"Fei Ming, do you work hard abroad alone?" Chen Wenwen stopped his knife and fork.

"Nothing, I have a roommate named Finger who takes care of me." Ricardo M. Lu is still working on lamb chops, and his voice echoes in every corner of Aspa West Asia Restaurant.

This is an old house by the river. Before liberation, it was a three-story villa of a French businessman. After it was acquired by Aspa West Asia Company, it was renovated, retaining the original old elm floor, but all the walls were smashed and replaced with French windows. The room was opened and the floor was smashed. Looking up, it is an 8-meter-high dome. Nearly 100 years ago, a huge chandelier hung on an old wooden beam. At this time, the chandelier went out and lit in a huge space.

Ricardo Milu almost thought he was distracted by Caesar, because from a distance, the building was as dark as when it was closed. When the car stopped, he saw a lamp left in front of the door. A waiter stood in the rain with an umbrella and bowed to Ricardo M. Lu, saying, "aspas will book a performance tonight."

Just as Ricardo M. Lu was about to slip away, the waiter opened the door behind him and said, "Mr. Ricardo M. Lu, no one will disturb your dinner."

Ricardo M. Lu realized that his boss had so much money that he packed the whole of Aspa for him.

Chen Wenwen is wearing that familiar white skirt, white almost transparent white skirt, white lace socks, flat shoes and (original) black leather shoes. Candlelight adds a layer of warmth to her.

Ricardo M. Lu has never eaten so seriously in his life. His waist is straight, just like someone put a rolling pin in his lower back, and his elbow is hung with a left fork and a right knife. The action of cutting lamb chops is business-like. Half of it is because of expensive dresses. Although I don't know if this dress is a welfare given by Caesar's boss, it's not good to wear such expensive things to get some wrinkles. No one showed them the menu at all, but after simply asking about the taboos, they drank a bottle of 1997 Margaux wine, and the food came quietly.

The waiter explained that the executive chef had chosen the best ingredients for this afternoon. This cheese full of names has been fermented in a cave in a mountain in Italy for five years. Every grass that sheep eat from birth is native to Italy, and fresh fish is shipped from Japan to ensure that everything meets their strict Michelin star standard. Ricardo M. Lu looked at the pocket-sized lamb chops on the plate and didn't know how much blood and sweat he had eaten in one bite.

There is a huge ancient ship not far from the left hand side, which is a sunken ship of Ming Dynasty that was salvaged. Wines of different years are placed on old ship plates corroded by seawater for many years. On the right hand side, there is a huge glass window. Outside the window, there is a tree-lined road. There is a river outside the avenue, and the rain is beating against the glass.

(The original picture is like this. There may be a printing problem. ) Ricardo M. Lu has never eaten so seriously in his life. His waist is straight. It seems that someone inserted a rolling pin in his lower back, his elbow hung with a left fork and a right knife, and the action of cutting lamb chops was orderly. Half of it is because of expensive dresses. Although I don't know if this dress is a welfare given by Caesar's boss, it's not good to wear such expensive things to get some wrinkles.

Because it really looks like rich, leisure and tasteful knowledge, when the waiter asked how well the lamb chop was cooked, Ricardo M. Lu even gave up his favorite "well done" and said "five points" with reservations like a gourmet.

How could we be bad? In his memory, Chen Wenwen always wears this white dress as transparent as white, sitting on a bench in the sun reading a book. It seems that without this skirt, Chen Wenwen is not Chen Wenwen. In the long three years, even when he was near Chen Wenwen, he felt that he was watching her from a distance, because there were always all kinds of boys around her who cared about her and were always surrounded by the shadows of those who were better than him. When he approached, he felt ashamed.

It's still such a white skirt. Chen Wenwen's skin is streaming with warm light. He can see her eyes indirectly by looking up, and smell the water temperature and the fragrance in her hair. People who used to surround Chen Wenwen can't disturb them now. Today, aspasia ... ... I will make a reservation!

If there is music, there is nothing.

"Do you like this song?" Michele Monique Reis Milu asked.

