She looked at Ling Nange with love and added: "Don't hurry to come back with Mr. Ling for dinner"
Nan Nan couldn't understand what Wing was thinking, so he had to nod his head in a daze
Wing's usual way of doing things is very decisive and clear in public and private affairs. Why did she let her leave so easily today?
Ling Nange said in a intimate tone: "Nan Nan, Sister wing agreed, let's go."
I found her stunned, so I simply held Nannan's hand and walked towards the elevator in full view of everyone.
Wing's face turned pale again, and her eyes were like a sharp knife that shot towards the south south
Nan Nan felt so magnificently that he was seriously injured, it was so sad
Although the restaurant this time is not the last time, it is also a very high-end place. Nan Nan walked behind Ling Nange, who was emitting dazzling light all over her. It was so inconspicuous that even the guards ignored her.
This is a Japanese cuisine
Nannan has seen it in a magazine. It is the most expensive Japanese restaurant in the city, and all the big stars are in and out. I heard that paparazzi can't get in here.
When I first came in, I saw several familiar faces, which seemed to be Yang Mingyu, and the most famous male supermodel
No wonder, the guard saw that he was dressed so coldly, so his eyes were so strange
hey-hey
After sitting down in the private room, I could still see the people outside, and I couldn't help but look outside curiously
Ling Nange reached out helplessly and waved her hand in front of her, then she pulled her mind back
Nan Nan smiled shyly, and restrainedly picked up the guard dressed in a kimono and poured the tea for her. Then he took a sip and suddenly felt full of tea fragrance, and was surprised: "This tea smells so good."
The eyes were as bright as black jade
Ling Nange couldn't help but smile: "Nan Nan, you are so cute."
Well, Nannan's heart suddenly became happy. Is the great god praising her?
Seeing her smiling, she was like a little cat, she couldn't help but touch her hair again
Her hair is long and smooth. You can tell at a glance that it has not been processed by any manual treatment and feels very textured.
Her slender fingers held the broken hair on her forehead, and the warm temperature touched her face. She couldn't help but feel embarrassed and she was unnaturally avoiding his fingers.
She put down the cup and asked seriously with a little face: "God, what's the matter with me? What can I do to help you?"