After lunch, the man in the Loro Piana suit came up with a wine glass in hand. People call him Polly casually, and some call him Big Polly. In fact, he was once a god-level figure in the financial industry, who went abroad for development in recent years and has been friends with Mu Pengfei for many years. At this time, the sommelier was pouring him the newly opened 1995 vintage port.

"After-dinner wine is the most calming enjoyment. There is no need to quench thirst, there is no toast against your will, and you simply drink. ”

"Poli usually drinks Romanée-Conti, Louis XIII." Mu Pengfei also picked up his wine glass and winked at Miao Haoshi casually.

But Miao Hao didn't see it.

They have always been very tacit in the social arena, and it seems that Mu Pengfei's control of everything around him can be transmitted to Miao Haoshi's brain like a light wave. They're a great pair of dance partners, and they know how to match each other's wishes on the next beat. But not today, it seems that something broke off instantly, and Miao Haoshi deserted.

She was leaning into a high-backed chair by the long window, looking out the window. Outside the wide open curtain is a sparse scene of a wetland in early autumn, and every time the wind blows in front of the porch, the reeds on the edge of the stream will wave like water waves. In the distance, the trees have taken on a deep shade of yellow, and several unknown white birds rise and fall in the forest, and now they all fly together, pulling the horizon of the sky and land into the edge of the eye. The liveliness of a room indoors is no match for the peace and depth of the elegy in front of you.

Da Polly heard Mu Pengfei's ridicule, followed his gaze and looked at Miao Haoshi, and saw her distracted silhouette, so he slowly walked to her side and looked at her carefully. "Where, Muse's taste for wine is far above mine, and at such an age, it is a miracle that stunning beauties are all wonders, isn't it?" ”

She heard someone talking in her ear, and came back to her senses, as if awakened by a flock of birds flying up. She looked back at Big Polly's face, her head spinning rapidly, and she remembered which person in front of her was on the guest list.

In a panic, she had no choice but to smile at Polly, her lips twitching and she didn't know what to say. The smile had lost its usual precision and charm, the unexpected innocence in the depths of her eyes was hidden by a layer of misty shadows, and the hesitation between her eyebrows, the flickering of her eyelashes, and the brown mole on her neck were leaking her heart with the vibration of her pulse. This is just a moment of uncertainty for a young girl who has just entered the world.

A moment of misanthropy. Pierced by the old world.

Polly waited for her reaction.

Mu Pengfei's words only came to Miao Haoshi's ears in the brief replay of the memory reflex, and her thoughts came back to her body little by little. At this time, Polly was close at hand, and he couldn't help but feel a little swaying as he looked at the outline of her face outlined by a layer of fine fluff, and admired the subtle moon-like expression on her face.

"Romanée Conti?" She finally answered.

"Yes, Romani Conti."

"Actually, I'm not too interested in legendary wines," she said slowly, "Actually, I'm not too interested in legendary wines. However, between 1995 and 2001, a few bottles were also collected. “

Polly looked surprised.

Unfortunately, the cellar is not large enough, and most of the personal collection is located in the basement of the Endymion restaurant. You can find a time, well, Uncle Polly to see if there is a miracle to your liking. She hastily chose a title for him, based on the age division of the guest list.

"Your liquor store and restaurant?"

"It's just not open to the public, with the occasional private event. However, the chef is a two-Michelin-starred chef with a band and I am in charge of the service staff. In addition to me, there are two sommeliers who have obtained Master Sommelier qualifications. Miao replied with a smile.

"Really? Pengfei didn't even mention it to me. Polly complained.

Miao Haoshi glanced at Mu Pengfei who was sitting on the sofa, with Polly in between, and the eyes he looked at her had lost their time, and there was nothing to read for a while.

"He hasn't had time yet. So, if you have time, go to my place for a light meal? "Miao sent out an invitation. She turned around and looked at Polly with a sweet smile on her face, her sadness had vanished. His expression returned to normal, and two shallow dimples appeared coquettishly, full of apologies, as if to say, you are my most important guest tonight.

"I can't ask for it." He replied without thinking.

In fact, Polly immigrated to the UK three years ago, and this trip back to China was a special trip for the group's merger and acquisition plan. He didn't know where he heard the news for the first time, and directly broadcast the phone to Mu Pengfei, and the next day the London flight had arrived in Pudong, and he didn't wait for anyone to greet him, so he typed out and went straight to Mu Pengfei's private office. He didn't even wait for the secretary to knock on the door, and went straight to the point. This trip was only for work, and he planned to stay for a week at most, because if a consensus was reached, there was still a lot of work for him to do. However, now that he is looking at the beauty in front of him, seeing her eyes fluttering, he suddenly feels that his life is full of regrets, and he has not been compensated. And he stayed in a quiet place abroad for a long time, and he couldn't help but miss the sound of dogs and horses at home. He was very self-aware, and he knew that he was a man who would not miss any enclosures, including women and wine, of course.

