Seeing Yan Lie walking in vigorously, the waitress also widened her eyes, the big movement just now turned out to be his masterpiece, and she endured it and avoided it carefully.

I was afraid of accidentally provoking him.

Leng Xin'er pretended to be calm and watched him come in, picked up the cup with her hand, took a sip, and put it back on the table quietly.

Absolutely cold.

"Hello sir, what would you like to drink?" The waitress asked in a whisper, her voice absolutely soft.

"Latte." After Yan Lie finished speaking, he sat opposite Leng Xin'er and stared at her oppressively, "Your name is Leng Xin'er, you are twenty years old, you grew up in an orphanage, your parents are always unknown, you went to London three years ago to study drama performance, and you work as a model in your spare time, and you are well-known in the local area, known as 'Oriental Angel'." The amber eagle's eyes, in the dim candlelight, shone with a strange light, like a sharp blade stabbing at her frequently.

Seeing that he didn't say any more, the corners of Leng Xin'er's mouth pulled up, and she sneered at him, "My bottom line, do you really know it?" …… Let's be straightforward, you didn't just talk about this when you came to me, did you? ”

"Clever woman, the funniest." Yan Lie propped up his chin with his palm, nodded approvingly, and his eyes stayed on her better neck.

It felt like something was missing.

Frowning slightly.

"You're so bored, it's okay, I'm out of company." Leng Xin'er stood up angrily, his words and burning eyes hurt her self-esteem.

Such a big prickly gaze made her scorch.

Yas.

"Sit down." Yan Lie's forehead clearly showed Chuanzi, staring at her gloomily, "Do you think you can walk out?" After speaking, his eyes swept the door.

There were a few men in black at the door, looking here from time to time, as if they were about to rush in at any moment.

Leng Xin'er's upright body slowly sat down again, her scalp was numb, her face was red, fortunately, the light in the room was dim, not too obvious, her clenched fists, and her palms were covered with sticky sweat.

"Just say it."

"Be my lover."

"Uh, be your lover, lover." Leng Xin'er gritted her teeth and recovered.

Five thunderbolts thundered, looking at him, his eyes were red.

Be your wife, you don't want to do it, you let me be your lover?

Baba bah, go die.

The heart is mixed, but on the surface, it is indifferent and smiling.

Yan Lie looked at her in a daze, and for a moment, seeing her changing expression, he was a little uncertain, and asked tentatively, "You agreed?" ”

Leng Xin'er snorted coldly, slapped her palm on the table, stood up with a bang, pointed at him with her finger, took a slow breath, and said coldly, "Yan Lie, are you sick?" I don't want to marry you, let alone want me to be your lover, it seems that you are really sick, and I will tell you honestly today, impossible, never will. ”

As soon as he heard the word 'sick', Yan Lie's face changed slightly.

He wrinkled his eyebrows in pain, his hands clenched the corner of the table, and his whole body was resolutely cold, "Do you think I do this to any woman?" ”……