While Lou Shang was awakening, he heard a lot of conversations. Only the six words "Fifth Summer" and "Whiskey" could arouse his desire to speak.

Wen Xue quickly explained to Wen Yi: "Master Lou Shang, this is just a sister, and she just came back from Scotland today. She may have a little misunderstanding."

While literature organizes language to help her sister get back some of her personality as much as possible, she is also worried that Literature and Art will throw itself out like this.

"Your sister, do you want to have dinner together?" Lou Shang looked at Wen Yi's back thinking about it and asked a question that Yige was very incompatible with the master's character.

Another series of life-long life--the dumped brother who is not stained with dust, takes the initiative to invite girls to have dinner together!

After a moment of hesitation, literature instantly found the best of both worlds: "How about...I'll ask my sister?"

"Please trouble you." Lou Shang also responded quickly.

He looked very awake now, and he didn't look the same person as when he just opened his eyes.

"You're like this, why don't you eat? Just change your clothes and go to the hospital. The ambulance is almost here." Shuai Ge's worry index did not drop to zero as Lou Shang woke up.

“Is there a place to take a bath?”

"Didn't you take a shower? There's one who brainwashed." In Shuai Ge's opinion, Lou Shang's brain is a bit broken now.

"Fifth summer, I like this name."

"Okay, I think you are unsuccessful. Even craniotomy can't clear the crackling in your mind."

In order to maintain the sensitivity of the tongue, Jiuxiang Shentong cannot do ice, spicy, and hot.

These things that ordinary people find difficult for a long time to stick to are not a problem for Lou Shang, who is self-disciplined enough.

But, however, the "maintenance" of the smell and taste of the Jiuxiang Shentong is not enough for self-discipline.

Palace-level wine reviewers cannot even have the freedom to catch a cold.

Most people have experienced the experience of weakening their sense of smell and taste when they catch a cold, and even failing in severe cases.

But these are temporary. As long as the cold gets better, the feeling will come back.

But this is for the general public.

When it comes to the palace-level wine reviewer, no matter how small a cold is, it will cause irreversible damage.

To distinguish between three degrees of wine, it is already a "devil question" in the wine evaluator exam.

Within one time, it was almost impossible for a human tongue to complete.

For example, Lou Shang, who can directly reach one decimal point, is definitely a national treasure-level that is hard to come by.

Lou Shang is not only the youngest national wine rating master, but also the youngest international wine rating expert.

Lou Shang's tongue is hundreds or thousands of times rarer than the number of pandas.

There are at least two thousand wild and captive giant pandas, but there is only one such one.

Everything Lou Shang has obtained now is not only hard work, but more importantly, God is to give him food.

When a person's ability reaches the national treasure level, there will definitely be many things that cannot be controlled.

Even if there is only a little damage, it will lead to a peerless genius falling into the world.

"Don't you go to the hospital for a check-up? The ambulance has come."

"Don't go."

"If you catch a cold in the future, why don't Mr. Fan and President Qiu take me out of nine yuan?" It is said that when the fat man was unloaded, he would have one more yuan than ordinary people.

"That's destiny." In many cases, Lou Shang wants to leave his life to fate.

"I'm destined to be your sister, you're destined to be."

"Thank you."

"I thank you sister, just thank you."

"Accept your good words."

What else can Shuai Ge say?

What else can he say!

No matter how much persuasion is, it cannot be defeated.

…………………………

Before Literature could catch up with the exit of the venue, she saw Literature kneeling on the ground and crying.

Sure enough, the Luomo girl fell down again in a gorgeous way.

Maybe it was the scenery on your chest that blocked the view in front of you.

For the 36d coquettish girl, wrestling is the same daily thing as eating and drinking water.

Wen Xue quickly stepped forward, helped Wen Yi up, and then handed her a pack of tissues.

Literature and art did not accept it immediately.

Will handing over a whole pack instead of a tissue that has been taken out, is it a bit inadequate to the national gentleman?

Where did the brother who was overwhelmed?

The temporary rejection of literature and art is not because of disgust.

If Wen Xue handed her one, it would be really disliked by the demon girl.

Tears were hanging on his face and holding the prada pink killer bag in his hand.

Wen Yi cried and took out the three-piece disinfection set she carried with her - disinfection spray, disinfection gel and disinfection wipes from the lattice she had before.

After a fierce disinfection operation, Wen Yi took over the tissue given by his brother Wen Xue.

A coquettish girl has always been obsessed with cleanliness.

When I was young, literature often ate the things left by literature and art that ordinary families cannot have.

For example, delafee's edible golden chocolate.

For example, delafee's strawberry flavored edible golden lollipops.

