Chapter 275

"Who says I'm not the right one?" Pedro didn't seem to be shocked by the cold attitude of the seventh day of summer. He rarely smiles with a good temper, leads her to the table, and with a gentlemanly demeanor helps her open the chair and let her sit first.

When he sat down on the seventh day of the summer, Pedro opened a bottle of red wine and poured half a glass of wine in front of the seventh day of the summer.

At the beginning of summer, seven eyebrows slightly wrinkled, obviously did not intend to accept the glass of red wine, coldly refused: "you don't have to pour me wine, I don't drink!"

Even if she agreed to have a candlelight dinner with him, it doesn't mean that she will drink with him!

What's more, she also promised Feng Xun that she would never drink with any other men unless he was present!

"It's Bordeaux from the famous Margaux. It's no worse than the wine made by old man clemona's winery!"

Pedro picked his eyebrows, poured himself a full glass, took a sip of the glass, gently shook the glass in his hand, and sighed with a smile: "don't cheat me with the lie that you don't drink. If you really don't drink, don't send two cases of good wine from his winery to you by air in order to please you!"

The body of early summer seven shakes, can't believe ground to look at him, stare big eye to ask a way: "how do you know this matter?"

"I said that I would be very interested in anything about you. Of course, I need to ask more about it!" Pedro's lips were slightly crooked, revealing a meaningful smile.

At the beginning of summer, she snorted coldly. It's bad luck for her to be targeted by people like him!

"Since it's a candlelight dinner, of course, there's no need for good wine. Don't worry, I opened this bottle of wine in front of you. I didn't prescribe any medicine..." Pedro saw that she was reluctant to move her glass. Knowing what she was worried about, he picked up her glass and motioned to her with a smile: "since you have dinner with me, don't you have the courage to drink a glass of wine?"

"Do you agree to my terms after I drink this wine?" The seventh day of the summer asked coldly.

"It depends on my mood..." Pedro shrugged noncommittally and said with a smile, "but if you don't want to drink, I'm in a bad mood. I'm afraid it's hard for me to agree to any conditions!"

"You --" at the beginning of the summer, he glared at him.

In order to get in touch with Feng Xun smoothly, it's nothing to drink this glass of wine!

At the beginning of summer, I picked up my glass and sipped it carefully. As Pedro said, it was full-bodied and delicate with a bit of fruit aroma. After just one sip, it left a lingering fragrance. Besides the ripe blackcurrant flavor, it seemed that I could also smell the vanilla and violet aroma from the French vineyard

On the seventh day of the summer, Pedro's face changed from resistance to surprise, and then to exclamation. With a satisfied smile, Pedro raised his eyebrows and asked, "how's it going? Isn't it delicious? "

The seventh day of the summer answered faintly. It was an answer. He put down his glass and said to Pedro, "I've drunk the wine. You'd better remember what you promised me!"

"Don't worry, red wine is just for appetizers, dinner has just begun!" Pedro lit the candles on the antique candlesticks on the table, got up again, stepped aside, and fiddled with the phonograph needles.

The antique gramophone began to play the old western music.

"No... I don't regret it at all... No... I don't have much to regret... No matter those people are good to me... Or bad to me... No... I don't regret it at all..."

With the languid melody, the magnetic voice of a woman comes out from the vinyl record, with the languid singing style of French style, which sounds a bit different in this night.

Pedro couldn't help humming, took a drink from his glass, and said with a smile, "this song is my favorite..."

The seventh day of the summer is also very familiar with this song. He said thoughtfully, "isn't this the famous" no, I don't regret it at all "by French singer Edith Piaf?"

"I don't care who sang it, I just know I like it very much!" Pedro nodded slightly, shook his glass and said with a smile, "this song represents my present state of mind... I don't regret catching you at all!"

As his friend Holly said, if he catches her, he will formally declare war with Feng Xun. According to Holly, Feng Xun has forced his business to plummet and the bottom is in a mess. Is he still here to say that he doesn't regret it?

Thinking of this, the seventh day of the summer looked at him coldly and reminded him coolly, "you should know that the singer of this song is dead!"

There is no doubt that Shang Fengxun is dead!

"Dead, this song is still great, isn't it?" However, Pedros did not show any regret, just shrugged her shoulders and continued to sing along with the music on the gramophone.

"No... I don't have much to regret... The price I paid is swept away and forgotten... I don't care about its passing away... The memory of the past... I burn it down..."

When he hummed here, a complex light flashed in his eyes, as if he thought of the past, drank all the red wine in one breath, and poured himself another.

On the seventh day of the summer, he just shrugged his shoulders and didn't want to persuade him. He took a bite of the steak in front of him and occasionally looked at him. He felt that Pedro was acting very strange tonight.

There seems to be some inexplicable excitement and some emotional excitement. Is it the candlelight dinner with her that makes him feel satisfied, or is it the French ode that makes him fall into the memory of the past?

"My sorrow, my joy, I don't need them any more, sweep away those love, and other gossip, forever clear, I want to start again..."

Pedro is still humming along with this song. When he talks about "starting over", his eyes are slightly bright. It seems that there is more heat in his eyes when he looks at the seventh day of summer.

The seventh day of the summer is eating the steak in front of him. Suddenly, he feels that he is being looked at with strange eyes. He raises his head to his fiery eyes and frowns.

She subconsciously wants to finish the candlelight dinner quickly, so as to avoid Pedro's sudden "wolf hair"!

She knew that he was not a gentleman. The disgusting pictures that she had seen before were just his real thoughts. He always maintained a gentleman's side towards her, which was just an appearance

If his green eyes are like a wolf at night, then she who had a candlelight dinner with him is probably the prey in his eyes!