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He strode towards the outside and chased after him, but he couldn't outrun the tall man at all.

Yang Qingheng opened the car door and saw Song Hengjue sitting upright inside, but the blush on his face revealed the turmoil in his heart.

"Oh, you are still shy. Why are you so mean when you tease me?" She joked, got into the car, and said to the driver in front, "Go to Ping'an Winery."

"Why are you going to the winery? Do you want to drink?" Song Hengjue asked strangely.

Yang Qingheng said: "This winery is opened by a veteran. There is a wine in it that tastes good. Tang Bainian's father likes this one. He wants to drink a few sips during the New Year's Eve dinner. I will buy a bottle while it is still early. Go back, or we’ll be gone in a few days.”

The old man doesn't usually drink, only once or twice a year, so he should drink to his heart's content.

Song Hengjue pursed his lips and muttered to himself: "It's so heartless to care about an old man more than me."

Yang Qingheng frowned: "What are you mumbling to yourself here? Are you scolding me?"

She narrowed her eyes with a hint of warning.

Song Hengjue laughed dryly and denied it: "How could it be possible? I was thinking about the New Year."

Yang Qingheng didn't believe it, but he knew he wouldn't get anything out of the question, so he didn't bother to ask.

Speaking of the Chinese New Year, Song Hengjue couldn't sit still and glanced at her secretly. He curled up his little finger and lightly tickled the hem of her clothes.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly, if you have something to say... hold it in." Yang Qingheng was impatient.

That cold expression seemed to Song Hengjue to be simply vicious.

He touched his nose guiltily, and when Yang Qingheng's patience was on the verge of running out, he said, "Where are you going to celebrate New Year's Eve?"

"Everyone is here at Tang Bainian's parents' house, so don't try to make any trouble." Yang Qingheng raised his eyes.

Seen through.

Song Hengjue touched his nose.

Just when Yang Qingheng thought he could finally usher in the long-lost silence, a faint sigh came from the side.

"Oh, I am a lover, and I have new clothes and money. My life is miserable. I have been sleeping with you for so long, and I haven't got a single piece of clothing or a word of concern. I actually have to spend the New Year by myself. My heart is broken. , worse than the hail outside..."

The sighs and the endless stream of bitter words made Yang Qingheng's forehead veins pop and his teeth become weak.

He roared angrily: "Song Hengjue, if you are done with this, get out of here." He said let it go and started singing. It was so ugly.

Seeing that she was angry, Song Hengjue became even more proud, and Mou tried his best to force her: "Oh, it's pitiful for me, a lonely man, who is still ill and has to be driven out of the car by this heartless man. How pitiful~"

He was so emotional that he even sang a bad joke.

The driver in front laughed so hard that his hands shook.

Yang Qingheng took a deep breath and gritted her teeth: "Yes! What! What!"

It was her words that Song Hengjue was waiting for. His waist was no longer sore, his back was no longer painful, and his illness was gone. He came over with a glowing face and said, "Meihu is setting off fireworks during the New Year. Let's watch them together? We just happened to be celebrating the New Year together, so why not?" You can eat glutinous rice balls."

When Yang Qingheng didn't answer, he elbowed her: "Is that okay? Okay?"

"It's up to you, but I have to see the situation." Yang Qingheng pinched his temples helplessly.

The Tang family's parents are celebrating the New Year with her, and Tang Xiaoxiao's girl is also there. There are too many people, and she may not be able to find a chance to sneak out.

Song Hengjue felt happy. At the same time, the car slowly stopped in front of a square.

"It's windy outside. You haven't recovered yet, so wait here." Yang Qingheng closed the car door and refused to comment.

Song Hengjue watched eagerly, fearing that she would regret the New Year's Eve incident, so she sat there obediently, not daring to refute.

Yang Qingheng said hello to the guard and came in with ease: "Uncle Xu, long time no see. How are you?"

"Okay, it tastes delicious," Uncle Xu laughed, and when he saw her coming, the surprise in his eyes seemed to overflow, "I heard Lao Liu talking about you a few days ago, saying that you haven't been here for a long time, and it just so happened that you were here today Inside, go in and see him, he will be happy."

He pointed in the direction of the winery.

Old Liu is the winery owner Yang Qingheng mentioned just now.

