Zuo Xi only hooked the corners of his lips to himself, and smiled half meaningfully and half casually, and the young master Huo had a frosty face, but he never brushed his sleeves away.

But I was bored, pursed the corners of my lips, turned around and left.

Here, inexplicably, people can't stay.

Someone from behind me followed, taking advantage of the situation and grabbing my waist.

I frowned, my steps froze, but I didn't break free, I only walked side by side with Zosi, and in the eyes of the chasing lights, my steps were gentle, harmonious and beautiful.

When I finally got into the elevator, it was just me and him, and I made a straight face and said in a cold tone, "Now, there is no one else, so there is no need to provide materials to the public to prove the intimacy between us that does not exist in the first place." ”

I should have been stunned for a moment, but the arm across my waist was not withdrawn as I wanted, Zosi smiled instead, and his arm was clenched, "However, I enjoy this moment very much, as if the whole world knows that you are mine." ”

I simply took a step sideways and staggered away from him.

The arm that stayed in the air was quite empty, and Zosi stared for a long time, as if he was contempled, and then as if he was lost.

"That Anna, know you?" The arm was withdrawn, and his voice was shallow and unmarked.

is a little more moving than on the screen, and what is especially rare is that one, which is definitely not stained with a trace of fat powder kitsch, and has its own temperament. But now, the beauty is frowning together, sitting on the sofa in the president's room with an unhappy face

No matter how many times it appears, it always takes my breath.

He is really a master of crisis management. Broken smile.

Time is like water, and there is nothing to say. Spring City is full of flowers. The spring breeze rises day and night. Blowing green day by day.

Driving to the city, I looked at the time, it was only eight o'clock. The Furckmins Mansion didn't want to stay any longer, so I thought about it for a moment and turned around and headed towards the company.

Stepping into the Funckmins Enterprise Building, the lights are bright, and the various departments operate rigorously and methodically, which is very similar to the style of the world's top multinational group. Take the elevator to the floor where my office is located, due to the proximity to the top floor. It is also the office of the company's top management, and the office distribution is very small, and the whole corridor is very quiet.

I slowly stepped on the soft, high-quality long-wool carpet. As I approached the safe passage at the end of the corridor, I suddenly heard a very low sound coming from the stairwell of the safe passage. It's Phyllis.

In the middle of the night, I came to a safe passage where few people appeared. This kind of deliberate concealment is not easy for me intuitively. The voice came from far and near, and it was clear that she was coming down the stairs and sounded like she was talking on the phone.

But the corridor now leads straight up the staircase to the safe passage ahead, without any turn, and if I eavesdrop here, she will undoubtedly see me when she descends to this floor.

I subconsciously looked around, and there were smooth walls on both sides. There is no obscuration, except for a partial bump on the right wall. It should be able to partially block my figure and avoid being seen by her later, so I ducked sideways and listened with bated breath.

The voice from the safe passage was deliberately suppressed, and I was extremely cautious, and I sank my voice, but unfortunately the distance was too far, and the sound was intermittent, and I couldn't hear anything clearly.

But I did not dare to venture a few steps closer, and if I had taken a few steps closer, I would have waited quietly.

Everyone can do business, but sincerity may not be available to everyone.

Are you born cold... It's really worthy of its name...... Why are you so indifferent? Laughing, annoyed, playful, as close as the real thing, but, Qingyu, you can throw away these things without caring as soon as you turn around, leave me, there will be no reluctance, Fu Qingyu, even this name is probably not true... It's you who is cold-hearted, but no matter how ruthless your heart is, I... I like it.

The identification of the internal imprint made by Sotheby's for the "crystal" after it was obtained was wrong, and the real "crystal" did not have the name of the so-called "Irene", in fact, it is normal for experts to refute each other's statements, and the appraisal made by a large company like Sotheby's may not be unpublished, so it cannot be shown that Nicholas lied, and it is impossible to prove that the real "crystal" was secretly hidden by Nicholas.

The tail note hooked his eyes a little bitten Fu Qingyu, you are addictive.

Through a slight tremor in my heart, things without a pestle gradually came out of control.

The projection of the eyelashes on the face trembles, and the person who likes to dominate others finally realizes his powerlessness.

Breaking his usual absolute certainty, with a kind of pain, but longing

The end of the sentence disappeared between the overlapping lips of the two men. I don't dare to stare into your eyes, for fear that every look I will confess.

A sophisticated and shrewd businessman, silent, stripped of all eyes.

