There was a pause in the sound of conversation outside, as if hesitating, and then the waiter's knock on the door came as expected, breaking the silence of the box again.

Duan Xueqing's brows were already furrowed, she was silent for a long time, and the second knock on the door sounded again, this may be the waiter's last attempt. Duan Xueqing is the family of the big owner of the teahouse, in other words, she is also the person who can control her professional destiny, and she pushes the 'door' without permission, she doesn't have the courage to do so.

Duan Xueqing slowly stood up, walked up and opened the 'door' of the box, and the smiling face of the man outside was the first to catch her eyes.

He is very handsome, both in height and appearance, he is very in line with the aesthetic standards of Chinese 'women' and 'sex'. In particular, his smile can always give people a sunny feeling - the opposite of the temperament of Duan Xueqing, an iceberg beauty. A very crisp black shirt with cuffs rolled up to the elbows, casual trousers with heavy hiking boots, serious and uninhibited, free and self-controlled.

"Hello!" The man politely raised his right hand and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Miss, this gentleman said you called him over." The waitress looked at Duan Xueqing's face with some nervousness and said.

"yes!" The corners of the man's mouth curved upward, 'exposed' his white teeth, and laughed.

It's you a ghost, Duan Xueqing thought depressedly in her heart. Just now she was just worried that he would step on the wrong place and fall into the water carelessly, but this person actually mistakenly thought that she had let him come up.

had the heart to tell the truth, but Duan Xueqing looked at his bright smile and couldn't bear it. Men are good-looking, Duan Xueqing heard her mother often say this. How embarrassed he would be if he was exposed on the spot!

Duan Xueqing nodded in a ghostly manner, and then, she hesitated for a moment and said lightly, "Come in!" After speaking, Duan Xueqing turned around and walked to her seat.

"Thank you!" Before the man came in, he bowed to the waiter and thanked him, and then strode in and closed the 'door'.

He was a little familiar, and sat directly opposite Duan Xueqing generously, and laughed hehehe.

Duan Xueqing actually wanted him to sit down first, and he would find a reason to send him away later, but the man didn't play his cards according to common sense, didn't speak, just looked at her and smiled, laughing so that Duan Xueqing was a little uncomfortable. She put down the book in her hand, frowned and asked, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"I said, we don't know each other, right?" The man was still smiling, and he made a gesture, meaning to ask Duan Xue Qingyun if he was allowed to pour tea.

Duan Xueqing took two deep breaths, nodded her head, and then, she looked at the man opposite skillfully washing cups and making tea, and said, "Don't get me wrong, I just asked you not to stand on it, it's dangerous." ”

"Oh! Is it? The man looked a little embarrassed, but then he smiled heartily, "Then I'm a beautiful woman again!" Sorry, sorry, if I bothered you, I'll leave now. He sat there, not leaving at all.

Duan Xueqing's expression was cold, but there was no despair, she picked up the book in her hand, continued to read, did not raise her head, and said a few words lightly: "No, drink tea." "It's still the same as always, and the words are like gold.

The man didn't feel embarrassed at all, he just made the tea by himself, then poured out the tea in Duan Xueqing's cup, poured a new cup, and pushed it to her.

Duan Xueqing did not refuse, in the interval between turning the pages, her 'wavering' eyes glanced lightly, and then stretched out her left hand, pinched the small teacup of purple sand with her thumb and forefinger, and drank it all. There was no comment, just as if nothing had happened, she put down her cup and continued to read the book in her hand.

The man was even calmer than her, and after filling Duan Xueqing with a cup of tea, he poured himself a drink.

The box was as quiet as ever, except for the slight sound of teacups being lifted and lowered, but it was not very abrupt. Duan Xueqing almost forgot about the existence of the man opposite, as if he was still sitting alone in the box, but the tea would be filled automatically.

It's so quiet, it's eerily quiet.

I don't know why, this man is different from other men, he didn't talk to Duan Xueqing on his own, and he didn't feel uncomfortable because of Duan Xueqing's ignorance. He is like another owner of this box, boiling water to make tea by himself, his movements are skillful and free, he looks like a master who has been immersed in 'lewd' tea art for many years, and even if you look at him slowly, not in a hurry at all, you will mistakenly think that he is a master.

Only when the water was boiling did the man raise his head with a smile and didn't bother, just gazing at Duan Xueqing's cold and absolutely 'glamorous' face gently.

This gaze didn't bother Duan Xueqing much, because the man opposite looked at her, not like he was looking at a beautiful 'sex', but as if she had become a ingenious work of art, every arc was 'fine' and delicate, and she always had to figure it out carefully in order to appreciate the thrilling beauty in it.

Since there is no impact, Duan Xueqing treats the man opposite as if it doesn't exist, and she doesn't bother to think about how to get rid of the other party, anyway, his kung fu in making tea is not bad, so she has to do it herself.

Duan Xueqing usually only stays in the teahouse for one morning, and she still has to go home for dinner at noon. Although Duan's mother basically doesn't cook, and the nanny cooks, after Duan Xueqing comes back, she still has to accompany her mother more to make up for the unfilial piety that insisted on staying in Yangcheng to work at that time.

At half past eleven, Duan Xueqing closed the books in her hand and began to pack her things—not much, four books stuffed into her backpack.

"You're going back?" The man stood up, stretched, and the corners of his mouth curled, revealing his sunny smile that marked 'sex'.

Duan Xueqing glanced at him, didn't make a sound, just nodded.

"Haha, okay, I'm going back too, thank you for your hospitality today!" The man said with a smile. Duan Xueqing's height of nearly 1.7 meters is considered very high among 'female' students, and the man is only half a head taller than her, but it is enough for him to look down on Duan Xueqing a little.

What kind of treat? Duan Xueqing didn't think about entertaining him at all.

However, Duan Xueqing's 'sexual' personality was the same, so she didn't argue, but just lightly put on her schoolbag.

"Oh! Come to think of it! The man patted his head as if he had really forgotten and smiled, "I haven't introduced myself yet!" My surname is Bai, my name is Bai Tingyuan, and I am a wedding photographer. Oh, by the way, the court is the court of the court, and the yuan is the yuan of Yuan Fang, what do you think. Hehe! As he spoke, he laughed happily to himself.

Duan Xueqing didn't laugh, her laughter was not so low, however, she didn't continue to speak coldly, she just said her name lightly: "Duan Xueqing." ”

Duan Xueqing didn't like this man, but she didn't feel disgusted, she kept a certain distance and didn't refuse him.

Subsequently, Duan Xueqing didn't say the fourth word more, and she didn't pay attention to it. I saw her walking by Bai Tingyuan's side lightly, leaving only a faint mint-like fragrance.

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