Sheng Jiahui didn't care or hear that Lin Qinghao was just asking him perfunctorily, he shook the crystal goblet in his hand leisurely, and the red wine in it swayed like a small dance skirt spinning and swaying: "I sleep during the day." ”

Qing Hao was curious now, "Don't you sleep every night?" ”

Before she knew it, she was already sitting at the table opposite Sheng Jiahui.

"Most of the time, the day is ugly, and too much intrigue between people happens during the day, and I choose not to listen or watch, so I have to sleep. At night, it's much quieter and better. ”

As he spoke, the corners of Jiahui's mouth raised a charming smile, which made Qinghao, who was looking at him intently and listening to him, skip a half-beat beat.

"What about your job?"

Qing Hao continued to ask, and Jiahui raised his eyes to look at Qing Hao: "As for me, it's more than enough to do the current job, and it won't take much time at all." ”

Saying that, Jiahui took a sip of red wine, and Qinghao also took a sip of freshly poured water.

Jiahui raised his glass and asked Qinghao, "Do you want to taste it?" This is the private collection in the cellar, 82-year-old Lafite. ”

Qinghao had heard of this kind of wine, and she was still hesitating whether it was appropriate to do so, so she drank with a man in the middle of the night.

Without waiting for her to answer, Sheng Jiahui had already taken a new crystal goblet with his slender fingers and poured most of the wine for her.

Qing Hao looked at the glass of red wine in front of her in embarrassment, and regretted very much why she woke up tonight and went downstairs to drink water.

Sheng Jiahui stopped talking, just poured himself a drink, enjoying this quiet time.

Qinghao picked up the wine glass and smelled it, it was a very strong taste, she slowly tried to take a small sip, and it was actually fragrant, and the aftertaste was endless.

So, at midnight, in the dimly lit restaurant, a man and a woman, speechless, drinking.

When Qing woke up, it was already dark, and she sat up from the bed dizzily, the well-covered quilt slipping off her shoulders.

Qing Hao put her hand on her forehead and tried to recall: Did you have a long dream last night?

In the dream, there is Xiaoyue, Sheng Jiahui, and wine...... Qing Hao lowered his head and took a deep breath, yes, he was covered with the smell of red wine, that should be true, he was drunk last night!

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Qing Hao hurriedly got off the bed and walked to the vanity mirror to look at himself carefully: after sleeping well and moisturizing red wine, his skin was white and red, and his complexion was also very good.

But how did you get back to your room last night?

I didn't care about breakfast, I hurriedly finished bathing, freshening and changing, and just came out of the bathroom, Qing Hao was surprised to see Sister-in-law Qin waiting for her in the room.

She affectionately took Sister-in-law Qin's hand: "Sister-in-law Qin, why are you here?" It's been a long time since I've seen you, is Uncle Zhang's work arrangement better now? ”

Sister-in-law Qin seemed a little uneasy, and replied: "Now that Xiaoyue is not responsible for my work arrangement with Uncle Zhang, we are both much more relaxed, Miss rest assured." I'm here ......."

In the face of Sister-in-law Qin's desire to speak, Qinghao took her hand and asked her to sit down, but Sister-in-law Qin refused to sit.

Qinghao said: "Sister-in-law Qin has something to say, you and Uncle Zhang are my closest relatives here." ”

Sister-in-law Qin seemed to relax a little when she heard Qinghao say this, and she said bluntly: "Miss, last night, I saw you and the eldest young master ......."

Qinghao's face was hot all of a sudden, and Sister-in-law Qin continued: "He just carried you back to the room, you are still wearing pajamas, this, this, what kind of system?" ”