742: C742 It's Just a Glass of Wine

C742 It's Just a Glass of Wine

Jiaang Jie was a little surprised, "Qingge, this wine is not like this. This is Vassam, the best fruit wine in the Buffett manor. The aftereffects are very strong, and this wine needs to be mixed with green lemon to drink."1

Jiaang Yuanyuan smiled, "Aiya, Tang Qingge, it has been a long time since you attended such an occasion. Why don't you even drink wine?"

Tang Qingge looked at the wine and did not say anything.

Jiaang Jie was a little vexed, "Sorry Qingge. If I knew earlier that you did not know how to drink this wine, I would have told you earlier."

Tang Qingge, "It's okay. It's just a cup of wine."

But Jiaang Jie seemed to be very upset, "Qichen really is. Why didn't he remind Qingge before he came? It made me so awkward too. Miss Tang should blame me for this. Sigh... It's all my fault. I didn't know Miss Tang didn't know either. "

Jiaang Jie felt a little guilty," If Qichen knew, would he blame me? "

Jiaang Yuanyuan did not mind the matter being too big and was a little angry." Sister, how can I blame you? You have such a good relationship with my brother-in-law. Why would he blame you for this woman? She herself did not understand. How could she blame others for her lack of manners? Every upper-class person knew how to drink Vasamy, Tang Qingge. You can't do it yourself. It was clearly you who pretended to know nothing. You even caused my sister to be upset and blame herself. You're such a bad woman! "

"Yuanyuan, stop it."

Tang Qingge,... ""

She took a deep breath and did not want to get angry with Jiaang Yuanyuan.

But Jiaang Yuanyuan was angered by her attitude of ignoring her, "You actually ignored me? Tang Qingge, don't you have a tutor? If you ignore what others say, do you have any manners?"

However, there were always people who moved closer to her.

"If you say that I have no manners, then do you have manners?"

"Tang Qingge, you actually say that I am uncultured?!"

Tang Qingge said slowly, "I just said that it is just a cup of wine. It is fine. I did not put this matter at ease. It is you who kept saying that I blame Miss Jiaang Jie. It is really strange. Do you not understand human language?"

"If you do not understand human language, then why should I bother with you? You chose to ignore what I said. Of course, I also ignored what you said. Humanity's upbringing and respect are relative, and you ignore me... I naturally wouldn't care about you. "

She thought it through and decided not to pretend anymore.

Jiaang Yuanyuan's face turned red from the scolding. If not for the fact that there were still so many people around, she really wanted to go over and tear her mouth apart right now.

Who did she think she was to dare to speak to her in such a manner!

"Yuanyuan."

Jiaang Jie looked at her and Jiaang Yuanyuan unwillingly shut her mouth.

"Yuanyuan is not sensible. Miss Tang, I hope you can forgive me."

"It's fine. I will not mind."

Jiaang Jie picked up the wine cup and added a little bit of green lemon seasoning. The taste of the wine was overflowing. She had an exquisite face that could tempt one's soul but this face was not beautiful. Instead, it looked as holy and beautiful as an angel.

"This kind of wine also has a very good story. I don't know if Miss Tang has heard it before. I have heard of its story when I was overseas. It is said that Masami is made by a pair of lovers. They have been together since they were young. Their hearts are in sync. They can tell what each other is thinking with just one look. It was like a pair of lovers who were born together. "

Jiaang Jie's slender and beautiful green onion finger drew the edge of the cup and looked at her with a meaningful smile. "Just like how Vanessa's honey should be matched with green lemon. If it was something else, it would have changed its taste, right Miss Tang?"

..." "

If she still could not understand the meaning behind her words, then she would be silly.

Tang Qingge pursed her lips and lowered her eyes to look at the wine in her hand and suddenly smiled.

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