I, ET, mixed entertainment circle

The first season of "Heart Sword" was just before the Chinese New Year, and it finally came to a successful conclusion under the whip of the ruthless Director He.In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, the shivering and runny-nosed monks in fairy costumes cheered and prepared to attend the wrapping banquet.It's a pity that President Yu only showed up at the banquet, gave a short speech, and then launched a wave of powerful "red envelope rain" attacks, and then quietly disappeared, leaving no opportunity for the handsome men and women with all kinds of thoughts to take advantage of.

Baoyan hesitated for a long time, and finally attended the banquet. She wanted to quietly inquire about the child's condition from President Yu. For so many years, Midnight Dreamed Back, she...is not without regret.Fear and remorse bite her heart like poisonous ants, tearing open the old wound that has scabbed on the surface but rotted inside, the pain is unbearable.In the deepest part of her heart, she strangely felt an absurd longing. Yu Qinghuan knew so much about such a secret thing back then. Looking at her age, maybe he, he is? !

After struggling for a few days, she finally plucked up the courage to ask for clarification. President Yu's assistant stopped her coldly and conveyed the words of the boss: that child is no longer in this world.

Baoyan was so drunk at the finale banquet that night, she staggered back to her residence, lay her head in a gorgeous and terrifying emptiness, vomited with tears, and fell asleep numbly.So be it!Regardless of whether it is true or not, what she can do for that child is not to disturb his world anymore.

The Spring Festival in Huaguo is approaching, but people in the entertainment circle are busier than usual, busy with publicity, busy with organizing various parties and concerts, and they are so busy. As the big boss of Beihuang, Yu Qinghuan is naturally very busy. What's more, he still has a big career in the United States, and he will be a trapeze every now and then. With a turning point, Yu Qinghuan is not willing to hand over the business she has worked so hard for to others, and only becomes a major shareholder who pays dividends and doesn't care about anything else.

If it weren't for Yang Qibei's strong "internal strength", his small body would be really awkward.

As soon as I got busy, it was New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.

The Chinese people around him had already had their annual vacation, and even the middle-aged single dog Ah Qi went back to the teacher's school to meet the elders. Yu Qinghuan only had a group of blond and blue-eyed crooked nuts who could order dumplings and pizza.

Yu Qinghuan felt that there was no taste in his mouth after eating the French meal carefully prepared by the chef.

"Did you send it to Mr. Yang next door?"

"Sir, I have prepared the same copy and just sent it to Mr. Yang."

Yu Qinghuan nodded, then asked again suddenly: "Is... is he alone?"

"Yes."

He took a few more mouthfuls, put down his knife and fork suddenly, and stretched out his hand: "Loiseau, call me, thank you!"

The notification tone on the other end of the phone beeped for a while, and a lazy man's voice sounded: "Qing Huan?"

Unable to suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth, Boss Yu sincerely sent out an invitation: "Brother Sloth, it will be snowing late, can you have a drink?"

Why is it snowing and you need a drink?Although Yang Qibei has not been able to understand this weird logic for a while, it does not prevent him from responding to the enthusiastic call of delicacies.

Of course there is wine, and it is good wine.

Judy loves red wine, but also likes to taste and collect all kinds of fine wines from all over the world. Her curiosity has always been as strong as her action.

When Yu Qinghuan returned to Huaguo, an ancient country of fine wine and food, it was inevitable to search for some famous and interesting wines for Zhu Di. Compared with the taste of traditional Chinese rice wine and white wine, Zhu Di preferred the ancient legends hidden behind the fine wines .

Yu Qinghuan has never drank alcohol—his health condition requires him to have strong self-control in all aspects. The "inner strength" treatment for more than half a year has given him a miracle. After his professional attending doctor checked his physical condition repeatedly, Amazing advice on how to properly live a "normal" life.

Drinking alcohol is not a manly behavior, but since so many people love it, it must also have a taste that is hard to give up.

Judy said that cherishing the beautiful things in this world, he plans to try to learn and taste them all.

"What do you drink?" Yu Qinghuan asked, pointing to the various wines lined up on the long table.

Yang Qibei picked up a bottle of white wine casually. His body is very adaptable to wine, and he can drink red, white and beer in his memory, but his mental cloud is for human beings who are never tired of using alcohol to stimulate the brain to secrete dopamine, thus The act of obtaining shallow physical pleasure is non-negotiable. After all, human beings with bodies are different from pure spiritual bodies. Physical pleasure is one of the main sources of pleasure in existence.

Food color also.

Even a spiritual cloud like him cannot escape the temptation of food, let alone a human being trapped in the flesh.

Yu Qinghuan gave a thumbs up to the heroic old man who filled the cup. He chose, and chose a bottle of Jiangnan rice wine for himself, holding the bottle and said with a smile: "I'm still weak, I'm still a little self-aware, try glutinous rice wine .”

Two new friends, strangers from different lands, pouring their own drinks, one drinking white dry wine, the other drinking rice wine, and French dinner. Although it is a bit nondescript, but life is rare to be happy, so why do you ask for rules?

