Song Mingxun leaned over and approached Yan Shu with a bright smile, like a child, "sister, isn't it very beautiful?"

Good looking fart!

Yan Shu resisted the urge to swear, rubbed her eyebrows, and calmly said to the young man, "song Mingxun, we can talk, not that you like me. There are many cooks who can cook delicious food in the world. When you eat more delicious food, you will also sincerely like each other and praise each other."

"I've always regarded you as a friend, but your behavior is so extreme that I don't think we even need to be friends."

"But I only like the dishes cooked by my sister." Song Mingxun pursed his lower lip and said in a low voice, "sister, you don't have a boyfriend, why can't you try with me?"

He said, "sister, I can give you whatever you want."

"We are not the same people." After a meal, Shu said, "I don't have a boyfriend, but my two children have a father, and I'm not going to find a stepfather for them."

Song Mingxun's beautiful eyes narrowed, "sister, didn't you watch the news? President Fu is in contact with the daughter of Bosen group."

"I see." Yan Shu's face was still calm, not much changed, "we are not together, he is free, of course, if you want to find a girlfriend."

"But he has his choice, and I also have my persistence."

Yan Shu raised her eyes and looked at the young man, "every year when you are her idol, I like it very much, and I hope you can always be her idol."

Song Mingxun was frustrated by Yan Shu's relentless rejection.

From childhood to adulthood, what he wanted was at his fingertips. Even if he wanted to act, he didn't have to play for a few years like others. He soon won the prize, and he was soft on singing.

He always thought that luck was always on his side.

Until I met Yan Shu.

The loss lasted only two seconds on song Mingxun's face. Soon he grinned at Yan Shu, "since you say that, I also have my persistence."

"I like you! I won't give up, I'll keep chasing you until you promise."

Yan Shu twitched at the corner of her mouth. She didn't know what to say at all. Sweeping the tattoo on his chest, her head hurt even more. "Can you wash this tattoo off?"

"No." Song Mingxun shrugged his shoulders with a gentle and lovely smile. "Tattooed on my body, it's up to me whether to wash it or not."

“……”

Just when Yan Shu felt deeply powerless, a voice came from her ear, "Banquet Manager, Mr. Fu has come to the hotel. Let you go to his office now."

"OK, I'll go now." Yan Shu is trying to find an excuse to leave. The words from the front desk are like timely rain.

Before leaving, she looked back at Song Mingxun and asked powerlessly, "don't wash off the tattoo and don't show it outside, OK?"

Song Mingxun didn't intend to show it to others.

Hearing what she said, he turned his eyes and smiled, "yes, but in the future, I will send messages to my sister. My sister can't ignore me."

"OK." Yan Shu had to agree and left the suite.

After Yan Shu went out, song Mingxun took out the mobile phone that was still recording the video from behind the decorations. He ended the video and opened it to watch it.

The shooting angle is good and clear.

Yan Shu's cold and beautiful face has always appeared in the camera.

Song Mingxun was lying lazily on the sofa, holding his chin in one hand. Watching the video playback, he couldn't help feeling that there was such a lovely woman.

His appearance and character fell to his heart.

The calmer she was, the more he wanted to pull her into his arms and smash her violently, just like a flower of kaolin that made people look and feel scared.