"Yes, this is Dalida's I found my love in Portofino," Chen Wenwen said. "Michele Monique Reis Milu ... you have changed."

Has Ricardo Zheng Lu changed? Pull it up? Not that dusty boy anymore? Do you like Dalida's songs now? Finally, one day the tortoise turned over!

"Sir, would you like to come here and choose a dessert liqueur? "The sommelier asked respectfully.

"Well, very good!" Ricardo Milu nodded, stood up and left his seat smartly.

The sommelier led him to the wine cabinet on the ancient ship, pointed to a small bottle of golden liqueur and introduced it to him, while lowering his voice. "Do you need to prepare a surprise for the lady when serving dessert? “

"Surprise?" Michele Monique Reis milu one leng.

"Such a rare environment and occasions, is it a memorable day? The surprise brought by dessert is a good idea. For example, we can sit an important sentence on the carving of cheesecake. " The sommelier smiled. "Please let me know if you need it."

Ricardo Milu woke up. On such an occasion, a rare rainy night that separated two people from the whole world, a fine Italian meal, a little wine, Dalida's singing filled the air, and candlelight sprinkled on the girl's white skirt. Didn't you say something important? This is simply a stage for confession. The heroine is looking at you, her eyes are drooping, the spotlight is on you, and Mike is in your hand. If you don't say the words "I like you", it is simply immoral!

But does he like Chen Wenwen? I'm not sure, but when I received her message, I still felt a shiver.

What about Nuo Nuo? Damn it! The name of this little witch with red hair is inappropriate. Now is not the time for you to play the heroine. Don't pop your name in my heart. Your hero is Caesar, which has nothing to do with me ... Michele Monique Reis Milu's mind is a mess.

Can a person like two girls at the same time? Ricardo m Lu remembers that he once read a newspaper with a negative answer. If you say you like both, then you don't like either.

Ricardo M. Lu is nineteen years old and single. She really wants to like someone seriously.

He sat back to the table with a heavy heart, facing the few small pieces of lamb chops left on the plate. Everyone says that you can't go back when you enter Castle College, because there is no way out, but you are different from others. Slaughter dragons or save the world, I'm really not that material. I haven't got the report card of last semester, so I may fail. Nuo Nuo is always the focus of attention. She is smart and capable. She drives a red Ferrari, and Castle's level is A. You never know what she is thinking, but you always want to know. Everything about her is beautiful. Compared with her, Chen Wenwen is just an ordinary girl.

But he couldn't reach Nuo Nuo. He is a pony from Nuo Nuo. He followed in Nuo Nuo's footsteps. Only Caesar ... Maybe Chu Zihang deserves Nuo Nuo.

Nuo Nuo is a distant phoenix, while Chen Wenwen is just a stone's throw away.

Maybe Chen Wenwen is waiting for him to say something.

Don't let Nuo Nuo continue to make trouble in his own mind. Hide the little witch's shadow. In any case, it is a distant virtual shadow. The more you think about it, the more unhappy you are. Just make a confession and you may have a girlfriend. I have never had a girlfriend, written a love letter or made a phone call in my life. Every Valentine's Day is a die-hard reunion, so I don't have to watch Brokeback Mountain with my ten thousand-year-old bachelor brother's fingers this Christmas!

Ricardo Miru seems to have a little devil dancing in his heart.

He looked up across the table and said, "I actually like ..."

"Calm down and don't spit food in my face." Minco Lu said firmly, cutting the bluefin tuna on the plate. Not his chubby cousin, but the devil's version of Minco Lu who exchanged his life with him. This guy is wearing a black suit, with meticulous hair and a bow tie, and a lace handkerchief stuffed in his coat pocket. His clothes are so harmonious with the taste of this hotel that people think that he should be a guest sitting here for dinner, while Chen Wenwen's clothes are a little shabby, which is very disharmonious.

It's the little devil dancing. ...

"I really don't want to throw up in your face," said Ricardo M. Lu, jerking up his plate. "I want to slap a plate on your head!"

