Spear Teacher

Nearing the evening, the three drove to a top convention and exhibition center in the center.

After showing the electronic invitation at the door, Qi Yu and Jiang Qiyu successfully entered.

Led by a special person, they walked slowly through the luxuriously decorated hall and soon arrived at the door of the banquet hall of the cocktail party.

When the waiter at the door took the initiative to open the door, Jiang Qiyu wanted to walk straight in.

But before she took a step, her hand hanging by her side was held by someone.

"......"

She looked around with a little confusion.

Qi Yu's expression was calm, and he slowly raised his left arm slightly and wrapped it around her right hand in the opposite direction.

The posture of the two changed from walking side by side at a distance to an intimate embrace with arms intertwined.

He lowered his eyes and looked closely at her smooth forehead and upturned nose beside him, and his tone slowed down involuntarily:

"Don't run around when you go in, stay with me."

"......"

Jiang Qiyu focused his eyes on the high-end venue, but tilted his head slightly to the right, taking advantage of the situation:

"Then tell me first, what am I?"

"......"

Qi Yu frowned helplessly, paused before whispering in her ear:

"Top-notch."

Retracting his gaze, Jiang Qiyu raised his eyes and glared at him: "Then I can run away--"

"Beautiful lady."

"I can't run away."

Both of them are masters of panting, and they can get together and talk nonsense even in such a formal occasion.

Afterwards, Jiang·Top-notch beauty·Qiyu, who was recognized, and Qi Yu, who was promised not to run around, satisfied each other.

The two of them exchanged glances and reached an agreement in an instant.

"Then let's go," Jiang Qiyu showed her aura of a top female star, firmly held the man's strong arm, and smiled at him:

"My little master."

"......"

Qi Yu's eyes froze, and then a smile that was hard to hide leaked from the corner of his lips:

"My honor."

Following the red carpet at the entrance of the venue, the two walked in hand in hand.

The man was tall and slender, and his noble temperament was one in a million. His well-cut high-end black dark-patterned suit made him more noble and extraordinary.

As soon as he entered the venue, he attracted the eyes of many female guests.

But when he looked again, he found that he was accompanied by an equally eye-catching female companion.

Although the man next to him had a strong aura, the woman's brilliance was not covered up at all.

She was wearing a pearly satin dress, with a perfect figure swaying, and a few round pearls dotted on her elegant bun, which was more elegant and eye-catching under the light and shadow of the venue.

The two were not high-profile, but after entering the door, they still caused some people to discuss in low voices:

"Is this...the one from the Qi family?"

"You don't know him? Qi Yu, the heir of the Qi family who came back from abroad two years ago..."

"I've heard of him, the one who released the dog..."

"Shut up."

"...Whose lady is this young master Qi next to?"

"What's that look? What kind of lady is she?"

Amid the whispers of many women, a slightly abrupt male voice suddenly broke in.

Several female guests looked in the direction of the voice, but saw a man holding a wine glass standing behind them, looking at the protagonist of the topic with sharp eyes:

"She's just a small celebrity who can only attract attention by acting crazy and stupid to get to the top, and she's not up to the mark."

As he spoke, his tone became colder and harder:

"Miss? Is she worthy?"

"..."

The female guests were originally gathered together to chat about some gossip between sisters.

Seeing that the man looked resentful, he didn't say anything. After knowing each other for a moment, they left the place silently.

They just liked gossip and didn't want to practice sports like the young master of the Wang family.

The departure of the few people did not calm the man. Instead, he looked at the two people not far away and snorted coldly, and turned away as well.

"..."

Jiang Qiyu and Qi Yu were completely unaware of the curiosity and hostility of these people.

Because the two were observing the rows of glass display cabinets in the venue.

Stopping in front of one of the display cabinets and looking at the strange-shaped wine bottles and packaging inside, Jiang Qiyu, although holding her posture, could not hide her surprised eyes:

"Shan... Shan..."

She knew more about white wine, but she knew very little about red wine and foreign wine.

In the display cabinet in front of her, there were two large gold-plated fonts on the pure black wine box, and she only recognized one.

"......"

A man's restrained chuckle sounded beside me, and he reminded me leisurely:

"This is Yamazaki 55, the oldest Japanese whisky, distilled in the 1960s and released in 2020. There are only 1 in the world.00 bottles."

Qi Yu looked at the whiskey in the display case and said calmly:

"This wine is a mixture of various raw wines that have been matured since before 1964. The aging time is the longest among Suntory whiskeys. It is also very outstanding among rare whiskeys and is worth collecting."

"..."

Jiang Qiyu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the person who suddenly turned into a whiskey collection expert, and lowered his voice:

"You are allergic to alcohol, but you are still interested in collecting wine?"

"Not interested."

Qi Yu did not hide anything, and pointed to the text description next to the bottle in the display case with his eyes in her puzzled eyes:

"It's written here. ”

“......”

Jiang Qiyu followed his line of sight and found the collection introduction in pure Japanese next to the bottle.

The pretentious words that almost came out of her mouth were swallowed back.

She took Qi Yu's arm and moved to the display cabinet next to her, but found that the text introduction on it was even more obscure.

“......”

“This is Bowmore Onyx 50 years old, produced in Scotland in 1970.”

“......”

“Macallan 72 years old Lalique crystal bottle.”

“......”

“Glenlivet 80 years old single malt whisky.”

“......”

“This is——”

“Stop.”

Jiang Qiyu turned her head and glanced at him secretly:

“Enough, if people hear me, they will think I don’t know a few foreign languages.”

Qi Yu shut up obediently because she didn’t let him say it, but after looking at her profile, he couldn’t help but say:

“Speaking dialect does not count as knowing foreign languages. ”

“......”

Hearing this, Jiang Qiyu’s expression was still calm and gentle. She held his right hand but secretly exerted force, and gritted her teeth beside him:

“I not only speak dialect, I also sign language, do you want to try?”

“Go easy on me.”

Qi Yu slid down on his knees, feeling her soft little hand gradually exerting force, but his eyebrows were just smiling:

“I surrender.”

The two were secretly competing, but suddenly a very enthusiastic voice came from behind:

“This is Mr. Qi, I made a bet with someone and thought you wouldn’t come today.”