Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Finally, the bartender fully blended the three liquors, and poured the light yellow clear liquor into the glass.

The purple flower in the center of the ice cube in the glass became hazy under the wrapping of the wine, as if it was also covered with a layer of intoxication.

The bartender decorated the wine glass with a piece of spiral-shaped kumquat peel. A glass of white Negroni was ready and handed it to Cheng Xiaoyu.

Cheng Xiaoyu picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

The bartender looked at her with a smile: "How does it taste?"

Cheng Xiaoyu took another sip. In fact, she didn't know much about wine, so she just expressed her intuitive feeling: "It feels a little sweet and a little bitter."

The bartender smiled and nodded: "This is a cocktail dedicated to adults, the world of adults, bittersweet, and because of this, everything is just right."

Cheng Xiaoyu thought about her relationship with Mr. Shi, as if that was the case.

Sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter, for example, yesterday was sweet, today is bitter.

Cheng Xiaoyu once again marveled at how powerful the bartender is, with cool skills, super good looks, and insight into people's hearts. How did he know that she is bittersweet now?

Of course, these are not important.

Now she wants to know how this wine is made, and she will have a glass for Shi Zong later.

So Cheng Xiaoyu tentatively asked, what was the wine just now, if it was a secret recipe, it was inconvenient to tell, so just pretend she didn't mention it.

The bartender said with a smile: "The recipe of the cocktail is not secret. The three kinds of alcohol are gin, orange liqueur and vermouth. They are all three-quarter ounces, about 22 milliliters."

Cheng Xiaoyu took out the memo on her phone and wrote it down.

Afterwards, the bartender went to receive other guests, and Cheng Xiaoyu continued to drink her glass of sweet and astringent wine, her spirit gradually relaxed, and her restrained and suppressed emotions crept out quietly.

During the day, she was trembling and careful, for fear of angering or annoying the CEO.

Now that he had a glass of wine, Cheng Xiaoyu didn't care so much, he picked up his mobile phone and called Shi Shenyuan.

Wait for the ring to continue until it hangs up automatically.

It doesn't matter, Cheng Xiaoyu drank the remaining half glass of wine and continued to fight.

Times president's office.

At that time, Shen Yuan had just sent off the visiting guests and returned to the desk, the screen of the mobile phone flickered, and the last call was automatically hung up.

He picked up the phone and glanced at it. It was Xiao Yu calling, and he had already called twice before.

Looking at the time, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and dinner should have been finished.

Afraid that she was looking for him for something, just as she was about to call back, Xiaoyu called him for the third time.

When Shen Yuan answered: "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Shi... you finally answered the phone, I thought... thought you would never talk to me again."

Her voice was thick nasal, as if she was crying, and she was a little sticky when she spoke, as if she had been drinking.

And in the background sound on her side, there are crisp sounds of glasses colliding, sounds like shaking ice cubes, and soothing music.

Shi Shen Yuan frowned, did he go to the bar?

"Where are you now?"

"In the restaurant, Xiao Jiu and Gu Hanye are dancing, and I'm just drinking at Dog Food, hehe."

Hearing that she was with Xiao Jiu and Gu Hanye, Shen Yuan felt relieved, "Drink too much?"

"No, it's just two cocktails." She paused, as if she had taken another sip of wine, and then said to him, "Boss Shi, are you done yet?"

"almost."

"Oh……"

When Shen Yuan held the phone in one hand and operated the mouse with the other, he opened the unfinished file in the afternoon and continued to browse.

Cheng Xiaoyu suddenly said: "By the way, I almost forgot something important, do we have gin at home... um... and orange liqueur, and..."

She seemed to be unable to remember what to say, and then her voice moved a little away from the microphone, and she said, "By the way, handsome guy, what else is there?"

Immediately a clean male voice replied: "Bai Weimo."

When Shen Yuan frowned even tighter, the mouse pointer stopped.

Xiao Yu kept saying "Yes, yes, Bai Wei Mo", and then the voice returned to Shi Shenyuan's ear, "Mr. Shi, and Bai Wei Mo, do we have these three kinds of wine?"

"Only gin, what are you doing?"

"Hey, I won't tell you," and then she said stickily again: "I'm fine, Mr. Shi, you should be busy!"

After speaking, he cut off the call.

Shi Shenyuan looked at the phone screen where the call ended, took a deep breath, was silent for two seconds, saved the file again, and pressed the power off button.

Then he got up and left the office chair, grabbed the car keys, carried his suit, and strode out of the office.

……

In the restaurant, Cheng Xiaoyu leaned on the bar with his elbows, and rested his hands on his slightly swollen temples, watching the bartender hand over a third glass of wine named "Heartache".

When ordering this glass of wine, Cheng Xiaoyu hadn't dialed Mr. Shi's phone number. She felt a little heartbroken, and she was so wronged that she wanted to cry, so she asked the bartender to make a "heartache".

But after Shi Zong answered the phone, she felt less pain.

So looking at this cocktail mixed with fresh egg liquid and soda water, I can't help but feel a little embarrassed. Can this thing taste good?

The bartender smiled and said, "Don't you even have the courage to try it?"

"Will it be more uncomfortable after drinking?"

"Don't you know if you try it?"

Cheng Xiaoyu took a deep breath. In order to make this glass of wine for her, the bartender shook the glass for 5 minutes, and her arms were sore looking at it.

Can't waste the fruits of other people's labor, well, she picked up the slender cylindrical cup.

Holding the straw, Cheng Xiaoyu took a sip, raised her brows, and brightened her eyes. This is not a feeling of heartache, it is clearly a feeling of love!

The taste of this cup of drink is very sweet, the syrup and cream are fully mixed, and the egg liquid has been fully foamed, the taste is very dense, the finishing touch is the soda water added at the end, the taste is more refreshing, not as fishy as she imagined taste.

"Sweet or bitter?" the bartender asked.

"Sweet!"

"Then you're lucky," the bartender said with a smile, "People who are really heartbroken can't taste sweetness, and I find it bitter."

Cheng Xiaoyu stared at the man in front of him and was stunned for two seconds.

Still smiling, he calmly tidied up the large and small wine vessels on the table.

It seems that everyone has a past that they don't want to touch...

She thought again of the sad episode that she had toned down and sealed in her heart, as well as those smashed wedding invitations, and the white wedding dress at the bottom of the box.

Is Shi always caring, or is she caring?

She thought she had come out a long time ago, but today she realized that she was affected by that failed relationship all the time.

It's not that she can't remember her old relationship with Yan Hao, but that she once devoted herself to a relationship, but what she reaped was a bitter fruit. This is a very painful gap.

Now she and Shi Shenyuan are talking about marriage again.

Shen Yuan was different when I knew it, but there was still a voice in my heart asking myself, if even the people who have been with her for more than ten years and spoiled her and protected her can hurt her severely, who else would not hurt her? Woolen cloth?

She was afraid that she would order another wedding dress that she would never wear, and she was also afraid that she would order a wad of wedding invitations that would be thrown into the shredder before being sent out.

Cheng Xiaoyu, who dared to love and hate in the past, seemed to be sealed up forever by her, but now she has become worried about gains and losses, and timid.

She took another sip of the wine, and the sweetness drove her away from her chaotic thoughts. She asked the bartender: "Is this really wine? Why doesn't it taste like alcohol at all?"