Then, the wine spitters were turned around one by one, and the guests' actions were exactly the same, some spitting wine, and some pouring wine, as if this was a normal thing.

Each of these actions was like hitting Zhuo Xuan in the face from a distance. She was stunned for a moment, and her face suddenly turned red.

Zhuo Yue couldn't help but turned around and scolded, "Sit down!"

As soon as Zhuo Xuan sat down, she heard Zhuo Yue ask.

"Didn't you tell me that you have been to many wine tasting parties? Why don't you even understand this basic etiquette?"

Only then did Zhuo Xuan learn that the wine bottle originally had a control nozzle that could limit the amount of wine poured out to one ounce, but sometimes the sommelier would uncontrollably pour too much. At this time, people usually drank a little and then poured more.

a little.

Originally, a wine tasting party is a party for people to taste wine, not to drink. A professional wine taster will not drink all the wine, and he is not here to get drunk.

Seeing her confused and stupid look, Zhuo Yue felt angry and resentful in her heart. She was angry that she had been deceived by her, and she was angry that she had brought her here without asking her questions clearly. Otherwise, she would have to teach her some basic etiquette at the last minute.

It won't be as ridiculous as it is now.

Zhuo Xuan humiliated everyone with her series of actions at the wine tasting party. She wanted to find a crack in the floor to crawl into. She wanted to hide in the bathroom in the name of peeing, but accidentally bumped into the waiter.

Her snow-white dress was immediately stained by wine and most of it was stained.

"Ah, my skirt is going to kill you!"

Zhuo Xuan shouted angrily, feeling very sorry for herself that she had spent a month's salary to buy a dress for the occasion.

The waiter was scolded and felt aggrieved, "Miss, it was you who rushed up to bump into me, and don't you know it's better not to wear a white skirt to a cocktail party? If you were wearing red, you wouldn't be so miserable...

..”

Seeing that Zhuo Xuan was still arguing with the waiter, Zhuo Yue's head hurt. He was afraid that she would be embarrassed again, so he quickly dragged her to the bathroom.

Nan Song was bored by the theater, and his originally happy mood was disturbed by some mindless trolls. He paid the bill for the red wine he ordered, gave him an address, and left with Ji Yun.

Yu Jinwen watched Nan Song leave, with his bright red back and slightly pursed lips.

Fu Yu came over and said, "What Nan Song and Zhuo Xuan are wearing today reminds me of a book, "Red Roses and White Roses". There is a classic quotation in that book, do you know?"

Yu Jinwen was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Fu Yu recited to himself, "Perhaps every man has had two women like this, at least two. They married red roses. Over time, the red ones turned into a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white ones were still the moonlight in front of the bed.

';If you marry a white rose, the white one is like a rice stick on your clothes, but the red one is like a cinnabar mole on your heart."

After reading slowly, he tilted his head and asked Yu Jinwen, "How is it? Do you have any resonance?"

Yu Jinwen glanced at him coolly.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Fu Yu smiled slightly, "I want to say, whether it is a red rose or a white rose, in short, what you can't get will always make you riot. To put it bluntly, it's still a shame."

"..."

No one responded to him. Suddenly, a mellow voice came from beside him, "It is better to move than not to move. If you are young and your heart is filled with despair, what can you do?"

Shen Liushu walked over silently, looked at his son with a pair of gentle and deep eyebrows, and lightly opened his thin lips.
Chapter completed!