Dozens of catties of unpolished glutinous rice from farmers are cleaned, soaked, steamed with firewood, pressed by hand, brewed, and the essence of the glutinous rice is condensed into a small vat of rice wine. As soon as you drink it, it is fragrant and thick with a hint of sweet and sour taste. , the faint aroma of wine lingers between the lips and teeth, making people unable to resist tasting the simple country taste one after another.

Rice wine is delicious but easy to get drunk. It’s okay to get drunk with relatives and friends, and get together during the festive season.

The more Yu Qinghuan drank, his face became redder, his eyes became brighter and brighter, his head was a little dizzy, but his whole body was light. He seemed to have said something, about the hard work of these years, about the childhood memories left in his dream at midnight The wound was aching... He seemed to be smiling all the time without saying anything.

Before midnight, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows are full of dazzling colors, with the sound of firecrackers, one after another fireworks are competing to bloom in the night sky, and the gorgeous "flowers" are flickering and swaying, blooming to the extreme , turning into little stars, slowly dissipating.

Yang Shulan spread himself out on the sofa, looked at President Yu, whose cheeks were flushed, and couldn't stop smiling, holding his empty rice wine glass, like a naive and curious child, staring at him in a silly but extremely happy way. He kept staring at the beautiful night sky until the bell rang on New Year's Eve and the fireworks cleared. Then he sighed loudly in loneliness, and when he turned around, he had already collapsed with a smirk.

Yang Qibei flew forward and caught the man, but he also drank too much tonight, his footsteps were a little frivolous, and his center of gravity was a little unstable. The two of them fell headfirst on the thick carpet.

"Hey, brother sloth, your belly is very comfortable to cushion."

Yu Qinghuan's face was flushed, like a big fragrant apple, he laughed and pressed Yang Qibei's soft belly with a round abs.

The air was filled with the aroma of wine, and Yu Qinghuan's breath also carried the sweet aroma of rice wine.

Yang Qibei's head is also a little dizzy. Although his original body was tested by "alcohol", he underestimated the stimulation of this primitive stimulant on the injured mental cloud. It's like a cat encountering catnip !

This effect was released slowly and firmly, and by the time he was alert, it was too late to stop drinking glass after glass of wine.Now his spiritual cloud has been waving all over the room indoors, waving like a banner in a strong wind, happily tasting the delicious emotions of joy and excitement that Yu Qinghuan radiates, wave after wave.

The vital parts were suppressed by the delicious food, and the extra delicious food was on the verge of his mouth again. The dizzy Yang Qibei narrowed his eyes dangerously, and let go of the suppression of his predator nature without hesitation... He clicked up.

He bit down on that handsome face that was quite in line with human aesthetics, and then licked it lightly, um...the smell of rice wine.

"Hey! Gentlemen don't move their hands, don't move their mouths!"

Laughing while panting, Yu Qinghuan fell headfirst into the warm neck of the person below her, rubbed her head a few times, found the most comfortable position, and fell asleep.

In the dream, he saw the gorgeous fireworks in the night sky again, one after another, making people overwhelmed and blooming tremblingly.

Yang Qibei stared, seeing Yu Qinghuan covering the tooth marks on his face and sleeping soundly, he moved his body to make himself lie down more comfortably, closed his eyes, and began to try hard to untangle his knotted trembling, it was almost overwhelming The tentacles of the mental cloud also sank into a dream unconsciously.

In the dream, there was a cloud of purple spirits circling around him ignorantly and lively, which made him a little irritable, but also seemed a little strangely happy. It was the first time since He was born that he had such a novel experience of interacting with his companions. The spiritual cloud "smells" very tempting, and when you touch it, there is a kind of soul trembling pleasure...

A burst of enthusiastic firecrackers sounded, and Yu Qinghuan woke up clutching her slightly aching head, and her chest was still a little stuffy.

When he opened his eyes, he was hugged by Yang Qibei, and Yang Sloth's long arm was tightly bound to his chest like climbing a tree. No wonder the situation suddenly changed suddenly after half a dream, and his chest became broken. Dashi's strange dream.

Yu Qinghuan laughed, and struggled to pull her two long legs out from between the sloth's legs, then sat up, and looked around, Ruoda's living room was ruined by two alcoholics like a typhoon blowing by a ten-level typhoon, and the wine bottle It was poured all over the floor, and there were wine stains everywhere, and the clothes of the two were wrinkled into pickled vegetables, emitting a peculiar smell.

Yu Qinghuan gritted her teeth, propped herself up on the ground and wanted to get up, but when she moved a little, she found that the sticky between her legs... oh!God, New Year's Eve has just passed!Spring came too early.

He clutched his forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and couldn't help but glance at the sleeping sloth brother. When he was with this interesting man, he would always have various, um, "situations" that he liked to hear.

Calling the housekeeper to deal with the mess, Boss Yu asked Yang Qibei to be helped to his room.

Yang Qibei half-closed his eyes and looked at him quietly, and continued to sleep comfortably on Boss Yu's bed.

After taking a good bath and cleaning himself up, Yu Qinghuan sat by the bed, couldn't help but want to laugh, stared at the sleeping face of the sloth on the bed for a long time, touched the corner of his mouth that couldn't be flattened, and picked up the phone .

"Hi, Judy."