer were filled with tea-scented water deftly by him, and the small purple clay pot was put back on the special pot holder, and he held it on top of the steaming cups. Raise, indicating the action of "please~~".

Wen Jili turned his eyes away from Shan Yudong, glanced at the tea on the saucer, sniffed the fragrance of the tea, pinched the cup with his bony fingers, and sniffed lightly, "Oh~~Maojian?"

After taking a few sips, he directly poured a small cup of tea into his mouth. The elegant and delicate fragrance of tea bloomed in his taste buds. Wen Jili put the cup back in place, "90's hair tip."

Shan Yudong raised his eyebrows, picked up the remaining cup and poured it down his throat in one gulp. When he put the cup back to its original position, he looked at Wen Jili and smiled appreciatively, "I can't see that you are still so knowledgeable about tea. ? It’s not difficult to drink it like Maojian, but you can even taste the year!” [

Wen Jili glanced at Shan Yudong lightly, with a plausible smile on his handsome face, "The senior Shan I mentioned to you just now, he loves tea very much. Grandpa will bring good tea every year give him."

Wen Jili's gaze has been fixed on Shan Yudong since he spoke, his deep and piercing pupils are piercing, his aura is so strong that no one can ignore it.

But Shan Yudong wiped his chin unmoved, glanced at Wen Jili's sharp gaze, and replied with a playful smile, "Could it be that there is something dirty on my face? Make Ji Li keep staring at it?"

Wen Jili withdrew his gaze, took over Shan Yudong's actions just now, and started making tea for the second time, heating the pot, scalding the cup, pouring water, and pouring the tea, a series of actions were also leisurely and flowing.

In the end, imitating Shan Yudong's action just now, he made a "please~~" action.

Shan Yudong took the tea, poured it in one gulp, put the cup back to its original place, looked at Wen Jili, and answered the question just now with a smile on his lips, "Everyone is dead, and you still bring such good tea to the grave, What a waste!"

Wen Jili glanced at him, drank the rest of the cup of tea, without the slowness of the first cup just now, poured it in one gulp, and put the cup back to its original place.

"Every year, my grandfather would bring a can of high-quality tea and a tea set, and come to Senior Shan's grave alone to have a drink with him. Just like before Senior Shan died, the two brothers often sat together to drink tea. chat."

After finishing speaking, Wen Jili looked at Shan Yudong again, saw that he straightened his collar a little, and then smiled and praised, "A brother like Mr. Wen is really rare! A brother who has been dead for more than 30 or [-] years is still remembered!"

Said, Shan Yudong glanced at Wen Jili with a half-smile, his long and narrow peach eyes seemed to be ridiculed, and he raised his lips in a half-praise, "Such a good brother~~ I must have heard about Wen Jili when the old Shan had an accident. The old man must have put in a lot of effort?"

"Oh~~?" Wen Jili raised his voice slightly, "I haven't been back to China for many years, so I know so much about what happened 30 years ago?" Wen Jili kicked the ball back to Shan Yudong without a trace.

"Who doesn't know?" Shan Yudong answered Wen Jili's words straightforwardly and frankly. He lazily leaned on the armrest of the sofa, resting his chin with his hands and fists, his peach blossom eyes were clearer than winter plums of light.