The essence of Champagne must be absolutely clear and completely translucent. Most champagnes are yellow, but some are lemon, straw and golden or even bronze, depending on the method and ingredients. When the wine is poured into a tulip-shaped glass, these 'colors' are even more pleasing to the eye due to the clarity of the wine.

The bubbles of Champagne should be white in color, with a certain shape and a continuous flow to the surface of the wine. Connoisseurs agree that small, uniform bubbles mean high quality. Do not use any detergents or detergents in the glass of champagne, as even the slightest amount of chemicals can change the taste of the champagne and even cause the loss of foam. In contrast, what is more important is the smell of champagne.

The aromas of mature champagne are complex. This taste combines the original aromas of the grapes from which the wine is made, the bitterness obtained from the barrels, and even the smell of the yeast that has naturally dissolved on the cork due to the length of time.

Finally, there is the 'excitement' and taste that champagne brings to the taste buds.

This bottle of Boehringer has been very satisfying so far. When the dishes are delivered in time, the strangeness and restraint between them have disappeared, and the wine and food will release the human body's pursuit of enjoyment, so when they picked up the knife and fork, they all saw the brilliance in each other's eyes.

That's a good start, look at Sophie and smile, and think to yourself.

The attitude between him and Sophie is becoming more and more intimate, which means that she wants to dominate the relationship between the two people. This is a temptation, if her 'female' 'sexual' charm can prevail, then the 'female' 'sex' will be felt with her natural sixth sense. It's always hard to get along with a woman, especially at work, unless you don't want to get anything out of her. 'Women' may be stupid, but even the dumbest 'women' can easily know what men want from them.

Surprisingly, the bottle of champagne ran out quickly. After consulting Sophie, ACE instructed the 'waiter' to bring another bottle.

Sophie shook her head and smiled. "Maybe I'm going a little too far, it's our first date, no, it's not even a date, but I'm about to turn myself into an alcoholic."

"You're not a drunkard if you haven't slipped a knife and fork into me." ACE LAUGHED AND SPOKE LOUDER. Champagne is not considered a strong 'sex' drink, but that doesn't mean it can't affect people's nerves. "I don't know what you think, I think it's just a date."

"But I always feel that in situations like this, our dates are always a little weird." Sophie shrugged her shoulders, her gown wrapped the shape of *** just right, and now ACE could see that there was no clothing under the dress, and the faint two-point magnet attracted ACE's gaze.

"Actually, there's nothing strange about it." ACE WAS HALFWAY THROUGH HIS WORDS AND HAD TO COVER HIS MOUTH WITH HIS HAND TO HIDE A FULL HICCUPS. "I'm also part of the investigation, I shouldn't have told you, but you know what I'm thinking now?"

Sophie lowered her eyes. "You have to do your duty?"

"This work 16 k exclusive text version for the first time, may not be reproduced without consent, excerpts, more of the latest and fastest chapters, please visit.! I don't care about this investigation, that's not my responsibility. If a girl as good as you has to put up with this, then I hope I'm not part of the job. ACE PICKED UP A NAPKIN AND WIPED HIS MOUTH. Well, I admit that I did want to do my part while we sat here, but for now I'm going to say, go to his job. ”

"What made you change your mind?" Sophie looked at him and smiled.

"I think it's our damn job." ACE looked a little distracted. "I've been through this too, so I know that none of these surveys are really useful, and the only thing these experts can do is make your heart jump, if you have a problem. But they just don't believe you, because of this damn work. ”

"But unless you leave this job, you can't get rid of these things." Sophie shrugged and smiled wryly. "This is the torture we deserve."

"No, we don't have to eat it." ACE looked at Sophie earnestly. "At least we don't have to eat this on our dates. We work hard for our work, and as long as we have a clear conscience, we don't care what those people think. It is us who risk our lives, and what right do they have to judge us? ”

Sophie nodded approvingly.

"What do they want you to ask me? I answered your questions, then we can continue our appointment with peace of mind. ”

"It's some questions about the secret messenger you're in contact with." ACE waved his hand absentmindedly. But you don't have to answer either. To be honest, I don't care if the Messenger lives or dies. He's a professional, and he's responsible for himself and no one else. ”

"Can I not answer the question?" Sophie hesitated.

"Of course not, because I already have the answer." Ace suddenly grabbed Sophie's hand. "My answer is your answer, isn't it?"

Sophie looked at Ace and slowly took his hand back, showing a 'mysterious' smile on her face.

