"Let's talk somewhere else." Qiao Chen stretched out her hand and grasped her wrist. In Shen Xin's surprised eyes, she walked into the elevator and pressed the 13th floor of the hotel directly.
On the 13th floor, it is the coffee shop of the hotel.
Entering the elevator, he released her hand.
Shen Xin Leng Leng looking at him, her wrist is still residual between his fingers.
"Qiao Chen, where are you taking me?" Shen Xin looked at the floor he pressed, Xiumei gently frowned, "what do you want to say to me? Now, can't we? "
Qiao Chen turns head to see to her: "do you want to rush back?"
"No, I..."
"Since I'm not in a hurry, I'll go back later." Qiao Chen finish saying, dun dun, added a sentence again, "I send you back in a moment."
Shen Xin is silent.
The space in the elevator is very small, and the two people are very close.
She smelled the perfume of Qiao Chen's body, and it smelled very delicious, not the pungent aroma.
Shen Xin was stunned.
She remembered that Qiao Chen used not to wear perfume.
Now, is he going to use perfume too?
Also, now he is a young master of Mohist school. His basic necessities of life are different from before. Of course, he will be more particular than before.
In a short time, both of them didn't speak. Shen Xin watched the elevator floor rise one by one. She had a lot to say in her heart, but her lips moved, but she couldn't say anything.
The atmosphere of silence is a bit awkward.
Fortunately, soon the elevator was on the 13th floor.
When she got out of the elevator, Shen Xin saw the coffee shop and western restaurant on the 13th floor. As soon as she got out of the elevator, a waiter stood outside the elevator to say hello to them.
"Good evening, sir and miss."
Qiao Chen told the waiter that they were going to the coffee shop, and the waiter led them into a coffee shop.
The coffee shop is decorated with a lot of atmosphere, and there is a small stage for performance. At this moment, on the small stage stands a blonde foreigner, playing a violin in his hand, and the melodious music floats in the air, which gives people the illusion of being in a dance.
Qiao Chen picked a position, after two people sit down, have a waiter to take the list of a little water to come over.
"What would you like to drink, sir and madam?"
"I'll have a black coffee and a cappuccino for this lady. By the way, she has more milk and sugar in her coffee. She likes a sweet taste."
"OK, two, just a moment, please."
The waiter turned away with the list.
Shen Xin was surprised and said, "do you know what I like to drink?"
I know what she likes.
"Well." Qiao Chen nods, "I remember that you like to drink this when you drink coffee. Am I right?"
Shen Xin was silent and shook her head: "well, you remember right."
She does like cappuccino.
She likes the taste of sweet and greasy, and every time she orders coffee, she adds an extra portion of milk and sugar.
She did not expect that Qiao Chen even remembered these small details.
How did he remember that?
Before, he didn't pay attention to his own.
"Qiao Chen, may I ask you a question?"
"Well, you ask."
"How do you know what I like to drink?"
Qiao Chen was silent for a few seconds, the dark and clear eyes flashed, and an uneasy look appeared on his face: "I, I always know."
Shen Xin Leng Leng, a face accident: "you always know?"
"Well."
"How do you know?"