I saw Luo Qiao carefully walking out of the kitchen with the soup, as if sensing the gaze of others, and raised his eyes to look at him.

The light in the room is bright, lining Luo Qiao's face more fair-skinned and flawless, her eyes are very beautiful, the tails of her eyes are upturned, seductive and unconscious, at this moment she tied her hair up, revealing a small face the size of a palm, full of girlishness.

Facing his slightly stunned gaze, Luo Qiao's eyes moved, looking at him, the corners of her mouth slowly made a slight arc, but before that arc was fully reflected in her eyes, she looked away and hurriedly walked to the restaurant.

For a moment, Shen Jikong felt that she wanted to smile at him.

He stood in place, and suddenly he was in a trance, and a palpitation that could not be controlled rose in his heart, and that slightly paralyzing feeling swept over his whole body little by little.

"Master."

The subordinates behind him saw that he had not moved for a long time, and whispered to remind.

Shen Jikong's expression moved, and he came back to his senses.

He turned his head and glanced at his subordinates, his eyes were slightly heavy, obviously he had returned to his usual appearance, and said lightly: "Go down." ”

After speaking, Shen Jikong took a step into the restaurant.

Luo Qiao was standing at the dining table, unaproning.

Shen Jikong stared at her with a pair of eyes, the woman wore light makeup, and her lips were dyed with a thin layer of red, which looked bright and beautiful.

He walked over and came behind her, his slender fingers lightly hooked, unwrapped the apron that was a little tightly wound for her, and his voice was very low: "This is the dinner that Qiaoqiao personally made for me?" ”

Luo Qiao tilted his head: "Can't you?" ”

The man chuckled, his voice a little soft, tickling: "Why, I'm just a little flattered." ”

After all, she had never softened her closeness towards him.

Luo Qiao put her apron aside, pulled out a chair, and looked at him: "Sit ......"

Shen Jikong came into contact with her gaze, his gaze fell on the chair she had pulled for herself, the corners of his mouth curled, he didn't refuse, and walked over with his long legs.

Luo Qiao went to the wine cabinet again and brought two bottles of red wine, he kept looking at her, and when he saw this, he stretched out his hand and loosened his neckline, and his face was a little scattered: "You want to drink with me?" ”

Looking at the beautiful red wine rippling in the transparent goblet, the man's eyes were unpredictable, and he gently hooked his lips: "What are you going to do?" ”

Luo Qiao shook the brightly colored red wine and said lightly: "I just suddenly want to drink a little wine." ”

"Really?" He stared at her fair and delicate face, and said with interest, "Aren't you planning to get me drunk?" ”

“……”

Luo Qiao stared at him and raised his eyebrows: "Then do you drink or not?" ”

Under the light, she raised her chin lightly, the corners of her lips were slightly upturned, and her eyes were slightly bright, and she asked him bluntly.

Shen Jikong felt as if his heart was being clenched lightly, and after a moment, he looked away, smiled, and took a sip of wine from his glass.

He said softly, "As long as you give it to me." ”

He thought, this is called can't help it, and it is also called, and it is like a gluttony.

……

The maid had already withdrawn with a sense of humor, and there were only two people left in the whole space.

The red wine has a rich flavor that slowly spreads between the lips and teeth.

Luo Qiao glanced at the cold and cold man beside him, and said, "You plan to lock me up like this for the rest of your life?" ”

Shen Jikong lowered his eyelids lightly, and his voice was light: "You have to run, Qiaoqiao, you have already run once, I won't give you a second chance." ”