The palace-level desserts that many people dream of are beautiful. As long as they are touched by anyone, even if they just pick them up and look at them with their hands, it is absolutely impossible for Xiao Yiyi to eat them.

Anyone, including the dearest twin brother of the coquettish girl.

I was a little obsessed with cleanliness when I was a child, and my degree of obsessed with cleanliness when I grew up also improved.

No matter where Wen Yi goes, she will definitely bring her three-piece disinfection set with her.

In order to prevent loss, there are at least two sets in the area.

You should be seen everywhere at home and you should be able to take it anywhere when you go out.

The big evil spirit with a small obsession with cleanliness did not immediately ask for a "three-piece disinfection set" when he fell down, but just checked whether there was any unclean area in his clothes.

In addition to the situation on site that was not allowed, more importantly, it was because of her extraordinary sense of mission for the Fifth Xia Family whiskey.

Which wine culture ambassador would have the heart to watch a whiskey family that has been passed down for five hundred years disappear?

In this way, the master who seeks fame said that he was a murder for money!

In this way, the fat man who was talking big and boasted was said to be a female nerve!

In this way, my brother said that he could not let the big liar who was worthy of punching and kicking catch a cold!

Too aggrieved! Tears are all over, and I can't swallow them in my heart.

"Don't cry anymore, it's because my brother is wrong. You shouldn't be raped. Master Lou Shang asked me to ask you if you want to have dinner together later. OK, shouldn't cry anymore?" This is all kinds of pampering comforting and touching your head to kill you from the charming madman.

"Hmph, a good and bad brother, you must be fierce and erotic when you know it's wrong." The coquettish girl first released her nature, and she felt something was wrong:

"Ah, where did you rape me just now? I'm just angry that you think it's important to catch a cold by a master who seeks fame. You're even angry that you're not even more important to be able to get avenge your big revenge. You're still thinking about being raped in your heart, you're shocking the world and crying ghosts and gods, right?"

Apologize, if a girl like the coquettish girl is here, if you don’t have enough skills, it’s better not to do it directly.

You never know whether it is carbon dioxide or hydrogen peroxide in the fire extinguisher you threw down.

"Amuseum Lou Shang cannot catch a cold, I will explain to you later. Brother thinks there should be some misunderstanding between you and the master. You rushed back in a hurry, and I didn't drink the wine you mentioned in advance. If you leave like this now, you will have to be angry for at least several days, which will affect your first-class beauty. Why don't we explain the misunderstanding clearly first?"

"He said he was killed by money, so what else can I explain? Even if he said he didn't appreciate whiskey, it wouldn't be a little bit related, right? Or if he doesn't like whiskey, the beauty of the first and second things will not be so angry that it's now, right?"

Literature and art are really angry. A good bottle of wine that has been brewed for more than half the world was said to be a murder for money.

"My brother also finds this strange thing. I have known Master Lou Shang for five years and have never heard of him judging which wine he has, at most, he will not comment. My brother is not bullying you, but wants to help you get back!" If Wenxue knows that a vicious incident like "slaughtering money" will happen, he will find someone to stop the wine culture ambassador of the cultural wine industry.

Wenyi finally reluctantly pulled out a piece of paper towel from the bag of tissue handed to her by Wenxue.

I wiped my tears even more reluctantly.

Then, she took a step forward and tiptoed to Wenxue: "Brother, I haven't seen you for a year. Your most beloved sister misses you so much!"

The young lady Wenyi’s tear gland valve was a little unsensitized today, and she would leak a few drops at any time.

Because I had to sing a double act with a reserved attitude when I was "saving the scene", this annual reunion hug was later than in previous years.

"Well, I am shocked and weeping ghosts and gods, and I am the first-class beauty sister. Welcome back."

"Brother, you are not allowed to cry. You have been so crying since you were a child, but you can't grow up now."

"Do we, Xiao Yiyi, have a brother who has been crying since childhood? Why don't I know?" After the hug, Wenxue used his thumb to wipe away the remaining tears.

"Well, when I was five years old, I pushed the goldfish you raised so hard that you cried. When I was six years old, I distributed your out-of-print Saint Seiya figure to the small corpse, you cried. When I was seven years old, I tore your winter vacation homework to pieces, you cried. When I was eight years old..."

Wen Yi looked up at Literature: "Ah, my brother who loves to cry, what do you want to continue talking about?"

"Well, my brother is a crybaby. Our literature and art are the indomitable messengers of grass protection." Literature does not mind literature and art criticizing itself.

My childhood memories are not so much about crying ghosts and grass protectors, but more about a most flawless childhood.

Literature and art have liked to tease literature since childhood, and literature has been willing to be teased by literature since childhood.

No matter how bizarre it is, it can't stand a word I'm willing.
Chapter completed!