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The phone suddenly lit up. Bo Ting thought it was Jiang Wanyi, but when he looked over, he found that it was a redundant message.

Having been arguing with Jiang Wanyi for a long time, Bo Ting looked at the cold coffee and suddenly remembered that in the past four years, when Jiang Wanyi was at home, his coffee had never gone cold.

He looked silent and stared at the phone for a long time, still no news from Jiang Wanyi.

Gradually, I became a little absent-minded.

After a long silence, he sent a message.

At this time, upstairs.

After drinking a glass of red wine, Jiang Wanyi felt that her body had warmed up.

She turned to look at the man next to her.

He rolled up his shirt sleeves and exposed his arms, revealing his strong and powerful lines. The tendons on the back of the hand are bulging, full of a sense of strength that only men can have, giving people a very safe feeling.

Jiang Wanyi didn't know what Fu Hansheng's background was, but he just saw that even when he was eating, he made no sound at all, which showed that he had such upbringing and attitude in his bones.

Fu Hansheng seemed to have noticed Jiang Wanyi's gaze and turned to look at her: "Huh?"

A faint word, with a little deep magnetism, penetrated into Jiang Wanyi's ears. She didn't know if it was because of the alcohol, but she felt soft in her heart.

Holding the wine glass, Jiang Wanyi asked: "Shouldn't it be too wasteful to eat this kind of thing and drink red wine?"

Once in the Bo family, Jiang Wanyi also wanted to do this, but was laughed at by Su Qing and ridiculed by the servants.

Bo Ting gave her an indifferent look. Even though he didn't say anything, Jiang Wanyi could still see the displeasure in Bo Ting's eyes.

They all felt that they were so embarrassed. Bo Ting must have felt that she was embarrassed because she came from a small family. In the upper class, people in the upper class had never heard of hot pot.

Jiang Wanyi couldn't help feeling a little guilty and looked at Fu Hansheng: "I should have listened to Mr. Fu and drank sake. Things like red wine should be paired with Western food. Besides, Mr. Fu has never eaten these things, right? It was my negligence. "

Fu Hansheng glanced at Jiang Wanyi's finished cup. He could tell that she liked it.

I'm just timid, afraid of doing something wrong, and I don't think I can stand on the stage.

The life of the Bo family must be full of restrictions.

The little woman in front of him has been trained into a frightened little rabbit.

His eyes were fixed for a moment, and his voice was gentle: "The bottle of red wine that Miss Jiang drank just now is my collection."

"What?" Jiang Wanyi was shocked and didn't even pay attention.

Looking at the letters on it, her pupils trembled.

"I used your collection to prepare hot pot?" Jiang Wanyi felt embarrassed.

She thought about the time when Su Qing and the Bo family laughed at her for not being able to get on the stage.

She looked at the man next to her.

Mr. Fu, a person born in the upper class and well-educated, might she feel that she is not worthy of being on the stage at this moment?

Jiang Wanyi's face couldn't help but turn red at this moment, and she stood up and was about to apologize.

But she saw the man's knowing eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze focused on her face, and his originally cold voice, warm and deep, spoke to her in a low voice: "Food serves people, not people to accommodate food. As long as You like it, don’t get drunk and get drunk, it’s up to you.”

He poured himself a shallow glass of red wine, clinked it with Jiang Wanyi's empty glass, and drank it all.

Jiang Wanyi saw the protruding Adam's apple rolling between the man's cold white neck.

She was stunned by what he said, and something seemed to be spreading in her heart. Seeing him put down the wine glass, Jiang Wanyi asked cautiously: "Is this okay?"

Putting down the wine glass, Fu Hansheng looked at Jiang Wanyi, looked at her and smiled lightly, with a hint of strength in his voice: "Rules are set by people. Only those who are imprisoned by the rules will not be able to stand on the stage."