"I think he is too bored, otherwise he wouldn't be able to think of me." Yang Qingheng shook his head and chuckled, then raised his feet and headed inside.

As soon as I approached Uncle Liu's office, I heard a familiar voice.

"Boss Liu, except for me, you can't sell it at such a good price. Think about it carefully." Qiao Xihe was confident, took a sip of hot tea and calmed down.

Uncle Liu frowned: "Girl, this is not a question of money. I have said it from the beginning. Someone has already reserved this wine. If you really want it, it will only be available next year."

Qiao Xihe was displeased: "Why not? You look down on six hundred yuan. OK, then I will give you a thousand yuan and you give me this wine."

"I said you, a little girl, why can't you understand people? It's really a matter of integrity, not a matter of money. They will pick it up in a few days. Can't I let them go back empty-handed? Do I want to work in a factory as big as mine in the future? ." Uncle Liu was still good-natured and angry.

Qiao Xihe raised his chin and said with his usual arrogance: "What's the point of worrying about it? When he comes, you can just say that the wine was spilled and ask him to come back next year. At worst, you can return his money to him. ”

I was already feeling a little irritable.

This old man talked so nicely and kept saying one thing after another. To put it bluntly, he was just a businessman. He just felt that the money she gave him was not enough.

She was annoyed by Naqiao's appearance. If she hadn't troubled her father's friend some time ago and she needed this wine to please them, why would she come to a place like this to buy wine.

That person also had no taste. She asked someone to bring back thousands of dollars of foreign wine from abroad, but he didn't even look at it. He insisted on drinking this kind of wine brewed by a small factory who didn't know where, and he wasn't afraid of drinking it. died.

The more she thought about it, the more disgusted she became looking at the surrounding environment.

After listening to the exchange between the two, Yang Qingheng chuckled and opened the office door.

"Why is it you again! You came in without knocking, there is no courtesy at all." Qiao Xihe turned around and saw that it was her. Thinking that she had seen the ugly way she had been rejected by this old man, her face changed and her tone became harsh and mean. stand up.

Yang Qingheng raised her eyebrows before she could retaliate.

Uncle Liu's eyes lit up inside and he stood up in surprise: "Qingheng, you're finally here. I haven't seen you for several months. Why are you so busy? It's because you don't pay attention to me, an old man, so you don't bother to come." I."

At the end, he blew his nose, stared, and gritted his teeth.

Although he was angry, no one would think that the two of them were unfamiliar.

The familiar attitude was completely different from the alienation towards Qiao Xihe just now.

It was as if she, Qiao Xihe, was inferior to her. This difference made Qiao Xihe upset and angry, and she desperately wanted to do something to suppress her.

Yang Qingheng regarded her as nothing, and patted Uncle Liu on the shoulder: "Uncle, I don't want to come. I'm really busy. You can guess it. Why are you arguing with me, a junior?" Bar?"

He reached out and placed the gift he bought specially for him a few days ago on the table.

"I think you don't really want to come today. If it weren't for this bottle of wine, you might not be able to come even once a year." Uncle Liu exposed her.

Yang Qingheng shamelessly flattered him.

Uncle Liu was speechless, stuffed the wine into her arms, and waved his hand: "Take it, take it away, so that no one will come up to you and miss your bottle of wine every day."

When Qiao Xihe saw that the bottle of wine he wanted to buy was in Yang Qingheng's hand, his heart sank to the bottom, followed by boredom, so he simply took out two thousand yuan from his bag, a thick wad of money, which attracted two people They all glanced this way.

Qiao Xihe folded his hands in front of his chest: "Boss Liu, if you don't sell it for one thousand yuan, you can't sell it for two thousand yuan, no more."

Two thousand yuan, his factory's annual profit is probably only ten or twenty thousand yuan, I don't believe he won't be tempted.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Boss Liu, who had been unwilling to sell alcohol just now, changed his face slightly, and he was obviously tempted.

Qiao Xihe glanced at Yang Qingheng lightly, feeling indescribably proud, and stretched out his hand to grab the bottle of wine with a victor's attitude: "The wine belongs to Boss Liu, and he can sell it to whoever he wants. Boss Yang will not do it because of Just be angry about this.”