"What do you think, Pengfei?" Polly looked at Mu Pengfei and asked, immediately deciding to arrange some time in his heart

There was a two-second stagnation, and it was not easy to notice, and something in Mu Pengfei's eyes instantly froze. He stared at a huge postmodern painting on the wall, and no one could see his face. Soon, however, his voice came from the couch with deep meaning.

"Of course I'm with you. You're back. We're ready to see you there. ”

With this answer, Polly was clear. Competitive games since his college days, he has always been the one to start the battle book.

Polly looked at Miu Hao even more hotly, and there was a faint light in his eyes like a lit fire.

"Just now, you called me uncle, as it should be. But if you call me like that, I won't be able to drink the wine. ”

"And what should I call it?" Miao Haoshi looked innocent.

"It's a problem." Polly exclaimed. He subconsciously touched the thinning hair on his sideburns. No matter how well they are maintained, they still don't leave him with nostalgia.

"That's certainly the problem. You can't go out and fall in love with a girl penniless anymore. No one will think you're romantic, they'll call you a hooligan. Mu Pengfei sat up from the sofa, put his elbows on his knees, shook the wine glass in his hand and smiled.

Polly smiled, but a hint of darkness flashed across his face.

"Muse, how did you meet?" Polly ignored Mu Pengfei's jokes, and still stood by Miao Haoshi's side, unwilling to leave.

"I think I've known him for as long as I can remember, and I can't remember when." Miao Haoshi replied without thinking.

"Oh my God, Pengfei. Are you going to envy all the men in Shanghai? You're not a hooligan? Polly raised his eyebrows and sneered loudly.

Mu Pengfei didn't make a sound.

"What method did you use in the first place? Illustrating Goldbach's conjecture? Polly teased.

Mu Pengfei slowly got up from the sofa, walked to the middle of the two by the window, and clinked glasses with Polly. He casually examined Polly's eyes and whispered,

"Rosette."

Polly also looked at him, and said with a disdainful look on his face for a moment, "Citizen Kane? ”

He laughed.

"I'm not interested in American jokes. Like a beautiful flower, like a year of water, I really want to know what the story is. ”

As soon as his words fell, Miao Hao made a muffled "bump", and knocked over a piece of porcelain in his hand.

An 18th-century Delft Blue porcelain plate on the sofa corner.

The carpet is full of cracked blue and white porcelain tiles, which look very much like Chinese blue and white. She looked at the fragments, and finally forgot about the incident that her mind had been thinking about all afternoon. It was only at this moment that she heard the smell of gunpowder in their words and realized that she had caused trouble.

Mu Pengfei walked over and picked up her hand and looked at it to confirm that she was not injured. He looked at her tenderly, but it reminded her of gazelles in the African bush running away from shotgun bullets.

Polly watched them from the sidelines, and said lukewarmly, "It's worth a lot." ”

Just in time, the handsome bartender knocked on the door and entered, quickly cleaning up the debris from the floor. Pour a glass of champagne cognac for Miao's and surprise her. At the same time, I changed the men in the room into a TAWNY port wine and added ice cubes. Then present a few delicate humidors for the two men to choose from. The whole service process is as professional and proper as if it has been trained by senior managers, and it is not inferior to the butler of an aristocratic hotel in London.

No sooner had Polly opened the lid of a cedar cigar box than he saw another person walk in through the door of his room, which had not yet been closed. A man who is very young, handsome, and radiant with youthful brilliance. It should be said that it is a boy, and it is somewhat familiar, as if it has been seen somewhere.

The boy sat down in the high-backed chair by the window as if he were in no one's place, and showed no sign of greeting anyone, except bowing slightly to Polly as a sign of respect for him.

"Why spend time in the cigar room with the men?" He said to Miao Hao in a slow voice, as if he had been with her for fifty years.

Miao was asked by him and stood noncommittally in place.

Mu Pengfei was not surprised, he couldn't see a trace of wind and waves on his face, he just pretended to be angry and said,

"Do you see that the elders don't call each other? The cigar room isn't the place for you, either. ”

"Oh, this must be an uncle, right?" He stood up and walked over to Polly, his height was almost half of Polly's, he stretched out his hand, bowed down, seemed to be respectful, but looked at Polly with a cold and arrogant expression and said,

"Hello uncle, I'm Mu Luyuan."

