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Finally, the car stopped behind a three-story building. He parked the car and pointed to the wall that wasn't too high. "I seem to have forgotten my key. Go inside, okay?"

"No problem." I was a little aroused by his words. I threw off my heels and threw them in. Then I lifted the hem of my skirt and prepared to jump.

"There's no need to be such a brave woman." He walked over to me, and when he spoke, the warmth of his voice hit my face, making me feel a little numb. He put his hands on mine and said, "I'll give you a lift. With his strength, I pressed my hand against the top of the wall, flipped my legs awkwardly, and sat on the top of the wall. He turned around and said, "Hand it to me, I'll pull you."

Shaking his head, he backed up a few steps, ran a bit, then leaped to his feet, held on to the top of the wall, and rolled over in a beautiful way.

I really didn't expect him to be so good as to pull up his own skirt so as not to lose any chance of success. He pressed his hand to the top of the wall and jumped down. He stood below to pick me up, just in case. When I was young, I was also mischievous, so I landed neatly on the ground.

There were many plants growing in the courtyard, and now was the time to open up. A faint fragrance wafted through the air. Arriving at the door of the house, he fished a key from a wooden box next to him that was almost completely green with paint. "I didn't expect the key to actually be here," he said.

He opened the door and I followed. He noticed that the first floor was a large living room with tall bookshelves near the wall. The shelves were filled with books. There was a fireplace on one side of the wall, and in front of the fireplace was a handmade woolen rug. Several cloth sofas were placed there, and in the middle was a small European tea machine made of logs.

He came to a bookcase and pushed it open. Behind him was a small door with a flight of stairs leading down. Down the steps into the passage, around the corner, was a huge wine cellar, lined with wines of all ages on a wooden shelf.

He took me to the most innermost row of wine racks, picked up a bottle from the top, and threw it into my hands. "They're all eighty-two years old. Drink as you wish."

I looked at the brand name, it was an extremely expensive brand, I didn't expect He Liancheng to be this rich, if he took out the wine, it would be rather shocking.

He rummaged around the corner for a while, found two tall glasses, wiped them on his shirt and set them on the floor. He opened the cork with the decanter, poured out two glasses, and said to me, "Cheers."

I clinked glasses with him and drank them in one gulp. I've had too many bad things to think about recently. Seeing such a good wine, he couldn't help but drink a few more cups.

In the beginning, I planned to stop once I finished one bottle. But who knew that He Liancheng was someone who drank too fast, he couldn't stop after one drink. One cup after another, two empty bottles appeared on the ground after a while.

"Such a good wine, to drink it like this, it must be a bit overpowered." Dazed, I sat against the wall and pointed to the empty bottle in front of me.

"What's there to be afraid of? We're oxen, and we're also so happy that there are so many peonies to chew on." He Liancheng pointed to the wine around him.

"You're the happy one." I clinked another glass with him.

"I'll pull you along with me when I'm happy. It's pretty good to be happy as well." He Liancheng shook his head, looked at his empty cup and said, "Everyone says I'm a prodigal son, I don't know how to earn money so I'll spend it. I'm happy! Who am I not going to spend my father's money for? "