Chapter 1522: I'm not bitter, I'm jealous

Arthur brought two bottles of champagne today. He asked Wuyi to help open it, and then each person poured a glass.
Arthur raised his glass: "Thank you Monica for inviting me to your house, my dear, I toast you."
Yan Qingsi was trying to speak, and Yue Tingfeng held up the wine glass in front of her: "She really can't drink this. She is a pregnant woman. How can she drink it? I drink it for her."
After speaking, Yue Qingfeng drank champagne, and Yan Qingsi was shocked.
Arthur suddenly realized: "Sorry, sorry, I forgot ... Monica can't drink, I should punish myself for this cup."
Watching Arthur drink, Yan Qingsi's clenched hand slowly released.
He drank it himself, so there should be no problem with this wine.
The guests and the host were happy at a meal. Arthur stayed at Yue's house until 4 pm. It was overcast outside, and it seemed that it was going to snow before he left.
Before leaving, he asked, "Monica, do you have any time late? Mill said he would like to make an appointment with you."
Yan Qingsi smiled slightly: "Don't worry, will you stay in China for a while?"
"Of course, the first time I came to you, I would naturally stay a few more days."
Yan Qingsi nodded, and she asked with a gossip on her face, "I want to ask you ... is that Mill, yours ... new ... boyfriend?"
Arthur blinked at Yan Qingsi: "What do you say?"
He waved at Yan Qingsi: "Go back, don't send me, I can visit you often when I have time?"
Yan Qingsi nodded: "Of course ... okay ..."
Yue Tingfeng's eyes cooled down, he glanced at Mrs. Yue.
When Mrs. Yue received, she immediately asked Wuyi to tell Yue to listen to the wind and bring her jacket.
He put on his coat and smiled, "My friend, Qingsi, naturally I want to get one for myself."
Yan Qingsi was a little surprised, hey ... Didn't you just say that?
"Okay ... then trouble Mr. Yue."
"How trouble is it, please."
Yan Qingsi watched the two leave, and she felt a little embarrassed, and she exclaimed, "My husband, drive carefully."
Yue Tingfeng waved his hand: "I see ..."
Sitting in the car, Arthur said, "Monica, I really care about you."
Yue Tingfeng drove out of the Yue family: "Of course, my wife, can you not care about me?"
"How do you two love each other?"
Yue Tingfeng's eyes looked at the road ahead. "This is ... a long and romantic process, and it's all dog food. You sure, you want to listen."
Arthur: "Ten minutes of this journey, you speak slowly."
Yue really listened to the wind, and the car stopped at the door of the hotel. He said, "That's it, she became my wife!"
The doorman opened the door, but he didn't move: "It doesn't sound like ... good."
Yue Tingfeng knocked on the steering wheel with his fingers: "Is it beautiful? That's not what you judge, it's what we both said. The happiness of Qing Si, I can give, what she wants and the family, I can give. For us, this It ’s beautiful. I hear people say that people who are bitter in heart feel astringent no matter how good the story is. Mr. Arthur does n’t know if it is so?
Arthur looked coldly, "Probably!"
He bent down and got out of the car, a cold wind came over, his hair covering his eyes.
The sky was gloomy in the distance, and snow was coming.
He glanced at Yue Tingfeng in the car and suddenly smiled: "No, I just said something wrong."
Yue Tingfeng: "What?"
Arthur raised his lips: "I'm not bitter, I'm jealous!"