Jinyu was actually still confused and didn't know what was going on. Why did everyone leave him to her to serve?
However, her childhood education made her still ask in a sensible manner: "Prince, what would you like to drink?"
"Coffee." Bo Qing raised her head casually and replied.
"No."[
Boqing frowned, and then gave a cool and faint smile with a hint of sarcasm: "...then what do you have at home?"
arrogant.
So arrogant.
Jinyu doesn't like it anymore.
He curled his lips secretly and clarified with a magnanimous look: "I am allergic to coffee, so I never put coffee in the house."
"Hmm." Bo Qing was startled. It turns out that was the case. Just now he thought she was having a little temper.
Suddenly, he looked at her and spoke in a reasonable manner, with a faint voice that was a bit deep.
"Then whatever is fine."
Jinyu finally brought two glasses of pure milk and handed them to him.
He looked at the pure milk, frowned, and showed his disgust.
However, Jinyu still stared at the TV screen from beginning to end, rewinding the disc and continuing to enjoy it.
Boqing sat aside, holding a cigarette in his mouth. After the smoke filled his eyes, his eyes shone brightly, and he swore to himself that he would get rid of Fang Yiran when he got back.
Jinyu didn't like people smoking, but she couldn't stop the noble man who came. She immediately stepped forward, turned off the TV, took out the CD, and planned to go upstairs and watch it in the room.
Boqing put down the cup, took out a tissue, wiped the corners of her mouth slowly, and watched her movements.
The moment she reached the stairs, he finally stood up, looked calm, and spoke restrainedly and calmly.
"Wait a minute, Miss Jin."
Jinyu stood on the second step of the stairs, tilting her head, and the sun happened to hit the side of her face, youthful and pure.
Her slender eyebrows were slightly pulled back, her eyelashes flickered, and she was extremely beautiful without makeup.
Purity and temptation.[
They blend together naturally.
A picture of extreme tranquility and indifference.
At that moment, I felt as if I could hear the pounding in my heart.
