He was going to see if the matter at Shangri-La was settled. If it was settled, he would arrange for A Biao and Su Weiwei to move in first. If it was not settled, he would change the hotel for them to stay.

But before Wang Fan could get up, the box door opened with a creak, and then a tall waitress strolled in.

The waitress has a voluptuous figure, a pretty face, and her eyes are as full as water, brimming with love, as if she can speak.

Wang Fan looked at the service lady who suddenly broke in, and was stunned for a moment, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

He was about to get up, but immediately gave up the idea of ​​getting up.

Heiye and Su Weiwei are both women, and they are first-class beauties, so they have no interest in this service girl.

Although A Biao is a man, he is just like Men Lu. Except for his sister A Xuan, he is not pretentious towards women, so he does not have many emotional changes.

Meng Qingyang couldn't stand it anymore. He had seen countless women, but he had never slept with such a top-notch woman.

Although Su Weiwei is a top-notch beauty every night, she is not something he can touch.

So when he looked at the waitress, he was immediately dumbfounded, with a look like a pig brother.

He was thinking about when this small coffee shop had this kind of top quality. Should he come over afterwards and take care of this woman?

While Meng Qingyang was thinking about this, the waitress had already come to a few people with a smile on her face. There was also a faint smell of perfume on her body, which stimulated people's senses and minds.

She put down the snacks and coffee on the tray and said a little shyly. "Hello, you are the guests of the ninety-ninth table in our store today. This is an extra gift from our store to you."

Her voice is crisp and numb, giving goosebumps to anyone who listens to it. The way she lowers her head when she talks is even more inviting, making people want to hold her in her arms.

Rub.

Looking at the woman at close range, coupled with the woman's unbearable voice, Meng Qingyang felt even more itchy.

If Wang Fan hadn't been here, with his temperament as Young Master Meng, he might have directly pinned him down and executed him on the spot.

Wang Fan moved his nose, glanced at the woman playfully, and then at the coffee. Then he picked up the coffee spoon and stirred it in the coffee, and asked lightly, "You want to kill me?"
Chapter completed!