C15 He Secretly Drank His Wine

Chi Jingshen was playing the ending of the French movie, Untouchable. The music played in Wen Nuan's mind for the whole night. She hid on the sofa and kept thinking about her future.

There was still 500 yuan on the bank card. She could not afford to rent a room. She just had to wait for her salary next month. She did not ask Shen Yem for help. She did not like to trouble others. If she could take it on herself, she would quietly shoulder it. Furthermore, her luck was not too bad. She could even sleep on such a soft sofa.

When no one hugged her, she could take the initiative to hug the sofa.

Life was very helpless. The sun was just right, but suddenly, a tsunami rolled her into the cold deep sea.

Ding. . .

He did not know when, but he had already returned to his room. His phone rang.

Wen Nuan froze for a moment and subconsciously touched her phone to take a look. It was already one or two o'clock in the morning. Someone was still calling him?

She couldn't help but pricked up her ears.

"Why aren't you asleep yet? Be good, go to sleep. . . " His low and mellow voice was unbelievably gentle.

He must be coaxing a woman! Was it that Chu Fei?

"Do you miss me? Yes, I know. I'll come and see you in two days. " His voice even carried a hint of a smile.

It must be a woman!

Wen Nuan sat up and hugged her knees as she looked at his door.

He did not close the door. From this angle, he could see that he was lying down. He held up his phone and placed it beside his ear. The thin blanket covered his waist and a long leg was pressed on the blanket.

Suddenly, he turned his body and looked at Wen Nuan.

Wen Nuan did not have time to fall down and looked straight at him. Three seconds later, she grinned and waved at him. She stood up on the sofa and twisted her hips. . . . You can't see, you can't see. You can't see. . .

She twisted more than ten times, her back was covered in a thin layer of sweat, then she jumped off the sofa to find water to drink.

She was barefooted, stepping on the soft carpet, and scuttled from left to right like a kitten. Finally, she held the cup of water and directly scuttled in front of his piano. However, she still had some morals. She wiped her fingers on her body a few times before carefully touching the piano keys.

This piano, at least a few hundred thousand, right?

Wen Nuan knew a musical instrument and whistled. She used a leaf to fold and a finger to put it into her mouth. It could be used to blow the myriad of songs in the world, and it was very pleasant to listen to.

She looked up and drank the water. She pinched a leaf from the flower pot and wiped it on her clothes. After folding it, she put it into her mouth and blew a song, "Laughing in the Pugilistic World. "

The Pugilistic World was very big. She was Little Fish. The Pugilistic World was very deep. She swam very tired. However, fish were fish. As long as there was water, she could swim to any place she wanted to go.

"It's so late, why aren't you sleeping?"

He didn't know when, but he stood at the door of his room and knocked on the door.

She panicked and stuffed Leaf into her mouth. Oh my god, it's so bitter!

She covered her mouth and turned to look at him.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the door.

"So strange. . . " Was this person blind or not? Why did he look in her direction again and know that she was on the balcony?

She spat out a leaf and quietly wiped it on his piano. Who asked him to be rich? It made her think of Han Ting.

After this childish action was done, she felt sad again. How could she vent her anger on Chi Jingshen? This blind man could not see the light. He was also very pitiful!

"I'm sorry. " Thinking of this, she could only apologize.

When she raised her head to look at him, he was still standing there with his arms crossed, staring in the direction she was standing without moving.

"Can you see?" She felt guilty. With her hands behind her back, she kicked forward with the tip of her feet.

"I have ears! Why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night?" His face was cold, and his eyes were like cold stars.

"You were the one who answered the phone first. " Wen Nuan said in a muffled voice.

He sneered and walked forward. "Go and pour me a cup of wine. "

Wen Nuan lifted her eyelids and obediently went to pour the wine. He still drank in the middle of the night. Maybe it was because he had a phone call with the beauty and his heart was restless.

There were dozens of red wine bottles in the wine cabinet, and several of them were opened. She saw Burgundy being sold in the auction house in New York in the year 2009. At that time, a single bottle was worth more than 60,000 dollars. Now, it had risen to an unknown amount. . .

She pursed her lips and turned to look at him. She quietly poured a mouthful into her cup and prepared to enjoy it quietly later.

It was really just a small mouthful. She was too curious about the taste of such an expensive wine.

"Director Chi. " She held the wine over and handed it to him.

He leaned against the bed with the blind book on his lap. He gently touched it with his right hand and handed it to her with his left hand.

Wen Nuan's fingertip touched his fingertip. It was cold and scalding. As if he had been electrocuted, he quickly retracted his hand.

"Add another rule. No one is allowed to make a sound in the middle of the night. It's very easy for me to lose sleep. " He raised his head and took a sip of red wine, then said calmly.

Wen Nuan was speechless. He was the one who played the piano first and then answered the phone. Only the governor was allowed to set fire to the city, and the people were not allowed to light the lights.

"Then, you pay me half of the money in advance. I will go out and live. " She reached out to him and discussed with him in a low voice.

"No. " He frowned and firmly refused.

"Why?" Wen Nuan's face turned green.

"According to the eighth agreement. " He let go of the wine glass and concentrated on the book.

Wen Nuan stared at him for a while and ran back to the big box to flip the agreement.

The eighth condition - unconditionally obey the employer.

Pah! According to this logic, what if he says he won't pay when the time comes?

Wen Nuan turned her head and gave him a fierce glare. Indeed, men had no good things, and men with money had even less good things!

In the end, Wen Nuan also had insomnia!

She took a sip of the red wine that was not enough to fill the gaps between her teeth and glanced at the cabinet. . . The taste of this wine was really mellow, mellow and fragrant. If she drank more, she would definitely sleep very soundly.

She struggled for a while before lying down. She cursed herself in her heart: backbone, backbone!