"This wine tasting is similar to tasting women. When I was young, I liked clear porridge and side dishes, but now I like savory ones. The spicier and stronger the better."

Yu Jinwen was too lazy to pay attention to his fallacies. He placed an order for a drink that tasted pretty good and moved to the next area.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw his father, Shen Liushu, appearing in pairs with Zhuo Yuecheng.

He looked slightly startled and froze there.

Shen Liushu, on the other hand, was not surprised by his son's appearance because Zhuo Yue had told him beforehand, and said hello with a gentle expression, "Come to play with your friends?"

Yu Jinwen pursed his thin lips and said nothing, his eyes fixed on Zhuo Yue's arm holding Shen Liushu.

Zhuo Yue seemed not to notice his gaze, and held Shen Liushu's arm tighter, her soft body almost clinging to his body, and said with a smile: "Ajin, what a coincidence, I can meet you here. "

Yu Jinwen's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Zhuo Yue's tone of voice, expression and appearance were almost exactly the same as Zhuo Xuan's. No, it should be said that Zhuo Xuan was "taught" very well in this aspect by her aunt, and it was almost a perfect replica.

But for some reason, his aunt Zhuo Yue, who was once as gentle and beautiful as an angel in his heart, suddenly became hateful.

The way Zhuo Xuan looked in front of Nan Song was the same as the way Zhuo Yue looked in front of his mother.

He suddenly realized that he was following his father's old path!

Yu Jinwen's face suddenly turned pale and he could hardly stand.

Both Shen Liushu and Zhuo Yue noticed that something was wrong with Yu Jinwen's expression. The next moment, Fu Yu stepped forward and greeted him very naturally, "Hello, Uncle Shen, do you still remember me?"

"Xiao Yu. You are A Jin's comrade-in-arms and also his good brother. How could I not remember?" Shen Liushu restored his official friendly smile.

Fu Yu said a few words and left with Yu Jinwen, who was in despair.

Watching them leave, Zhuo Yue sighed as if unintentionally: "How long has it been, and you two, father and son, still haven't spoken. There is no overnight feud between father and son. Let's find a chance to reconcile as soon as possible."

Shen Liushu didn't speak, his thin lips pursed slightly, his expression was exactly the same as his son's, and there was a dark light in his eyes.

"However, I think it's probably not because of you that Jin is in a bad mood."

Zhuo Yue pursed her lips at Shen Liushu meaningfully, "A Jin's ex-wife, Nan Song, is also here. Well, she's right there."

Shen Liushu looked in the direction she pointed and caught a glimpse of the pretty figure sitting on the bar stool. She was very different from the well-behaved daughter-in-law in his impression.

He made the final decision, "Let's go over and have a look."

After walking around, I found that there were the fewest people in country I. The sommelier was very lonely because the translator did not come. Two guests finally came, but because of the language barrier, they left quickly.

Nan Song and Ji Yun walked straight over. The sommelier regained his enthusiasm, opened a bottle of red wine, raised his hand towards Nan Song, and chatted for a long time.

Nan Song smiled slightly and chirped back to him.

Ji Yun asked shamelessly, "What are you talking about?"

Nan Song transformed into a human translator, "He said that the color of the dress I wore today was very similar to the color of the wine in his hand. He complimented me on my beauty and my good temperament. I said thank you."

Before Ji Yun could speak, someone sat down next to Nan Song. Fu Yu said with twinkling peach blossom eyes: "I didn't expect you could speak Italian? But I seriously doubt that the second part of the sentence was imposed by you yourself."

Fu Yu was here, and Yu Jinwen was not far away. The originally empty bar stool was quickly filled with four people, and there was one person who could understand. The sommelier became excited again and enthusiastically invited Nan Song to be his interpreter.

He was babbling. Fu Yu listened carefully, but didn't understand a word. He patted Nan Song and asked, "What did he say?"
Chapter completed!