Wen Qing's eyes flashed a smile.

"What did the boss say?"

"He only answered the last one." Zheng Meijia cleared her throat and imitated Wen Mo's always indifferent tone, "bad temper is born, no help."

He picked the tip of the brow, inclined a Yang lip, "is the boss's style."

"To talk to him, you have to have a spirit of 12 points and dig holes everywhere. It's too hard to resist!" Zheng Meijia's tone was helpless and funny.

Once upon a time, she was the one who suffered the most. Who let her pursue Wenmo at that time.

The chat between them is getting better and better, and the atmosphere is also relaxed without any trace.

Zheng Meijia chirps like a sparrow. Although Wen Qing's answer is very simple, sometimes she doesn't even answer. She just looks at her lazily, as if she is saying, "I don't want to talk anymore." but the moment of four eyes contact is enough to make her happy.

She thinks what she has done today is worth it!

"Wen Qing, can I ask you another question? I've been wondering about that for a long time

Wen Qing's sitting posture is different from that of Zheng Meijia.

His long legs were straight and folded, one hand on the back of the chair, half leaning and half askew as if he had no bones. Hearing the words, he lazily raised his eyes.

"Ask."

Just after a sport, his hair was broken and disorderly, and he put it on his white and full forehead. His narrow eyes seemed to contain a fine streamer under the candlelight.

The corners of the mouth should not hook, thin and bright red lips, exuding a fatal temptation.

The loose robe draped over him revealed a fine clavicle, which made him lazy and sexy.

Zheng Meijia's careless eyes on him made her heart crisp, and her eyes suddenly became a little crazy.

Why didn't you find him so good-looking before?

In her heart, he was a beautiful young man who was sick. He was lazy and careless. He didn't have a normal life. He didn't seem to be interested in anything except weapons and brother Mo's words.

But those are all illusions.

He is a poppy. He knows the danger factor of poppy. After tasting it, he can't help but want to get close to him again.

It was not until she noticed his slightly teasing eyes that Zheng Meijia regained her mind. Her little face turned red instantly, and she didn't know where she had forgotten the question she wanted to ask.

Wen Qing didn't speak. When he didn't see it, he took back his sight and continued to eat.

Zheng Meijia wants to find a hole to get in. She is crazy about a man!

OMG, she has never been like this in front of brother Mo, OK!

Zheng Meijia was a little embarrassed and couldn't wait to say something to ease the situation.

"I ask you, why did you get angry and leave suddenly after what we did last time?"

She couldn't figure it out for a long time.

However, at the same time, Wen Qing's knife rubbed the bottom of the plate and made a sharp sound, which seemed to pierce the mild atmosphere in an instant.

His face does not change, tone slightly light way back, "or that sentence, male Huan - female love each get what they need, I am not angry, you think too much."

Get what you need, P!

Smell speech, Zheng Meijia stuffy can't, in the heart there is a faint disappointment flashed.

"I'm the eldest lady of the Zheng family. Aren't you lucky to see you? You are stupid! If you don't make good use of it, what else do you say? Am I that kind of woman? Do you think it's a one night stand where you just slap your ass and leave? "