"The wine is made according to my first impression of you."
"Really, what does that smell like?"
Li Zhao smiled with unknown meaning.
This sentence is scattered in the bar with loud music.
Late at night, the already inconspicuous light dimmed a bit again, and there were people twisting their waists wantonly near the stage. People who had been depressed for a long time were released at this moment.
Chongmian looked at his face with a fake smile and pushed the wine glass forward.
"Negroni."
Li Zhao didn't understand for many years that this guy was obviously a perfumer, but he knew so much about wine...
But he had to admit that on that night when the scent of cedar and nicotine blended together,
He saw the fire in Chongmian's eyes and instinctively wanted to get closer to him.
Purpose: Mutual support among urban elites in a complicated society