Chapter 2811: Escape from the slum

"Why does this red wine taste weird? It doesn't look like my bottle."
Mr. Wen stood in front of the wine cabinet, holding the sky-high price of red wine, his face was full of doubts.
Wen Xiyue happened to pass by, and was shocked when he saw this scene, and then crept to his waist and wanted to leave.
however……
"Xiyue? What are you doing? Sneaky." Mr. Wen still saw her and stopped her.
Wen Xiyue gave a light cough and looked at Mr. Wen innocently, "That... I have something to go out."
"Don't leave, help dad taste this bottle of wine if it tastes wrong."
Wen Xiyue walked up with a drum in his heart, took a sip from Mr. Wen's wine glass, and then quickly said: "Really? I think it's good."
"Really?" Mr. Wen frowned, always feeling that something was wrong.
He looked at his daughter's expression, squinted his eyes and took another sip.
"Xiyue, do you know what?" Mr. Wen got serious and asked.
Wen Xiyue was so frightened that she said with difficulty, "This...this may not be your original bottle of wine."
"What is possible? Not the original bottle of wine?" Mr. Wen's tone was dangerous.
"Because, because it might..." Wen Xiyue shrank her neck and said, "Maybe my sister had changed other drinks."
"Lulu? Why did she change the wine inside?" Mr. Wen puzzled.
"Because I drank it." Wen Xiyue gestured, "All, I drank it."
Mr. Wen was stunned, and looked at the wine bottle in his hand, and then at Wen Xiyue, only to feel his heart beating, and he could not breathe well.
This is the red wine that he finally photographed. It is so precious that he can't bear to drink it. I usually pour a little bit to taste it occasionally.
Unexpectedly, all was drunk!
"Dad, I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean it! I drank too much that day and took a bottle casually. Unexpectedly... I got this bottle."
Mr. Wen clutched his chest, feeling a little suffocated, and asked with difficulty: "So, how does that taste?"
"That... I drank too much, but didn't taste it." Wen Xiyue smiled awkwardly.
Mr. Wen only felt that his eyes were dark, and he hadn't tasted it yet. He trembled his hands and put the bottle back, his face was pale, and he said with a trembling voice: "Too much! You two are too much! This month your sisters never want to get it. One cent of pocket money!"
Wen Xiyue's shoulder collapsed, "Okay..."
Mr. Wen asked again: "If I don't find out today, I want to lie to me, right?"
"That, I don't know, otherwise, dad, you ask my sister? She changed it!" Wen Xiyue began to shake the pot.
Mr. Wen said angrily: "Huh! You thought I couldn't taste it, right? Your father, I am famous for its tasteful taste. This red wine tastes wrong when I taste it. At first glance, it was produced by the Willy winery two years ago. liqueur."
"Actually, it's not...my sister said that you can taste these wines if you are used to it. So, what she put in it is the wine made by the owner of the vineyard in the suburbs of S city...worth two hundred." Wen Xiyue is weak. .
Mr. Wen:...
Mr. Wen:! ! !
In the end, the other three in the Wen family couldn’t bear Mr. Wen holding the red wine bottle every day like Xianglin’s wife. Mrs. Wen, Wen Xiyue and Wen Chaolu had to pool together money and try their best to buy from another collector. Back with a bottle. Mr. Wen stopped now.
But at that time, Su Li had already left. Who knows if it is a copy of the body in this body, or really smells Chaolu?