Chapter 440 (1/2)
Looking at Ling Xiaoya's sneering face, Zhang Xingyun quickly explained, ”Qin wine is a kind of distilled liquor. During distillation, the head and tail of liquor are strictly controlled, and the middle-class liquor is selected by stages. Finally, the head and tail of liquor are subject to secondary distillation. In this way, the liquor quality is pure, and the golden wine has a mellow, endless aftertaste and delicate taste.”
”Just like your wife, although it seems that you are resisting people from thousands of miles away, but your heart is very clean and delicate, which makes people want to know more about it.”
After listening to this explanation, Ling Xiaoya's face softened a lot. Obviously, Zhang Xingyun's words were passed.
”It's OK. I'll give you a drink.” Ling Xiaoya smiles and holds up the cup and holds it up to Zhang Xingyun.
Hands crisscross, twining the silk friendship.
Lingxiaoya, who had drunk wine, looked at Zhang Xingyun's eyes with a little water mist, ”nebula, am I usually too strong?”
”Well, very strong!” Zhang Xingyun nods hard. ”But I like it!”
Ling Xiaoya's eyes turned red when she heard this, and her tears swirled in it. ”My wife, in fact, there are many ways to express love, but sometimes love can cause the greatest harm.”
Because care, and not good at expression, eventually love into harm.
”In fact, sometimes it's very simple to love someone, but it's very difficult to let two people feel love for each other. It's like a flower in full bloom. It's clearly in love with the spring breeze in March, but the spring breeze never stops. As for it, it's going to leave.”
”Chapter nebula. Are you spring breeze, too? Are you going to leave after all? ” Ling Xiaoya grabbed Zhang Xingyun's arm, but she didn't realize how much strength she had used.
She just subconsciously responded. When she heard Zhang Xingyun say the spring breeze, she was afraid. She was afraid that Zhang Xingyun would also like to go quietly like spring breeze and never come back.
Her voice with a trace of fear, a trace of reluctant, there is a trace of attachment.