I have loved so much that I can't love, and I can't hurt anymore. I think he is cruel, you can keep saying that you don't love it, it doesn't matter, while saying I love you, while using tenderness and sweetness to appease you and decide to leave, it's really cruel. Kill Him in His Hope, Hurt Him in His Love.

Pampering is not real love" You also panic? "Ever since I met you......"

Maybe every man likes to make a woman hurt, likes to watch the woman he loves endure pain for him, and then listen to the other person say it's okay, in this way to prove his control and give himself a sense of security.

"My mother is the daughter of a Chinese entrepreneur and a well-off family, and when her extramarital affair with my father came to light, it immediately made a huge wave within the family, you know, what it means in China for a girl to do such a thing."

Her eyes were misty and even wandering, as if nothing could really make it focused, and she looked back deeply

The overflowing attachment under the eyes is like a clear lake, and the air is suddenly so thick that it almost wants to drown people,

When frowning and looking at me with such incorrigible cool eyes, it is particularly sexy. Affection

Don't you really hate me?

Since then, he has also used to use such indifference to build an indissolvable layer of ice between me and him,

You are very smart, but what a pity it would be for human talent to become the raw material of strife. Sink.

It is so perfect to interpret this domineering and gentleness, coldness and affection at the same time.

Have you ever folded a sunflower?

Who else can take my breath just by standing there quietly? His gaze is sharp and terrifying.

You can't turn around and deny my original intention because of this result~ irrational and illogical attack

His gaze slid over her hair and fell onto hers. Losing control is really, really, dangerously.

If you're staring at me, I'll give up on myself...... Compromise in the eyes

The inventor of Irish coffee was a bartender at Dublin Airport. Because transatlantic planes often refuel at this airport, passengers like to have a cup of Irish coffee when they get off the plane and rest, so it has spread all over the world. This bartender was made for a beautiful flight attendant.

It's an intoxicating and sad love story about Irish coffee. At the time of parting, mixing a cup of pure Irish coffee for your loved one is a silent and sad telling. In the story of the bartender and the stewardess, it has been a whole year since the stewardess ordered this fancy hot coffee for the first time and the bartender was successfully developed. The bartender burst into tears of excitement when he first made Irish coffee for his beloved, so he drew a circle along the rim of the cup with his tears. So, the taste of the first sip of Irish coffee is like a long-suppressed long-suppressed long-term long-suppressed long-term long-suppressed long-term long-term long-suppressed long-term

The bartender met the girl at Dublin Airport, probably at first sight, and the bartender was very fond of flight attendants. He felt that she was like an Irish whiskey, fragrant and mellow. But every time she came to the bar, she always ordered a different coffee according to her mood, and never ordered a cocktail

The bartender was good at making cocktails, and he wanted her to have a cocktail that he had made for her. Eventually, he came up with a way to combine what he thought was a girl's Irish whiskey with coffee for a new drink. Then named it Irish Coffee and added it to the menu in the hope that the girl would discover it.

It's a pity that this girl is different from you, she is not a careful and cautious person, so she has never discovered Irish coffee. The bartender never reminded her, just doing his part at the bar, and then expecting the girl to come every once in a while. Eventually, she discovered Irish coffee and ordered it.

It's as simple as that?

Simple? Do you know how much effort a bartender has to put into creating Irish coffee?

Basically, it is very difficult to completely blend Irish whiskey with coffee.

The first is the ratio of whiskey to coffee, which is about a little over an ounce, about 30 c.c.

Five ounces of coffee, 150 c.c., a ratio of about one to five. Do you know how many trials this has been undertaken? Girls never order cocktails and probably don't like the smell of alcohol, but whiskey is a stinging spirit. Therefore, he had to find a way to make the wine taste lighter, but not reduce the aroma and taste of the wine. So in the process of baking the cup, the heat is very important.

Irish coffee is very strict about the choice of whiskey, the ratio of coffee to whiskey, and the cup and brewing method, but the choice of coffee is more casual, as long as it is strong and hot.

Why is this so?

In addition to the fact that coffee is not particularly fond of girls, it also represents another form of inclusion. No matter how picky you are about whisky, you are very tolerant of coffee. The bartender may just want to make her a cup of Irish coffee, and he doesn't care if she can appreciate his hard work and persistence, or if she will be moved.

Do you know how long it took from the bartender inventing Irish coffee to the girl ordering Irish coffee? For a whole year.

When he first made her Irish coffee, he burst into tears because of his excitement. (To be continued......)