Pan Hua and Lin shook hands slightly for a moment, and then both let go.

The atmosphere in the box was weird, and Mo Liangyu and Ying Feifei stood aside at a loss like two angry bags.

In fact, when she saw Lin Weiwei for the first time, Ying Feifei didn't like it very much.

The woman's eyes are very vicious, Lin Weiwei has a tall and superior expression from the moment she enters the door, even if she deliberately shows that she is approachable, she still can't hide the pride that flows from the bottom of her eyes.

Sure enough, it's the most annoying thing to be small!

As for the cold-blooded gaze, he had been condensed on Pan Hua's body since he entered the door, and when he saw them let go of his hand, he glanced faintly at the four-person dining table.

Seeing his gaze, Pan Hua raised her eyes and looked at him levelly, "Why don't you eat here, Fei Fei and I will change places." ”

Since it was a small reminiscence, she didn't want to bother in vain.

"No, let's do it together." Cold-blooded naturally hooked her hand and held it in the palm of his hand, "Isn't it going to leave tomorrow?" The right is for you to practice. ”

As she spoke, the man's thin lips smiled, and her deep eyes were engraved with her delicate face, and he took her to the first seat in a gesture that could not be refused.

This scene made Lin's slightly dignified demeanor collapse in an instant, and she stood in place and was completely ignored, like a joke.

Obviously, tonight was to pick her up and wash the dust, but now it has evolved into a practice dinner for Pan Hua.

As early as when she heard the news of the cold-blooded marriage, she hurriedly dropped the graduation Q&A in her hand and rushed back by plane as fast as possible.

For so many years, liking him has become a habit that has penetrated into the blood and bones.

Although it is bitter and tormenting, it is her sweetest heart.

Everyone knows her intentions, but ...... She never dared to divulge to the cold-blooded in the slightest.

This small relationship was the strongest bond she could stand on his side, and she thought that no one would ever be closer to being cold-blooded than her.

Can ...... now

All her self-righteousness is like a flower, a missed moment, withered and no longer has any life.

Lin stood in place in a slight daze, forgetting to maintain dignity, and the panic in his eyes attracted people's attention.

Mo Liangyu's vague gaze on Lin Weiwei's body on the side, seeing her trance-like and lonely expression, inadvertently burst into silent self-deprecation.

At this moment, everyone's mind is very different.

Only Pan Hua was clear and clear, and when she sat down, Yu Guang had already observed Lin Wei's changes.

Her eyes were full of starlight, her red lips were smiling, like a wise man sitting firmly on the Diaoyu Tai, ethereal to see through everyone's minds.

After taking a seat in cold blood, I saw that several people were still standing in place, and their tone was casually detached, "Come and sit." ”

Lin was slightly frightened by his voice to come back to his senses, and tried his best to suppress the emotions rolling in his heart, and the smile reappeared on his cheeks, as if he had returned to a dignified daughter.

As if she didn't know, she stepped on her high heels Shi Shiran sat beside the cold-blooded, and then looked at Mo Liangyu, "Xiao Yu, you and that girl sit on these two sides, I will squeeze Ah Xue." ”

In front of the square table, which can only accommodate four people, Pan Hua is alone on one side, and Lin Weiwei deliberately sits on the same side with cold-bloodedness, and his intention is obvious.

Ying Feifei frowned involuntarily, and just wanted to speak, the cold-blooded person sitting beside Lin Weiwei stood up with her knees soothed, and her voice was mellow and magnetic: "You don't have to squeeze it, I'll just be with Huahua." ”

Flower......

This was the first time Pan Hua had heard him call his name.

She looked at him, with an indescribable throbbing, gently slicing into her heart, wrapped in the warmth of deep affection.

The man's demeanor when he got up was elegant and leisurely, and his noble and cold handsome face looked at Pan Hua, covered with a rich soft light.

After all, he ignored Lin Weiwei's embarrassed expression, sat down next to Pan Hua, his fingers probed to the Liang soybean milk on the table, his long eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked at her with a warning and pampering: "Don't drink too cold, it hurts your stomach." ”