Song Chinese New Year's Eve took the juice put down by the waiter on the side, "It's okay, you're not here, how can I make him desperate." ”

Qin Weizhou liked the secret ruthlessness in her eyes when she said this.

While the four or five waiters laid out the food, Song Chinese New Year's Eve tasted a sip of juice and took the wine on the side.

"Do you want to drink?" Song Chinese New Year's Eve looks at Qin Weizhou.

Qin Weizhou glanced sideways at the sky, "No, first." ”

Song Chinese New Year's Eve was puzzled: "Is there still time?"

Qin Weizhou took the wine from her hand.

"You get drunk easily."

Song Chinese New Year's Eve hummed and laughed: "Come less, you like the way I get drunk, admit it."

Qin Weizhou bent his eyes, and his eyes gradually deepened: "I didn't deny it."

When there were only two people left in the space, Song Chinese New Year's Eve stood up and walked over to sit beside Qin Weizhou.

"I'm vaguely... Think, is there something else waiting for me? ”

Qin Weizhou naturally circled her waist.

"Don't say it, I'm still learning romance."

Song Chinese New Year's Eve leaned back and leaned on his shoulder.

"I'm still learning, it's already quite ... Did you go out of your way to study? Who to learn from? What if I like that kind of honesty, and you speak very sultry, love words are one after another. ”

Qin Weizhou: "That's the truth that can't help but be driven by instinct."

Song Chinese New Year's Eve's soft flesh was poked.

"Where did you learn it?" Thirty-eight styles of love?

Or romance?

"No, let's eat, I don't have the heart to eat at all if I go on like this."

She stood up suddenly, her flushed cheeks shaking.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve first date, watching a movie, plus dinner, traditional is not like words, but there is a warm feeling.

Maybe Qin Weizhou is so magical, he is like a spring breeze in everything.

When the meal was finished, it was already half past ten, and Song Chinese New Year's Eve sat down without scruples, and brought the bottle of wine he had before by the way.

"Come, I'll toast you." Song Chinese New Year's Eve poured a cup and handed it over.

Qin Weizhou lowered his eyes and looked at the wine glass against his lips, and asked funny: "Why do you respect me, I drink it?"

Song Chinese New Year's Eve: "Do you drink or not?"

Drink.

Qin Weizhou pinched her hand and lifted it up, and drank it all.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve sat sideways in his arms and kissed him with a smile.

The first time I saw this wine on Chinese New Year's Eve, there was a bitter taste, followed by a rich and mellow aroma.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve turned his head sideways and tasted the taste in his mouth: "Well, I don't particularly like it."

Qin Weizhou: "Try it in a bite."

Song Chinese New Year's Eve: "Tsk, the routine is not hidden a little, is it so blatant?"

Qin Weizhou managed so much, a big glass was poured, and he didn't care about what wine was over a few minutes, and he was even a little hurried.

"You deliberately... Hmm..."

This time he saluted her, and she drank.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve's fierce cup was bitter, and the smell in her throat was hot and hot back against her nose, forcing her physiological tears to come out.

"What kind of wine is this... Oh my God, it's so bitter!"

It was a lot lighter when it was in Qin Weizhou's mouth before, but this time it was directly in contact with the taste buds, and the bitterness was like traditional Chinese medicine.

"Is this medicated wine?"

Song Chinese New Year's Eve squinted his eyes to kiss.

It's really...

Song Chinese New Year's Eve actually didn't want to drink so much.

Qin Weizhou pasted it on to help her dilute the taste.

I really don't know what kind of wine it is, Song Chinese New Year's Eve, you take a sip and I drank for an hour, constantly kissing, constantly talking, as if there is a steady stream of words to tell him, I found that I was still very sober, there was no drunkenness.

But the wine is real wine, and the taste is too strong to fake.