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I have to say that Ren Yao's style looks pretty good.

With elbows on the ground, the whole person is tilted, legs are stretched straight together, and the other hand is holding the red wine hand. After pulling up the big wavy hair, he almost burst the ice cover with his thumb, and took a sip. Highlight chic.

Of course, the red wine ice cap would not open...she would not do it either.

Ren Yao maintained this shape for three seconds, and saw Lao Luo, Zhang Xiaojian and Gao Qingsong rushing in front of her, and she was pulled up while she was still thinking about how to stand up gracefully.

After dusting the snow overnight, she didn't feel embarrassed. She even stretched out her slender hand gracefully and shook Zhang Xiaojian's hand.

Zhang Xiaojian found that the manicure on her hand was too dazzling. He held it loosely, and then respectfully welcomed the guests.

Ren Yao walked into the mansion, first took a look at the decoration, and then nodded in satisfaction, confirming that this is her favorite style.

Putting on Xiaobai slippers, she greeted Liu Mei and Ye Mozhu's greetings.

For some reason, Zhang Xiaojian found that Ren Yao was a little cold when facing Liu Mei, but he was more enthusiastic when he switched to Ye Mozhu.

But this is not important. I have long heard that she loves wine. As expected, she immediately opened the red wine she brought with a corkscrew. Seeing that the goblet at Zhang Xiaojian’s house was from Riedel, she could not help but say with more satisfaction: "I Have a drink first, you don’t care about me."

As she said, she poured a quarter glass of red wine, sniffed it and then woke up, without the slightest pinch. After taking a sip, she opened her facial features, as if she had been poisoned by some martial arts before. Antidote.

Zhang Xiaojian watched this scene and suddenly thought that the 90-year-old red wine she had sent before was drunk as grape juice in a shabu-shabu pot by some of them who didn't understand wine. If she knew it...it should be thunderous.

Ren Yao put down the glass and asked, "By the way, did you drink the bottle before, how about it?"

Zhang Xiaojian gave a'cough' and said honestly: "Drink, but I don't know much about wine, but I also know it must be good."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand..." Ren Yao was about to say something, and suddenly "Yeah." With a sound, he walked into the Chinese-style enclosed kitchen with a wine glass.

Sniffing the smell, she first saw Ye Mozhu who put the soup spoon next to her mouth and looked sideways at her.

Then, she determined that the taste came from the steaming casserole and the soup in the spoon was from the casserole, and she asked, "Can I taste it?"

Facing this inexplicable request, Ye Mozhu somehow stretched out the soup spoon in his hand.

Ren Yao poked out his neck cautiously, blew the heat in the soup, took a sip, and for an instant the five senses gathered together, and tears burst into the corners of his eyes.

Ye Mozhu was stupid: "What's wrong...Is it too bad to drink."

Ren Yao hurriedly waved his hand, it seemed that it was difficult to speak for a while.

Zhang Xiaojian, who was watching this scene outside the door, asked, "No...what's the matter, one sip is too much?"

Gao Qingsong didn't know how to answer this question, but he knew it couldn't be too much, because Ren Yao's drinking capacity was notoriously good.

Luo Yu seems to be more familiar with Ren Yao, he said: "Ren is always a perceptual person."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ren Yao in the kitchen wiped tears in the corners of his eyes with the bottom of his palms. At this moment, she still did not forget that she did a manicure and can't get wet. It can be seen that she is a person who can't mess up her makeup and stays elegant at all times. Voice: "This is tofu meatball casserole."

Ye Mozhu nodded.

"It tastes too much like my mother's."

Ye Mozhu: "You don't have to be so polite."

After speaking, she changed her mind and thought that something was wrong, and immediately said: "No, I didn't mean to take advantage of you, I mean..."

Ren Yao raised his hand and said nonchalantly: "One more bite."

So Ye Mozhu stretched out the spoon again, and Ren Yao took another sip, this time more enjoyable than the expression she had just drinking red wine.

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The emotional Mr. Ren has since become Ye Mozhu's follower.

No matter what Ye Mozhu does, she wants to have a bite. Zhang Xiaojian feels that she, who is tasting dishes while holding red wine, will eat and drink before the feast officially starts, and she doesn't seem to care about these details, the more she drinks her face The redder, the more you smile, the more your eyes are curved.

Before long, a retro car came to the door of the mansion.

Zhang Xiaojian opened the door again and saw a middle-aged burly man walked down through the car door, his head held high, and he was full of energy in a black Tang suit.

Zheng Weixun, Zheng Jiakai's uncle.

Obviously after Zhang Xiaojian came to Daqingshan, this master knew Zhang Xiaojian was his family, so instead of shaking hands with Zhang Xiaojian, he opened his arms and the bear hugged Zhang Xiaojian.

Zheng Weixun opened his mouth and said with a sincere voice: "Jia Kai said, let me take good care of you, that kid is so aggressive, I dare not provoke him."

Zhang Xiaojian smiled: "Isn't he going to come to Ningyuan? Why isn't he coming yet."

Zheng Weixun: "I guess it's coming soon. Don't mention him. You two are friends and it's your business. I'm here to make friends with you today."

Zhang Xiaojian hurriedly said: "Uncle Zheng is polite, go into the house."

As he walked, Zheng Weixun said, "I heard you have a girlfriend?"

"Ok."

Zheng Weixun took out a bracelet from his pocket and said, "Don't think it's a gadget to give it to her."

Because of Zheng Jiakai's relationship, Zhang Xiaojian was not polite, smiled and held it in his hand, and then glanced at it, but didn't see any flowers.

Gao Qingsong said on the side: "Pterocarpus lobularis, or Pterocarpus lobularis, where Venus and Yingzi exist at the same time. Uncle Zheng's shot is stylish."

Zheng Weixun said generously: "Qingsong, you can, can the small leaf red sandalwood be classified into grades?"

Gao Qingsong: "I lived in the village for a while, and the old man likes to play with this stuff too."

Everyone entered the house. Zheng Weixun saw Ren Yao, whose face was already flushed, and raised his brows: "Xiao Ren, what's the matter, I drank it before eating?"

Ren Yao shook his glass and said with a smile: "I won't drink with you today."

Zheng Weixun: "Then I drink red."

Ren Yao waved his hand: "You can't drink red wine. If you drink too much, you can talk about antiques for a night, making you dizzy."

Luo Yu suggested: "You can drink your own, I will tell you a night game."

Zheng Weixun curled his lips: "The thing the old man doesn't understand the most is the game. After a while, Luo Pang, you can talk about it carefully, and watch the sticks or not your face."

The three of them were talking and laughing. The sound of a car came from outside the door that had not yet been closed. Zhang Xiaojian looked back and saw the old red flag with two headlights on the spacious mountain road approaching here.

At night, the small red flag on the front of the red flag still flies in the wind with bright colors. Seeing its leisurely speed, it always feels like you are participating in a military parade. At this time, a red song BGM should sound.