The sound of the guzheng is melodious and tactful, the rich aroma of coffee rushes into the tip of the nose, and several flying cranes are carved on the table.

The last time Song Huai was willing to come to this kind of place, it was three years ago, a guest asked her to help screen an antique hosta, she still remembered, although the hosta was in good condition, but it was indeed not a royal relic.

Therefore, when Wu Shanyan mentioned the name of this café, Song Huaiyuan immediately thought of it.

The waiter served two cups of coffee, and the boiling heat made people feel calm, Wu Shanyan was wearing a long windbreaker today, and a tailor-made suit was worn in the windbreaker, and he was getting thinner and thinner, he habitually helped the frame of his glasses, "Miss Song, is there anything wrong with me this time?" ”

"She, see the subtle and know the murderer. Chapter 63 is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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