"This is my family's Demon King." Mu Pengfei said. The mood is much lighter than just now.

Polly looked at Mu Luyuan and remembered the puzzle-like photo frames on the walls of the living room of Mu Mansion, where there was a lot of history about the growth of the young man in front of him.

"Hello. I really didn't expect Mu Luyu's younger brother to grow into an adult. I must have seen pictures of you as a child, and your mother put your picture in the living room like a picture of the prince of Buckingham Palace. Polly said as he shook his hand.

"Maybe I've seen it somewhere else." Mu Luyuan said, already capping the Cohiba humidor that Polly had just opened, and taking out an Upman, 2005 Magnum 50, from another cedar humidor. He handed the cigar to Polly's nose, and the earthy aroma and strong tobacco sweetness were pleasant.

"A change of flavor once in a while? This one is made after aging in the country of origin, which is just right for your vintage port today. It would be more perfect if it was lit in the Mexican way. ”

Polly looked at him with a slight startle, quietly waiting for the demonstration.

Mu Luyuan sat down in the bar chair of the wine cabinet and took out three matches from the cigar matchbox. The bartender seemed to understand what he meant, put the cigar cutter and crystal jar in his hand, poured him a glass of port with ice, and was about to leave the room.

"Tony, blue cheese." When the bartender was about to close the door, Mu Luyuan whispered to him. The sommelier withdrew. Polly learned that the bartender at the villa was called Tony.

At this time, Mu Luyuan struck a match with one of his left hands as if by magic, stopped slightly away from the bottom of the cigar, and slowly rotated the body of the aubergine with his right hand, and soon Polly realized that he had not cut off the cap. Then he struck a second match, his right hand still turning the cigar as smoothly and steadyly as a string player pulling a bow. By the time he lit the third match, the mellow cocoa, nicotine caramel had penetrated everyone's nasal mucosa, and the cigar was awakened with warmth and sophistication. Mu Luyuan extinguished the firesticks.

"You two talk slowly. I'm going out to spend time with my friends who just arrived and arrange the menu for tonight. Call me anytime you need to. Miao Hao said this, drank the rest of the wine, and then disappeared behind the walnut door with the bartender.

"Pengfei, what did she call you?" Polly asked, staring at her back.

Mu Pengfei did not answer.

"There is no title." When the door was slowly closed, Mu Pengfei said aloud. and began to stare seriously at Polly.

Polly's vision was blocked by him, and he simply began to examine the fine furnishings in the room one by one.

This room is the VIP living room of this villa, not too big, but it has an extravagant church-like dome. Although the ceiling is designed in a modern space, with his professional eye, it is full of antique treasures. Marie Antonet's pendulum clock, the mahogany wine cabinet of the thirties, the Chinese Ming Dynasty tea case, the Republic of China gold-painted porcelain table lamp, the English card table, and the wall decoration of the first specimen of the stag. It can be seen that a lot of money is spent everywhere.

He picked up a Cohiba cigar that he had chosen to keep at hand, lit it slowly, and took a few puffs. Suddenly asked,

"Do you love her very much?"

Mu Pengfei also ignited an Apollo and was swallowing clouds and spitting fog alone. After listening to Polly's question, he turned to him and said,

"She was still a child. But a very gifted child. I don't know if a convincing appreciation counts as love. ”

"Look at it this way, it's more than that." Polly rarely spoke of a woman so seriously.

Mu Pengfei didn't want to go deeper.

"Everything you give her is like enclosing her in the palm of your hand with bundles and bundles of bills." Polly was in hot pursuit.

"What do you think?"

"You've always been bold, but you're secretive about feelings. Is it because the Guan family is all new women, and you dare not expose it? ”

"It's just respect for the family."

"So you're not serious about Muse?"

Mu Pengfei didn't want to go along with his will, so he had to say frankly, "I should say that I love her very much, like myself." ”

His voice instantly echoed in this rare quiet corner of the entire villa, dissipating into the floating dust.

Polly burst into laughter, as sharp as malice.

"Well, you really shouldn't let me see her." As he spoke, he returned to his usual brisk tone.

When Mu Pengfei heard this, his heart tightened in vain. He glanced at Polly, secretly regretting that he should not have been involved in this company reorganization rashly.

She picked up the wine glass at the right time, and she pinched the glass like a man, holding the bottom with four fingers, and pinching the bottom of the glass with her thumb vigorously, grasping everything. The wine swirls in the belly of the glass like a sloping lake. She reached out and touched the glass in Poli's hand, the aroma of tropical hill grapes characteristic of the Douro region filling the air.