Chapter 741 Drinking Friends

Feng Lanchu didn't expect that she would stay up most of the night and accompany Jiang Anzhi to the wine cellar to open wine.

Last year's wine has turned deep purple. At the beginning of the year, a large tank was given to Professor Zhong. Later, Ms. Liang took away another tank and said it was for a little sister. Now there is only the last tank left at home.

But it doesn't matter that they don't have many opportunities to drink, and soon, when the new fruits on the vines are ripe, they can make new ones.

Jiang Anzhi found a wine measuring device and solemnly opened the can. After a while, the sweet aroma of fruit wine wafted through the kitchen.

Home-made wine is still different from the winery. It has a sweeter taste and less alcohol. It is not so much a wine as a low-alcohol drink.

Girls drink a cup before going to bed every day, which is really helpful for beauty and beauty.

However, Feng Lanchu is a rough person, and she can maintain her daily skin care is already good, so don't expect her to pay attention to other beauty products.

When receiving the wine seriously, Feng Lanchu couldn't help swallowing.

I didn't feel it before, but now I don't know why, and I finally want to drink after opening the wine.

After picking up a pot full, Jiang Anzhi took the wine and asked Feng Lanchu to get some snacks.

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Feng Lanchu looked puzzled, isn't it just a drink before going to bed, so it doesn't take such a lot of work?

Jiang Anzhi cast a contemptuous glance at her: "Of course fine wine is sweeter if it looks at the stars."

So, the couple went to the back garden with wine and snacks.

Grape flowers have already bloomed on the grape trellis in the back garden, and the fragrance of gardenias is still coming from the yard.

Although there are not many stars in the sky, it is better than the moonlight.

Sitting under the grape trellis to taste wine and chat is quite romantic.

She silently went back to the living room to search for mosquito coils, lit them and took them and put them in the four corners of the courtyard.

Looking at the realistic teacher Xiaofeng, Jiang Anzhi couldn't help laughing lowly.

Sitting in the dark, the couple chatted about family affairs, bumped glasses occasionally, ate two pieces of fruit, and looked up at the starry sky.

Comfortable and cozy.

Jiang Anzhi glanced at the stars and moon in the sky, and felt that no matter how bright the stars and moon were, they couldn't be as bright as Teacher Xiaofeng's eyes.

Not knowing whether it was the effect of alcohol or the desire in his heart, Jiang Anzhi leaned over, pecked Feng Lanchu's soft lips, left, and covered them again.

Gently and lovingly continued the kiss that was interrupted during the day.

Teacher Xiaofeng's slender waist is not enough to grasp, and the feather-light weight is a sweet burden.

Jiang Anzhi obsessively pursued the faint aroma of wine, distinguishing inch by inch, which piece was softer and more fruity.

Afterwards, everything will be a matter of course.

The two, who hadn't seen each other for more than three months, frantically absorbed each other's warmth under the moonlight.

Huaixiang in midsummer, the outdoors are muggy, but no matter how hot it is, it won't be as hot as a couple who haven't seen each other for a long time.

The moment they were connected to each other, they were sweating profusely but were inseparable.

Feng Lanchu hugged Jiang Anzhi tightly, fearing that she would fall to the ground, she didn't know why the two of them got stuck together, and then they couldn't separate.

The yard was quiet, and occasionally, the lights of the neighbor's house would turn on and then go off, every time Feng Lanchu was frightened.

Jiang Anzhi would always comfort her: "Don't be afraid."

How can you not be afraid?

This kind of thing is seen by others, how can one be ashamed to say it all.

But soon Feng Lanchu had no time to take care of others. In the dense rhythm, Jiang Anzhi finally released the desire that had been accumulated for a long time.

Before Feng Lanchu came back to his senses, he had already picked up the person in his arms and walked quickly to the bedroom.

In the grape shed, only a small half bottle of transparent wine was left, occasionally rippled lonely in the night.