Tan Xiaotian can't tell what he feels like now.

He guessed that it was something Wen Chen did on purpose to anger him, but somehow, when he saw Wen Chen and Bi Boyang standing together, he was really compatible. He inexplicably took a little jealous.

"Did I come at the right time?"

"No, you're here at the right time. I happened to want to have a drink, so why not go with me!"

Wen Chen smiled like a little fox who had stolen grapes. She simply packed up, put on her coat, and left the office with her head held high and her chest.

Bi Boyang glared at the fascinating scumbag and followed closely behind.

Tan Xiaotian, who was accidentally injured, walked inexplicably at the end.

The three of them went to the bar in the building, sat in front of the bar, and each ordered wine.

Wen Chen was in the middle, Tan Xiaotian and Bi Boyang were on the left and right.

The bartender inevitably took a few more glances at Tan Xiaotian.

Most of the people who come here to drink are white-collar workers in this building, almost all of whom are in suits and ties. It is really strange to see someone wearing sportswear occasionally.

Tan Xiaotian ignored the strange gazes around him, drank all the whiskey in a few sips, and then ordered another cup.

Bi Boyang's mind was full of thoughts about how to snatch the goddess from the fickle scumbag, so he tried his best to talk about his anecdotes when he was studying in Australia.

Tan Xiaotian didn't even bother with him, just listened quietly.

Wen Chen was listening to Bi Boyang blowing each other on the surface, but Yu Guang kept paying attention to Tan Xiaotian's every move.

She just wanted to stimulate Tan Xiaotian. If she really annoyed him, it would be more than worth the effort, so she was very nervous about his reaction.

Tan Xiaotian was drinking when he suddenly felt something touching his legs. When he lowered his head, a red high heel was climbing up along his calves, and he kept rubbing them.

Turning his head again, Wen Chen held the cup and turned his head slightly in the opposite direction, as if he was listening to Bi Boyang's words carefully, but the curve of the corners of his mouth betrayed her.

Tan Xiaotian closed his legs, and Wen Chen's left foot was firmly clamped.

Wen Chen tried a little harder and wanted to pull her feet out, but how could her little strength be Tan Xiaotian's opponent? She didn't even succeed in trying it several times. Not only did she not pull her feet out, but she took off her high heels.

Tan Xiaotian was drinking with ease, as if nothing had happened.

Bi Boyang realized something was wrong. He looked at Wen Chen suspiciously and then at Tan Xiaotian. Although there was no strangeness on the two of them, the feeling was very strange.

These two people seemed to be making tacit moves.

This hurt him a little.

"Mr. Tan, have you ever studied abroad?"

Bi Boyang began to show off his study abroad experience in front of Tan Xiaotian.

Tan Xiaotian shook his head, "I studied very well. It was a lucky thing to be admitted to Dongda University back then. I can't do such a difficult thing as studying abroad."

He had a clear understanding of this.

Bi Boyang was very depressed. He wanted to fight Tan Xiaotian for several rounds in this field, but he didn't expect Tan Xiaotian to accept his move at all and directly admit defeat. This made Mr. Bi, who was determined to show his strengths, depressed.

Bi Boyang racked his brains and thought for a while and found the hottest topic at present, "Dawn, have you heard of the French red wine tasting party to be held during Christmas?

Now the upper class in the Shanghai Stock Exchange is fighting to get an invitation."

Wen Chen shook his head, "I haven't heard of it. Although I usually drink some red wine, I just drink it randomly and can't taste good or bad."

Bi Boyang was inspired, "I have a lot of red wine in my family. If I drink too much, I can taste the difference."

When he talked about this, his eyes shone, and he felt that he could stabilize Tan Xiaotian in this regard.

He reached out and knocked on the bar, "Barner, do you have French wine?

It’s best to be the wine from the five famous shops.”

"Yes, sir, we have a good wine."

Bi Boyang waved his hand, "Change us three red wine glasses and open a bottle of Margot!"

Then he explained to Wen Chen that the dry red of Margaux Winery is elegant, delicate and gentle, and is most suitable for women to drink.

The bartender went to the back to pick up a bottle of Marge Dry Red and three goblets, opened the bottle and sobered up. During this period, Bi Boyang kept showing off his knowledge of red wine.

Don’t say it, Bi Boyang is still a little tricky. At least he is beyond ordinary people in terms of Bowen and strong memory, and he explains the history and characteristics of Margot very accurately.

Tan Xiaotian took a sip and frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. After all, except Latu, he rarely drank other wines, and could not taste good or bad.

Three of you, I and I, soon, a bottle of dry red will be seen.

For adults, drinking a bottle of 12 or 3 degrees of dry red is nothing.

Bi Boyang became excited and took out his bank card and handed it to the bartender, "Margo's taste is too soft and not satisfied, so I'll open another bottle of Latu for us."

The rich second generation is generous in making a move, and opened two bottles of red wine worth tens of thousands of yuan in a row.

Then he showed off his knowledge of red wine, "Latu is the most suitable for men to drink among the five famous shops. It has a strong and sharp taste and a strong stamina."

He said it was quite right, and Tan Xiaotian didn't say anything.

The bartender went to the back to get a bottle of Latu and showed it to the three of them.

Tan Xiaotian was stunned when he saw the wine label.

If you say that I am not familiar with other brands, it’s fine, but how can I not know about my own wine?

The bottle of Latour brought out by the bartender is actually a second-class product, called Les    Forts                                                                                                              

Except for professionals who have studied red wine, ordinary people cannot distinguish these differences.

But this doesn't matter. Even the second-class Latu product has a great taste.

The key to the problem is that the bottle of wine has a strange feeling from the body of the bottle to the label.

Tan Xiaotian didn't say anything, and watched the bartender open the bottle and sober up.

While waiting to sober up, Bi Boyang received a call and immediately became furious and said to Wen Chen in a hurry: "Dawn, my father said he got an invitation for a red wine tasting party, but he and my mother were going to Switzerland for Christmas. The itinerary has been booked and cannot be changed, so he asked me to attend the tasting party on his behalf. According to regulations, an invitation can allow two people to attend. Do you have time at that time?"

Wen Chen was playing a game of competing for high heels with Tan Xiaotian. When he heard Bi Boyang's words, he was stunned and looked at Tan Xiaotian with guilt.

She knew that it would be barely enough to play this prank game tonight. If she really followed Mr. Bi to attend the wine tasting party, Tan Xiaotian would be 100% angry.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in red wine either. You should look for someone else!"

Wen Chen refused decisively.

Bi Boyang was reluctant to give up and continued to persuade him, "Dawn, do you know what price this invitation has been sold out now?

At least 2 million, you must not miss this opportunity! I am sure that all the elites from the business circles in Shanghai will attend, and this is the best time to expand your connections."

Wen Chen is a strong woman who works in her career at heart. When she heard this, she bit her lip and subconsciously looked at Tan Xiaotian, wanting to ask for his opinion.

The bartender was pouring wine for Tan Xiaotian. Tan Xiaotian took a sip, put the goblet in his hand on the counter, and said calmly, "What's wrong with this wine, call out your person in charge."

The bartender widened his eyes, "Sir, are there any problems?"

Our bar never sells fake wine.”
Chapter completed!