Song Wenli walked downstairs, and the sky was dark and dark after the rain. He lifted his eyelids and glanced up, and the window was closed under the light, and a shadowy figure stood by the window.

Inexplicably a little irritable in his heart, his hand touched a piece of wetness, he subconsciously opened his palm and grabbed it, pulling off a few wet green leaves. There was a slight tugging sensation when the leaves were detached from the roots, small but not to be ignored, and the dullness in his heart that had nowhere to vent seemed to be relieved a little.

As if he had found something new and interesting, he couldn't help but pull at the thicker roots under the green leaves. The further down you go, the heavier the pulling sensation becomes, the stronger you get, and the air blocking your chest will erupt.

Ka –

The crisp sound and the stinging sensation came from the ears and skin to the brain, respectively.

Song Wenli spread out his palm, and the root as long as half a finger lay quietly on it. Further up, the tip of the index finger oozed fine streaks of blood. The blood streaks are like nutrients, nourishing the dark green thorns above.

He watched as the blood flowed down the path of his fingerprints, and there were inconspicuous traces where it snadied.

The seemingly innocent little green leaves also have the ability to sting others, not to mention the thorny roses.

Song Wenli threw away the little green leaf, ignored the thorn pierced in his fingertips, and strode into the gray rain.

*

Stepping on the time of Chu Huainan's return to China, the bidding for the wine agency right of Ceylay Winery will start in advance.

The news came suddenly, and when Lin Yimian and Frank met, they knocked on the side and asked the reason. Frank didn't say much, just told Lin Yimian that there was something going on at the winery and he had to go back early, and invited Lin Yimian to go to France to play.

Lin Yimian pretended to shirk and asked about the project bidding. Frank shook his wine glass, dark red shining into his light blue pupils, seductive and affectionate, "Miss Lin, I hope to see you at the winery on grape harvest day next year." ”

The winemaking cycle is different for each wine, and it takes a long time from the grape harvest to the market. Picking, crushing, fermentation, these processes take 1-2 months, and then they are matured in oak barrels or cement cellars. Because each wine is different, the aging time is also different, ranging from a few months to 36 months or even longer.

Château Chouillay now launches this wine that has taken two years to mature alone.

Lin Yimian thought of what was shown on his profile, and looked up at Frank for a moment, and suddenly understood what he meant.

On the day of the bidding meeting, Lin Yimian followed Chu Huainan into the conference hall. There were many companies present, but there was no Song Group.

Song Wenli has a strong family background and a wide range of contacts, maybe he knows something, so he didn't come.

Lin Yimian's clenched palms were full of sweat, although Frank deliberately hinted at it that day, but until the last moment, no one could guarantee that there would be no other variables halfway.

She was relieved to see that no one from the Song Group came. In this project competition, the Song Group is the strongest opponent if they are absent......

Before Lin Yimian could finish thinking about it, he found that he was naïve.

Because Song Wenli led their team into the conference hall.

Without squinting, he walked straight to Lin Yimian and Chu Huainan and sat down opposite him, his posture was calm, and his face was indifferent with a look of indifference that had always rejected people thousands of miles away.

Lin Yimian glanced at him, the man was sitting on a chair, his wrist bones were distinct, and his knuckles were bent and he casually flipped through the planning book handed by the person next to him.

He obviously looked so casual and lazy, but Lin Yimian began to panic from the bottom of his heart for no reason.