Chapter 560
Chapter 560
Xiaoqian doesn't know what happened in the restaurant after she and Yu Qingming left. She always thinks that the boss is inexpressible. Today, Yu Qingming is driving. She is the co pilot. Xiaoqian opens the bag, opens the exquisite wine package, and is surprised to see what's inside.
"Stop the car!"
"What's the matter, Qianbao?"
Yu Ming Ming leans the car by the side of the road and watches Xiaoqian take out an ordinary and exquisite wine bottle from the carton.
Xiaoqian carefully opened the wine bottle, dipped the wine with her fingers, and frowned.
This wine bottle opens is the car fragrance, in the bright smelled.
"What's wrong with the wine?"
"It's fragrant and mellow. It's at least 10 years old."
Yu Ming Ming also dabbled in these things a little bit, "isn't daughter red more and more expensive? The one we just asked for can't even sink for three years. How can the boss be so generous? The wine has to be more than a hundred? "
Daughter red is not much expensive wine, ten years sink is 100, but they just had a meal also didn't use much money, how can the boss be so generous?
"Wine is not the point. Look at this bottle."
Yu Qingming sweeps his eyes. His uncle Qiyue is in the jade business and dabbles in antiques. Yu Qingming has a good relationship with his uncle. You can see some of these things.
"Pastel bottle of high imitation?"
Yu Mingming remembers that he had seen a similar Qing Dynasty pastel bottle in which elder's home. The small one is very valuable. The decoration is more exquisite. There are many flower and bird patterns on it. It's only expensive.
There is a cold sweat behind Xiaoqian's back. This bottle has a shape in her previous life.
She didn't understand what happened to the bottle until now. Why did the bottle appear again after rebirth?
She lifted the bottle up, and at the bottom of the bottle, she saw a signature that was exactly the same as that of the previous life. It was made in the reign of Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty, and the seal script with three lines and six characters was exactly the same as that of the previous life.
"Turn around, go back!" Xiaoqian now wants to see the owner of the tavern and find out what's going on.
Although Yu Qingming doesn't understand why Xiaoqian is so surprised, he still drives the car back according to Xiaoqian's request, but the security door of the hotel has been pulled down.
Small Qian in the heart rises uneasy feeling, in bright ask a way.
"Qianbao, what's the matter with you?"
"The boss has a problem. This bottle is real, not high imitation."
"Take antiques and give them away?"
Yu Mingming also feels strange. At the beginning of the meal, the boss didn't behave like a normal person.
"I don't know. We can't take it. Give it back to him tomorrow morning."
It's not just Xiaoqian who thinks something's wrong, but Yu Mingming who thinks it's wrong.
According to the common sense, it's abnormal to send such expensive wine to customers who have consumed only a few tens of yuan, but the wine container is still antique!
Is it because I don't know if it's an antique or something else?
On the way back, Xiaoqian played with the bottle, thinking about the past life. In her previous life, she received the bottle. It seems that Xiaowei had an accident. The week before the accident, her family inexplicably received the express, with a note in it.
I'm waiting for you in another world.
Xiaoqian thought it was a prank, so she took this bottle for identification. It turned out to be an antique of the Qing Dynasty!
Before she could figure out who sent the bottle, something happened to her daughter.
When the bottle appeared so many years earlier than the previous life, Xiaoqian felt uneasy in her heart. Although there was no note from the previous life, she still felt flustered.
In her previous life, she patronized and immersed in the pain of her daughter's death. She didn't feel suspicious about the bottle. Now she thinks that it's too unlucky to write on a piece of paper.
Why did this bottle appear so many years in advance?
Xiaoqian felt a little shortness of breath. Her chest was very stuffy and she felt that she had to do something with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Yu Mingming doesn't know that Xiaoqian thought of those things in her previous life, but he can see that Xiaoqian is suffering now.
There are so many things going on today.
First there was a harassment call on the radio. Then Daguang said that there was a BT murderer in the city. After a night's snack, he met a strange boss who gave him a priceless bottle.
"Xiaoqiang, you drive faster." Xiaoqian closed her eyes. She tried to adjust the condition of respiratory depression.
"Want to wash your hands?"
From her abnormal reaction, Yu Mingming can see that she may be obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"Well"
There is still some distance from home. Originally, the radio station is very close to Xiaoqian's home. They have to go around for a snack. There is still some distance to get home.
It's already more than midnight, the road is quiet, not far ahead is a park, summer night is very quiet.
Turning the steering wheel, Yu Qingming skillfully drew a circle on the open road and drove directly to the corner behind the park.
There are no dark patches of street lights, and cicadas sound through the windows on summer nights.
To be here is like to be in another world, no one, no car, nothing.
Xiaoqian doesn't understand how he brought himself here?
"Xiaoqiang, why don't you take me home and bring me here?"
Xiaoqian don't know why in the bright move, in the light of the lamp, in the bright face of the light.
"Qianbao, I always believe that."
"What?" People have to do obsessive-compulsive disorder, you do not quickly find water, blind expression of what feeling?
"We are our own masters, we can't let disease control us."
"Nonsense! The truth is that, but can I control it? "
Because the mood is not good, Xiaoqian also slightly impatient.
Many people have misunderstandings about mental illness. They think that people with weak self-control will have psychological problems. In fact, this is bullshit.
It has nothing to do with self-control, personal quality or being careful.
"You can't control it, I can."
"You?" Xiaoqian can't figure out what riddle Yu Mingming is playing.
Yu Qingming stops the car, turns off the lights, and it's dark. Before Xiaoqian can react, she feels that his warm body comes over and pulls his hand near the seat. The co pilot is flattened and his body is oppressed.
"Yu Xiaoqiang! What are you doing, moth Xiaoqian seems to feel his intention from the unusual touch on her leg. She pushes him shyly and angrily.
But he is like a hill, holding her firmly.
"Tear!" The sound of clothes being torn sounded in the narrow space.
Now the obsessive-compulsive disorder disappeared, replaced by the angry protest of women.
"Are you crazy! This is outside! Outside
Someone will come at any time!
And it's a new model of Rada. He tore a small four in his paw!
Xiaoqian gas obsessive-compulsive disorder have forgotten to do.
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