"You've been struggling for so long, and I'm a little bored, so I called you in to talk. Oh, by the way, happy birthday, brother. " Minco Lu raised his glass, took a sip of it and frowned.

"Among the five wineries in Bordeaux, I don't like Margaux winery the least, because it is a Bordeaux winery, but the wine it can make is a bit like Burgundy." Minco Lu commented: "Tuna is fried just right, but if I cook it, I will add pine mushrooms instead of truffles to taste it. Let me try your lamb chops ... "

Ricardo Milu patted him on the back and swallowed the rest of the lamb chops in three bites.

"In this way, I can make you unhappy, so you won't always lead me by the nose." Ricardo Milu made a face.

"Why? You are my most important customer, and I will serve you faithfully before your remaining three summoning rights are used up. " Minco Lu smiled. "Not this time, this time I took the initiative to follow up with customers."

"Nothing, get out of my sight! I accompany Chu ... "Ricardo M. Lu is in trouble, and Chen Wenwen is not his" first girlfriend ".

"The girl I secretly loved for the first time." Minco Lu gave the correct definition in time.

"Get out of here! Anyway, I'm going to have dinner with a beautiful woman. Can you let me go back to the real world? Looking at you, I have some loss of appetite! "

"I like the environment of this restaurant very much." Minco Lu ignored him and slowly raised his glass. "This ancient ship is in harmony with the ancient elm wood floor, but the designer has divided the space with marble and organic resin in a modern way. The new and the old here are particularly harmonious, both private and open. No wonder they charge so much. "

"What are you talking about? Nothing, please go out. "

"I especially like this table. It seems to be an ordinary position, but the people sitting here have a broad vision, as if they can grasp the whole space. " Minco Lu pushed away the plate and glass, propped his elbows on the table, crossed his chin and looked at Ricardo Milu. "This is a position with power and strength. “

"Here we go again ..." Ricardo Milu covered his face.

"Don't you like it? But you have felt the joy of power and strength, haven't you? " Minco Lu smiled.

"What is power and the happiness of power? Are you crazy? "

"Don't have this kind of dominance? I feel that victory is in my hands. I firmly grasp what I have in my hand and am not afraid of it running away. " Minco Lu raised his glass. "In fact, a bottle of top red wine is similar to a bottle of ordinary red wine. They all grow grapes, ferment and filter them in oak barrels, and then sell them separately. But the price of the former is several thousand times that of the latter. Many people have no ability to distinguish the taste of top red wine from ordinary red wine, but they still claim to be people who love the art of red wine and are keen on collecting the most expensive red wine. Do you know why? "

"Show off your wealth."

"Not just to show off wealth. Tasting the most expensive red wine makes these people feel that they have power. Expensive red wine, the exquisiteness of winemakers, the praise of sommeliers and the flattery of fashionistas all come with many intangible values. This bottle of red wine is worth 8000 yuan, not the 8000 yuan in it, but the intangible value that extends like a spider's web. They are far more valuable than the wine itself. " Minco Lu said softly, "human taste this wine, like it? Sip the essence of strength, bright red, blood-like color. "

"Please, can't you get rid of the problem of speaking frankly?" Michele Monique Reis Milu is at a loss.

"You were happy just now, I can feel it." Minco Lu said.

"Well, you are a worm in my stomach, and I have no problem with that. Next time I pull you out ... "

"You are very happy, because you used to worship Chen Wenwen and work with her. She smiled at you, and you thought it was a precious memory. But it's different now. Now you are sitting in the main seat of Aspa West Asia, drinking a bottle of red wine of 8,000 yuan, eating something prepared by the executive chef for you all afternoon, a luxury car parked outside will take you to the airport, and the waiter in the corner is waiting for any hint from you, such as a ring! " Minco Lu held out his hand in mid-air and snapped his fingers. "I want a hot earl grey."

The smiling waiter came to the table and poured amber tea into the cup, as if unaware that the guests at this table had changed.

Minco Lu waved coldly and didn't look at him. The waiter bowed and disappeared into the darkness without lights.