"But I'm going to answer your questions so I can finish the champagne with a clear conscience."

"But I don't want to ask." ACE stands its ground. "I'm really not interested in the same questions you answered."

"But I have to answer so that our date is meaningful." Instead, Sophie grabbed ACE's hand. "You're the first to show sincerity to me, so I'm going to do the same to you."

ACE SIGHED RELUCTANTLY. "Do we really want this useless messenger to affect our atmosphere?"

"We've got champagne, ACE." Sophie patted his hand comfortingly. "Our atmosphere will not be affected."

If there is a problem with Sophie, then there is also a problem with the report of the General Staff and the Ministry of Security.

She can interrogate people on both sides of the operation, and she has the power to do so, but she must have evidence to support her proposal. Not questioning and investigating any successful actions of peers is an unwritten rule in the 'door' of the Ministry of Intelligence, or rather, it is a kind of etiquette, if not a conventional rule. Because there are many secrets involved that cannot be made public, the details of the operation are completely confidential, and An Nianrong has no authority to call someone in and ask her own questions unless there is an administrative order.

If she exercises the executive order without any favorable outcome in her favor, it will be her own end, as she will be treated as an enemy by the entire intelligence system for her disrespect for her peers.

Now it's time for her to step in personally.

An Nianrong took out those invitations and began to choose those gatherings that were more valuable to her.

One of the benefits of social 'social' circles is that being active in them allows you to hear a lot of interesting news that you wouldn't hear in a formal setting. Not that all of these rumors are credible, but they all have absolutely specific causes. From a small scandal to an earth-shattering secret, it will first begin to circulate in the circle around the person concerned, and to a certain extent, a good intelligence officer is like a good reporter, who can always find valuable things in those "confusing" and "chaotic" information like a thousand "flowers".

If Romen were her male companion, they would definitely be the best combination for gathering intelligence.

An Nianrong's mind suddenly popped up with such a thought. Fiddling with those invitations, An Nianrong had the scene of them dancing together in her mind. Ambiguous dancing, sensational rhythms, mysterious and dangerous dance partners, if that moment had lasted longer, would there have been any emotions that would have been detonated?

Random and elegant spinning, a tacit understanding of surprise at first glance, a flame in the dark 'colored' eyes. Was all this dazzling feeling at the time or imagined later? Or is it impossible to tell what I felt at the time and what I imagined later? Since all this feeling is not believable, then when she was shot and Luo 'Men' went and returned, the look in his eyes was only the so-called responsibility? An Nianrong knew that no matter what happened in the future, Luo Men's expression of holding her hand and taking the grenade at the last moment would be forever engraved in her heart.

His hands were rough and warm, and as she held hers, she felt the heat rush all the way to her heart.

Her fingertips unconsciously pressed on her lips, as if the kiss of Luo Men had really fallen on her lips at that time.

What would that be like?

Outside the office, I don't know what machines suddenly started, and a faint cacophony roared.

An Nianrong woke up from her contemplation, covering her cheeks in embarrassment, her tentacles fiery.

What time is it? How could she have such cranky thoughts? An Nianrong, ah An Nianrong, as she said in the conversation with ACE, they both have their own official partners, what is the use of this kind of 'messy' thoughts except to make people's hearts 'messy'? She calmed herself off, then got up from the table and walked to the window, though the most she could see from this window was the asphalt avenue leading to the courtyard and the horizon beyond.

She casually glanced in the mirror.

The 'female' in the mirror has 'blurred' eyes, blushing, and indescribable charming, which is very different from her usual calm and graceful, and even she herself was startled.

Romon, what happened to you? She couldn't help but ask herself. Regardless of whether she admits it or not, the safety of Luo 'Gate' has now become An Nianrong's greatest concern. She picked up the phone and began to prepare for her new social 'sex' life. She now has this qualification and corresponding status, and her beauty and charm will bring her many unexpected conveniences. Luo 'Gate' is right when she says that she should fight for more capital for herself to fight those invisible resistances. There is a feeling that both "Oracle" and she know that eventually everyone will come to the stage and solve all the problems face-to-face, but before that, everyone must show their talents to 'push' each other to the point of desperation.

Even the soundproof 'doors' were no longer able to stop the increasingly noisy noise outside, and the engineers who had been busy all day were engaged in some crazy electric car race. This reminded her that in order to make the work here more efficient, more recreational facilities need to be added to the command center. People who work hard deserve what they deserve.