Mrs. Nalan curled her lips: "Swish, I'm afraid I can't take it out because of this cheapness. I don't know if I'm very happy or not..."

She was sad for a moment and said to herself: "Oh, no matter what, man, will you drink two glasses of wine when you encounter unhappy things? No matter what, I want to give him the best wine to cheer him up and write the crazy, cool and handsome words..."

Mrs. Nalan's muttering made Lu Yi confused.

But Nalan Yejue's eyes became a little deeper.

Suddenly, he raised his hand lightly, pressed his index finger on the smart fingerprint lock in the wine cellar: "You take it."

Mrs. Nalan was surprised: "Really? Did you agree?"

Nalan Yejue: "Well. Take the box next to you as well."

Mrs. Nalan was so happy: "I finally felt that you are my biological child."

Nalan Yejue: “…”

In love, you have always regarded me as a pickup?

Lu Yi suffocated instantly: "..."

Master Di, Madam, the box next to it is more expensive.

It is simply the most expensive wine in the wine cellar, the top Hennessy, no one!

The best-knowing alcoholic, the kind who can become an immortal if you smell it.

Museum collection-grade wine.

Master Di actually allowed him to send it to outsiders like this???

The lady is confused when she is old, is the Emperor also confused?

Lu Yi watched Mrs. Nalan carry two boxes of sky-high wine, and his heartache was so sad that his meat was almost falling off.

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Royal Academy.

Because Xinghe was completely out of order for two days, Song Anjing and Qiu Gang's bets were not achieved for a long time.

Every day, Qiu Gang swayed in front of the students of the Medical School and the School of Pharmacy with great might: "Haha, just wait and be screaming. Xinghe must have written according to the ideas I said."

Song Anjing spat him a few times, turned his head and held his cheek and worried:

"When will Xinghe Dada be updated? I'm so worried... Xinxin, why don't we give Xinghe Dada some gifts to let him get better soon? Someone in a fan group said that Xinghe Dada might have suffered a car accident and had a leg injury. He couldn't walk. He sat in a wheelchair and could only be pushed to bask in the sun... So, I want to give him a chair cushion for the pink bear that I sewed in my own hands, so that it would be more comfortable to sit in a wheelchair."

Qin Xin had just taken a sip of water and almost spit it out: "..."

She can't walk, she has good legs, thank you.

Who knew, Song Anjing turned around and said, "But some fans said that even if Xinghe could not walk, his hands could still move, so he shouldn't ask for leave. He could even knock on the computer in a wheelchair to update us. It seems that there is some reason, right?"

Qin Xin: "…Cough cough cough.”

Is this sure it's not a black fan?

Too cruel.

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night.

Qin Xin went to the publishing house and went home to give Xiaoshuang a guitar for a while. After taking a few bites, he went upstairs to go to the study to write a manuscript.

When Nalan Yejue entered the door, his eyes swept across the two boxes of expensive Hennessy. The seals on the boxes were exactly the same as those he had treasured in the wine cellar. The corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he swept another pink chair cushion, with an ugly looking bear embroidered on it, and the corners of his lips twitched.

The little lady is bringing all the tasteless gifts to her home?

He quietly picked up the pink chair cushion and handed it to Xiaoshuang: "It's cold, just cushion the bullet."

"Thank you brother-in-law!"

"Where are hers?"

"Sister is in the study, brother-in-law, the supper is made by the servant tonight, so I didn't eat much." Xiaoshuang informed me in time.

Nalan Yejue curled his lips slightly: "Yeah."
Chapter completed!