"This is a right, although it is the smallest one, it can still smell the intoxicating smell of power," Minco Lu sniffed his fingertips and glanced at Ricardo Milu. "In fact, you also smell it, right? At this moment, for you, Chen Wenwen is determined to win, because after you have mastered the power, you don't have to look up to her anymore. On the contrary, you will compare her with Nuo Nuo. She is not as strong as Binono. She is just an ordinary girl. But Nuo Nuo is too far away from you. You don't have enough power now. You still need to respect Nuo Nuo, but you don't need to respect Chen Wenwen. You can even bend down ... "As Minco Lu said, a piece of paper towel spread out on the table rose without wind and fell to the ground. Minco Lu slowly bent down to pick it up and threw it in front of Ricardo Milu. "Pick her up and forgive her for what she did to you."

Ricardo Milu's eyes rested on the paper towel, and his heart couldn't help tightening. The paper towel is stained with dripping blood, and a bright red heart is as red as a drop on the table.

"Do you still want it?" Minco Lu asked lightly.

"Take this damn thing away!" Ricardo Milu is angry.

"It's ketchup ... I accidentally got it up just now." Lumingze shrugged. "joke ... joke."

"Damn it!" Ricardo Milu touched his chest and gasped.

"If you don't seize power, anyone will feel inferior, just like a stag without antlers, and there is no place in the herd." Minco Lu toyed with the silver knife and looked down at a ball of silver light turning in his hand. "On the contrary, those who hold power, once unattainable girls, will become clay dolls in the dust, and the enemies on high will kneel for mercy. This is power and strength. You can call it the devil, but everyone will be ecstatic about getting it. People who taste the sweetness will like this thing and are eager to have more and more power in their hands. Have you ever thought that one day, just like you are facing Chen Wenwen now, you will consider whether to bend down and pick up Nuo Nuo, because at that time, she was just a clay doll in the dust. He won't play tricks on you anymore, he won't pretend to be arrogant, and even if she cries for you, you won't be tempted. That kind of power and power ... is at your fingertips, as long as you are willing. "

Ricardo Milu made a cold shiver this time. Although Minco Lu does cause trouble, most of the time, Ricardo Milu still regards him as his own side, and he is also skeptical about four contracts that require trading life.

But when he said this, there was a rare light dancing in the depth of Minco Lu's clear vision, and there seemed to be a sneer in his calm tone, which made the listener feel cold.

Will there really be such a day? Even if Nuo Nuo cried and begged himself, he wouldn't be tempted? Impossible, right? With the stubborn character of the little witch, whenever she cries, the sun will rise in the west, the happy prince will be fucking heartbroken, and the monks will be secularized. How could she have a red heart? Isn't that ridiculous? Even if you practice the secret of being too forgetful, can you solve it?

"Bah!" Ricardo Milu spat twice in his hand, and then held out his hand to Minco Lu. "Come on, spit, strength and strength, bring it." Minco Lu paused and smiled. "Yes, you can ask me."

"Please, brother, give me strength and strength, and let me see Nuo Nuo begging me." Michele Monique Reis Milu did not hesitate.

Minco Lu finally have nothing to say. He was silent for a while and shook his head with a wry smile. "Brother, you can't really beg me."

"You can't talk big, you are arrogant, and you are excited to pretend to be an adult?" Ricardo Milu said, "Cut!"

He doesn't want to have a serious relationship with Minco Lu anymore. He seriously thought about what Minco Lu said, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. Only by ignoring that he is a kid will he feel at ease.

"But one day, you will ask me sincerely." Minco Lu said, "At that time, I will give you everything I promised ... I will leave first. Brother, you are nineteen years old. You should patronize my business as much as possible and cooperate happily. " He jumped off the chair. He is only eight or nine years old. He can't even step on the ground when sitting in a chair.

"Hey, let me ask you a question. Who do you think is better, Chen Wenwen or Nuo Nuo? " Ricardo Milu gave him a hand.

"Nuo Nuo" Minco Lu doesn't seem to have considered this.

"Why?"

"I prefer a girl with a good figure."

Ricardo Milu's eyes were black.