Chapter 32

Now that he ordered coffee, that is to say, he planned to have a good talk with her, which was just what she wanted.

Song Qinghuan used the fastest speed to make two cups of coffee.

One of them was put in front of him to keep out the cold, and the other was put opposite him.

When the cold drooping eyes looked at the eye coffee, and then made a "please" action, motioned song Qinghuan to sit down in the opposite.

All of a sudden, such a gentleman startled song Qinghuan. He can't be a ghost. How can he suddenly change his normal state?

But after careful observation, it seems nothing, but song Qinghuan always feels that something is wrong, but what is wrong? It's too deep to forgive the man in front of her. With her small eyes, she really can't find anything.

Shi Yuhan gently pushed the "silver Cube" in his hand to song Qinghuan, "this is the villa you live in, the highest exercise right of the security system!"

Song Qinghuan looked at him and sipped his coffee cup.

She picked her eyebrows and asked the hesitation from the bottom of her heart, "where do I live? You mean you don't live here? "

"I live in the back one." When the cold blinked, thick eyelashes slightly drooped, and then the whole body indifferent elegant atmosphere, timely stretch.

Song Qinghuan put down his coffee cup, looked at him in disbelief and said, "really? I'm alone? "

When Yuhan looked at her with a smile but not a smile, cold corners of the mouth lightly tick: "aunt he every week, will come to clean three times."

All the unhappiness disappeared in an instant. Song Qinghuan suddenly laughed and nodded: "I know!"

"The one in the back, you can't get near without my permission." When the cold again, handsome face without a trace of temperature.

What ice!

"Who is rare!" Song Qinghuan curled his mouth, then took the coffee cup in front of him and sipped it again.

When the cold fixed looking at him, eyes suddenly slipped a strange light.

He fiddled with his hair. A few bangs dropped down from his fingers and gently touched his clean forehead. His cold temperament suddenly became evil.

"Blowing love." He burst out and said two words.

Song Qinghuan didn't hear clearly: "hmm? What? "

When the cold eyes infected with evil, "blowing love, the name of coffee, very precious things."

Blowing love? What's the matter with you? So what She's drinking coffee with aphrodisiac?!! Song Qinghuan stares at the coffee in front of him in horror, and then looks at Shi to keep out the cold.

Her surprised expression seemed to please him to some extent, and she gave him a silent smile.

Song Qinghuan's eyes were wide and round. "You, the one who blows love, won't have the medicine to urge love..."