After sitting down on the edge of the bed, his hand habitually went to the low table, and after shaking it empty, he turned his head to look at Chi Jisong: "Go and get a bottle of red wine." ”

Chi Jisong, who was about to sit on the bed, heard the words, put down his hand to lift the quilt, and walked outside.

Chi Wei was the only one left in the room, he glanced at the messy and sweaty pillow towel, and let out a sneer, "Are you still afraid......"

There is a wine cellar under the villa, which has a lot of expensive red wine, but it is not Chi Wei who bought it himself, he is not a drinker, and occasionally drinks so many times, there are countless people to send wine, and the annual output is surprisingly small Bertus is also displayed.

This was not the first time she had come to help Chi Wei get wine, and the faint orange light made her lose her usual interest in appreciating the red wine displayed like a work of art.

She stepped on her slippers and walked towards the one that Chi Wei used to drink, and put it a little high, she brought a small stool and stepped on it to reach the third layer of wine.

After getting the wine, she stepped back and prepared to come down, but the slippers seemed to take root on the stool, a friction, she leaned back and fell to the ground, the red wine came out of her hand, and cracks broke on the ground, the mellow aroma of wine overflowed, and the purple-red liquid was as dark as the two pools of blood stains before.

She stared at the mass for a moment, then got up to clean up the mess and took the bottle back to her room.

"Which bottle of wine did you drop me?" Chi Wei looked at the wine stains on her pajamas and asked with a dark face.

"The bottle you often drink, the third layer is on the left." She replied specifically.

This one is in the cellar, the only one purchased by him personally, after negotiating with the winery, a small box will be sent every year, a total of six bottles, after Shen Zhishu and they took a few bottles, there was not much red wine left, and another bottle was dropped.

The winery produces very little, and the next delivery will have to wait until the middle of next year.

He suddenly didn't want to read bedtime stories to this debt collection thing.

After calming down for a few seconds, he said to Chi Jisong: "Change your clothes and go to bed again." ”

For Chi Jisong, his temper has improved a lot.

Because it is useless to know how to get angry and angry, she is just a ball of cotton, and she still locks the door.

When she came out after changing her clothes, she smelled the faint fragrance in the air, and her eyes swept over the small table next to the bed, on which someone had placed a bottle of incense, and the smell made people feel a lot more soothing.

She lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed.

Chi Wei flipped through the paragraph he had read before and began.

"Mr. Chi, thank you."

Chi Wei didn't answer, and read the article in his cold voice, "Although you are very beautiful, you are very empty. No one wants to die for you", once in French, again in Chinese, so alternative gentleness.

……

In the kindergarten, the teacher ends the class after arranging the need for the children to go back and inform their parents.

Qi Shuanglu sat next to her, watching her write a translation of the long French sentences in the book with the words and sentences she didn't remember much, and she had already known a lot of words in the past few days.

"Why didn't you come to school yesterday?"

"I'm going to see a doctor."

"Where are you sick?"

The boy's voice suddenly became anxious, and Chi Jisong still replied slowly and carelessly: "My face." ”

"Where?" Qi Shuanglu thought he had misheard.

"My face." She repeats patiently, her hands moving.

"Why do you get hurt all the time? It was the legs before, now it's the face. He couldn't help but get his hands on it, holding the girl's face in both hands, breaking it in front of him, his eyes closer, and looking carefully at every place.

"There's no problem."

Chi Jisong didn't speak, nor did he break away from his hand, but the little boy reacted for a few seconds, and then retreated sharply with red ears.

"I can't laugh."

"Really?"

Chi Jisong nodded.

He didn't disbelieve it, he didn't try to make her laugh, he just sat next to her and said with certainty, "It's going to be fine." ”

As if he didn't think it was enough, he said firmly: "It'll be fine." ”