Since they had to hurry home, Zimo and the others decided to take it back and share it with Feng Xuehua. The two went to the supermarket, and just as Zimo was about to buy wine, they were stopped by Liang Lingcheng, who pulled her back to Mengchen, saying that they were going to the wine cellar to get wine.

Zimo was very curious, so he got out of the car and followed up.

"My mother, are you going to soak in the vat?"

Zimo looked at the nearly 100-square-meter cellar in front of him, which was full of different shapes and different types of wine, and couldn't help but sigh.

She has lived here for so long, she didn't know that there was a negative first floor, let alone such a large cellar

Liang Lingcheng walked straight to the right, took two bottles of wine, walked over, and said lightly: "I personally like to collect, like this bottle in my hand, there is no longer one on the market." He pointed to the red wine in his hand, and then led Zimo up, saying as he walked: "You can drink more later, red wine is beautiful."

Although Zimo rarely drinks alcohol, she still knows how to drink very well, just now she looked at the rows, there are many wines in it that cannot be seen on the market, and there are some that she knows, a single bottle is enough to buy a big villa.

Poverty limits the imagination.

Like Zimo, he can be regarded as a rich second generation, but he can only be regarded as a rich second generation in the middle class, and he can't be compared with a person like Liang Lingcheng who is even higher than the upper class.

"Liangling City, how rich are you?" After getting into the car, Zimo, who had been silent for a long time, finally couldn't help but ask

After being with a man, he has been refreshing her view of money, every time she thinks that a man is really rich, he shows that he is richer, and when she just adapts to him being richer, he is so rich that he wants to go to heaven.

Well?

The man was a little surprised, glanced sideways at her, and asked, "Why do you suddenly ask that?"

Zimo didn't squirm, and asked directly: "I'm afraid that the wine in the cellar just now is only enough to buy an island, right?!"

Liangling City did not speak, in fact, more than enough to buy an island.

Afraid that it would scare her by saying it, Liang Lingcheng thought about it and replied lightly: "I bought five wineries when I was in country M before, and I met a lot of related people, many of whom were given when I made friends.

Five wineries!

Well, Zimo felt that in the future, if he said that he bought a planet in the sky, she would not feel novel

When the two returned home, it was already six o'clock in the evening, Feng Xuehua had been looking forward to it for a long time, and when he saw them come back, he was about to tease a few words, but Liang Lingcheng immediately greeted him and said: "Auntie, this is the big red robe that was just airlifted over last month, let's make a pot after eating."

When Feng Xuehua heard this, she immediately smiled, she looked at the packaging in Liang Lingcheng's hand, and said with a smile: "You have a heart, this tea is only afraid that it will be ordered half a year in advance, right?"

She loves tea and understands tea, and she can see at a glance that this big red robe is not the common one on the market, but which one of the high rock cliffs of Wuyi Mountain produces only 500 grams per year, and the value can reach 200,000 per kilogram....

Because it is rare and has an excellent taste, it is the favorite of many wealthy nobles, but because its production is not high, you may not be able to buy it even if you have money, but you have to book it in advance, and some have not even bought it for several years.

Liang Lingcheng smiled and said lightly: "It's hard to buy a good idea, you have to like it, I'll buy more for you next time."

Feng Xuehua shook his head with a smile and replied: "That's not necessary, I drank too much, but I didn't feel that way, and I think it's good to drink occasionally."

The man just smiled and didn't speak, Feng Xuehua took what he wanted and went to the kitchen, and Zimo had already entered the kitchen when the two were talking, put the cake in the refrigerator, and prepared to eat it as a dessert after dinner.

This meal was enjoyed by the guests and hosts.

Not only did Feng Xuehua rarely let go of talking with Liang Lingcheng, but even Zimo, a person who doesn't like to drink, actually drank three glasses of red wine.

Zimo was lying on the back of the chair in the dining room, looking at Feng Xuehua Liang Lingcheng with a blank look, seeing that they were still talking about work, he suddenly lost his mind, and began to shake the wine glass of Table Mountain, drinking himself.

"That's enough, you've drunk enough today, I'll send you back to your room to sleep for a while.

Liang Lingcheng didn't stop talking to Feng Xuehua, sat down next to An Zimo, snatched the wine glass from her mouth, and put his hand around her waist, wanting to bring her up.

"No, I haven't drunk enough!" Who knew that Zimo lifted him away, then leaned back in the chair, and muttered, "Didn't you say that I could drink more today?" How can you not talk without words?'

After speaking, she picked up the glass of wine again, held it up in front of him and said, "Come, drink, we are not drunk... Eh, my wine!

"You're drunk." The man frowned, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, then put down the wine glass, took the woman in his arms, and began to walk upstairs.

The wine glass in his hand was taken away and drunk, Zimo was very unhappy, he didn't go with the man, not only resisted with his hands and feet, but even bit him with his mouth.

Feng Xuehua looked at them like this, and couldn't help but shake her head, she was not interested in participating in the affairs of young people, so let them go.

She began to stand for a while, and only after the wine had passed away did she begin to clean up the garbage on the table.

Combining both soft and hard, he finally dragged Zimo to her room, Liang Lingcheng couldn't help but gasp for a few breaths, and then he pulled open his clothes, and at a glance saw the tooth marks on the shoulder blades that were bitten by the woman.

The man leaned on her with one hand, patted the woman's little face gently, and said softly: "An Zimo, are you a dog?" Why do you like to bite so much?"

"Go away and don't disturb my sleep." He was answered by a woman who muttered under her breath, and then reached out to chase away the nuisance culprit.

Liang Lingcheng couldn't cry or laugh, didn't this woman say just now that she wanted to continue drinking? Now as soon as I put on the quilt, I said that I wanted to sleep.

couldn't help but lean into the woman's ear and whispered, "Zimo, I'm leaving, I may not see you for a few days, why don't you kiss me and send me off?"

I don't know if it's a man's illusion, Zimo seems to have really opened his eyes and looked at it, and then shouted: "Lingcheng? Cool City?

"It's me, Zimo, did you hear what I said?

Liang Lingcheng followed closely, but Zimo closed her eyes again, no matter how the man called or patted her cheek, there was no reaction.

In the end, the man had no choice but to punish her by kissing and kissing her on the mouth, biting and biting, and then he looked unwilling and left with reluctance.

Zimo, who was asleep, was woken up by a loud crash, followed by the sound of a quarrel, one higher than the other.