"Hmph!" Huo Zhenzhen glared at her pretentiously! She took the bag and stood up and left.
When she arrived at the door, she stopped again, turned to look at Mo Jingyao, and her tone eased a lot, "Please tell him, I won't bother him! I have my pride and self-esteem!"
After saying that, she left without looking back.
"..." Mo Jingyao was left with a confused look on his face.
She was the only one in the huge living room, restless and silent around her, so the needles could be heard. Is it because of the words she said just now that Tingyun was so direct? It seems that it is not.
The medieval arrangement quickly attracted her sight.
As a writer, Mo Jingyao is interested in these things with great cultural heritage.
She stood up and admired the paintings hanging on the wall.
After a while, a lowly Confucian male voice came from his ear, "Try it?"
She was slightly shocked, not knowing when Tingyun came. He was tall and stood beside her, holding two cups of coffee in his hand.
"I just cooked it. The coffee beans were planted by my adoptive father. This taste is not available outside." Tingyun looked at her, and the soft light shone on her face, making him feel dazed for a moment.
Mo Jingyao came back to her senses and explained, "That, your blind date is gone, she...she asked me to bring you a message. She will not bother you. She has her pride and self-esteem."
"I know, this is cooked for you, not her."
“…”
Mo Jingyao came back to her senses and took it, "Thank you."
She smelled it, "It smells so good, what did you say just now? Adopted Father? Who is your adoptive father?"
"The owner of this manor." Tingyun held a bone porcelain coffee cup in one hand and gracefully inserted his other hand in his pocket, "Mr. Wang Tanghong."
"You...where are you from?" Mo Jingyao was curious, "Is American nationality?"
"Of course not." He replied, "My adoptive father is not an American citizen. We are all from Jiangcheng, and our family is also in Jiangcheng."
"Oh, what a coincidence, then I am too." Mo Jingyao held the cup in both hands, and the corners of her lips raised lightly, "It's quite destined to be." It's a bit awkward, and a little too exhausted.
Tingyun asked her, "You said you would treat me to a meal? Is this still serious?"
"Take it serious!"
"Then you don't even ask me for the contact information, why do you ask?" As he said that, Tingyun took out his cell phone, opened the WeChat business card, and "Scan it."
Mo Jingyao looked at him, then looked at her phone, "Oh!" She reacted a little slow.
I quickly took out my phone and scanned the code, and added WeChat face to face.
"Hehe." She was really embarrassed, "I'll make an appointment if I have time to go back to Jiangcheng."
Jiangcheng, 10 o'clock in the evening.
Shen Yi did not work overtime today. He returned home early and turned his phone into silent mode, making him feel a little restless.
I can't tell you what's going on. I just studied on the online platform for two hours and am now ready to go to bed.
I went downstairs to check the living room door three times. It was clearly closed, but I always felt that I forgot to close it.
The right eyelid always twitches.
There is an illusion that something very precious is being thought of by a thief and wants to be stolen.
But after checking several times, there was no abnormality at home.
Back upstairs again, Shen Yi lay down on the bed, and Mo Jingyao's appearance and her every smile flashed inexplicably in his mind.
She was injured by her own injury after being stabbed for her friend.
She asked him to borrow a computer, and in order to protect the computer, she slept with the computer for a night...
This girl made Shen Yi feel a kind of intimacy, which is wonderful and can make him feel heart-wrenching.
She went abroad before her feet were not healed, and I don’t know how she is now.