Quick Transmigration: Male God, why are you blackened again?

Back in the Garden of Silence, the servants and the housekeeper, Aunt Yun, were not there. Huo Beiyuan said that he had given them two days off.

Therefore, in the past two days, there was no one in Jiyuan to take care of their food and daily life.

After hearing this, Qin Ge raised his eyebrows at the man, and said nothing with a half-smile.

Fortunately, the two of them are not people who do not work hard, do not know the five grains, and starve to death without the care of the servants.

Sent Wang Qiuxia, the culprit who killed the original owner's life because of greed, to prison, and completely severed ties with the Jiang family, and solved two troublesome matters. Qin Ge was in a good mood and cooked a sumptuous dinner himself, and was very excited Gao went to the wine cellar to pick out a bottle of wine worth eight figures.

Dinner is a typical western style, steak and red wine, flowers and candlesticks, there is a subtle romantic atmosphere.

Like a date.

Qin Ge raised his glass, and the young man's delicate and cold eyes were like a painting under the candlelight: "Thank you, Huo Beiyuan."

This time I didn't call him uncle.

It's called by name.

But it seemed that this thank you was more serious.

He knew that whether it was Wang Qiuxia's imprisonment, or Jiang Xibai's and Lu Sinian's divorce and complete loss of the favor of the Jiang family, Huo Beiyuan's handwriting was behind all of this success.

The cruelty of the Huo family's internal competition makes it difficult for Huo Beiyuan to have any empathy for the concept of relatives. He doesn't have much sibling affection for his half-sister Huo Rong, and it's even less likely to have any affection for Lu Sinian, a cheap nephew. What kind of family affection, so the stack of photos mysteriously sent to Lu's house was not meant to be disrespectful to Lu Sinian being cuckolded by Jiang Xibai. There is only one possibility...

for him.

It doesn't matter if you vent your anger on him, or help him break up Jiang Xibai, in short, Qin Ge is not a person who doesn't know good and bad, and he has this kind of heart.

Huo Beiyuan poured the cup and touched him in the air, then handed it to his mouth and took a sip, his lips were stained with the color of the wine, sparkling and magnificent.

The man's handsome eyebrows and eyes were full of moving meanings, and his voice was as low and deep as old wine, "Is it just a verbal thank you?"

Qin Ge, "..."

Huo Beiyuan glanced at his mouth, and said slowly, "However, it's not impossible to thank him verbally."

"..."

Qin Ge was expressionless.

Huo Beiyuan, you old rascal.

Well, the trace of emotion that was brewed just now is gone now.

Qin Ge pulled his lips, and said with a fake smile: "I worked so hard to make dinner, isn't it enough to thank you? Do you want me to feed you?"

Who knows, Huo Beiyuan pondered for a moment, and said, "If possible."

Qin Ge: "..."

Huo Beiyuan is well versed in how to smooth out the boy's hair after pissing him off. The speed was just right, and he calmly retreated, saying: "If it doesn't work, forget it."

Qin Ge has always been soft and hard, but under certain circumstances, he still prefers soft compared to hard.

Like right now...

He stood up suddenly, holding a fork in his hand, with a sliced ​​steak on it, walked from his seat to the other end of the table, "Don't you want me to feed you? Eat it."

That menacing look didn't look like a feeding between lovers, it felt more appropriate for Qin Ge to chop someone up with a knife.

Huo Beiyuan pulled the man onto his lap, "Let's eat together."

After eating this meal, they finally kissed each other.

Someone asked Qin Ge to feed him wine, the young master resisted the urge to put the red wine on his head, thinking in his heart that this is an eight-figure wine, a mouthful of 10,000+.

Based on the principle of not being wasted, Qin Ge handed the wine glass to Huo Beiyuan's mouth. The man opened his lips and took a sip, but his eyes fell on Qin Ge's face without blinking. His eyes were dark and deep, with a certain Kind of hot.

Just when Qin Ge was about to put down his wine glass, the man reached out to pinch his chin and kissed him. At the same time, there was red wine that came with the kiss.

The breath was intertwined, and the purple wine dripped from the corner of the mouth.

In the end, more than half of the 10,000+ sip of precious red wine was drunk, and the other half slipped from the lower jaw, twisting and disappearing into the Adam's apple and collar.

The young man was breathing heavily, the end of his eyes were dizzy and bright red, and his pupils had a misty taste. He was hugged by a man on his lap, and the collar of his snow-white shirt was dyed wine red, as if white paper had been scribbled on indiscriminately. No extravagance.

Huo Beiyuan kissed his ear, his lips were astonishingly hot, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Honey, do you want to drink?"

Qin Ge licked his lips, feeling his mouth was dry. The sip of wine just now was not enough to quench his thirst, so he nodded, "...Mmm."

Huo Beiyuan only took it as an invitation.

A bottle of expensive red wine worth eight figures was ruined tonight. If wine lovers saw them drinking red wine in such a way, they would beat their chests and feet with grief, and scold the two for their waste of money.

Obviously, good wine should be tasted slowly. Taste the astringent tone of tannin and melt between the lips and teeth. The taste, middle taste and aftertaste are all different.It's like a cow chewing peony!

However, it was not the case for Huo Beiyuan.

Huo Ye in Beicheng is worth hundreds of billions, and he has plenty of money. The longest vintage of a room of famous wines in Jiyuan wine cellar can be traced back to more than 200 years ago. Of course, Huo Beiyuan is not a collector of famous wines. He just bought an Ozhou winery. .

For Master Huo, who is ordinary except for being rich, this bottle of wine is not a waste, and it is even more delicious than the most expensive wine he has ever had...

The remaining half bottle of red wine was overturned, and the liquid flowed down the white tablecloth.

Huo Beiyuan trapped the person in front of him and the dining table for a deep kiss. Qin Ge had to support his body against the table with his backhand, supporting his body that kept leaning back.

The hem of the shirt was unintentionally lifted, revealing a thin white waist, the overturned red wine stained the skin, and the evening wind blew through, bringing a shivering chill...

The sumptuous dinner he carefully prepared seems to be impossible to eat tonight...

Qin Ge closed his eyes, the salty sweat slipped into his eyes, a little stinging, he tried his best to calm his breath, but his voice still revealed a few trembling sounds: "...Go upstairs."

Huo Beiyuan's legs were already healed, and he used to use a wheelchair just to confuse the world, but now he stood up from the dining table, picked up the boy and walked upstairs.

It doesn't look like a man who has been in a wheelchair for several years.

The bed in the bedroom was big and soft, Qin Ge was lying on the pillow, perhaps because of drinking, his cold white skin was dyed a light pink.

With thick black eyelashes hanging down, Huo Beiyuan kissed his beautiful shoulder blades, and said in a low voice, "...Baby, I'm willing to bet and lose."