"Good."

Yuwen breeze handsome eyebrow swept out a trace of smile.

He rearranged his clothes again.

This way.

Yuwen Qingge watched the waiters deliver all kinds of food according to the standard of French cuisine.

The desserts looked delicious and she loved it very much. But she only tasted a little, then put down the delicate little silver spoon.

"Doesn't it taste good?"

Bo Yunfei asked with concern.

"No..."

Yu Wen Qingge gently shook his head. Pause a moment, show eyebrow tiny frown, ask a way.

"What did Yuwen Qingfeng do?"

"I don't know."

Bo Yunfei's attitude was calm.

Yuwen Qingge has no appetite, plus Yuwen Qingfeng makes God mysterious, and his heart is more and more full.

The waiter served the dinner.

Top of the line foie gras with precious caviar and 82 year old Lafite.

"Qingge, come..."

Bo Yunfei raised the glass, the red wine in the glass swayed slightly, emitting Ruby like luster under the bright light.

Yuwen Qingge did not refuse, and took up the glass.

Bang.

The wine cup makes a crisp sound.

"Qingge, have you been nervous recently?"

Bo Yunfei took a sip and put the glass on the table in front of him.

Since childhood, as Bo Yuheng's only son, his education is almost all-round. Although he was not interested in many things, he did not resist, but passively accepted.

On the contrary, his sister Bo Wanzhou lived more freely since childhood. Because she is a girl, and Bo Yuheng dotes on her, she grows up completely according to her own character.

In this way, the two characters are very different.

"Not bad."

I don't know if the red wine tastes too good. Yuwen Qingge drinks it clean in one breath.

Bo Yunfei's face showed a trace of worry.

"Qingge, the taste of this wine is very good, but you should not drink this season. Eat something first... "

Yuwen Qingge beckons the waiter to pour her wine again, and then he is bored.

"Qingge..."

Bo Yunfei has never seen her drink so much, and his face shows a trace of anxiety. The rest of the corner of the eye toward the kitchen direction swept away, the heart secretly said.

"Yuwen Qingfeng, if you don't show up, she will be drunk."

He is thinking about whether to secretly send a text message to Yuwen Qingfeng, and Yuwen Qingge drinks the red wine just poured.

"Qingge, drink slowly..."

Seeing Yu Wen Qingge beckoning the waiter to pour wine, Bo Yunfei reaches out to stop her.

"You go down first."

He said to the waiter.

He spoke French, too, with a perfectly round accent.

The waiter made a standard step back.

At this time, the graceful violin sound from far to near. Violinists in white off the shoulder dresses step by step toward them.

Yu Wen Qingge saw that the waiter had already stepped back, so he held the handle of the wine pot.

"Qingge, I will."

Bo Yunfei saw that her cheeks were red, and her eyes of water filled with melancholy mood had a trace of shallow drunkenness, so she stood up.

"No need to..."

Yu Wen Qingge tooted his mouth and waved away his hand.

"Qingge..."

"Shhh..."

Yu Wen Qingge suddenly stopped him, holding the hands of the wine pot suddenly released.

She closed her dim eyes.

"Qingge, what's the matter?"

When Bo Yunfei saw that she was a little different, her tone became more and more anxious.

"Don't talk..."

While talking, Yu Wen Qingge's eyes suddenly slide down a tear.

"This is the starry sky, brother Yunxiao's favorite..."

Thin cloud flies for a moment.