"Eat it hot, it works!"

"Poof!" The battle wind that had just drunk a sip of ice water squirted out, but fortunately he reacted quickly and sprayed it on the ground.

"It works well! I don't need to! Ye Qingyan rolled his eyes at Li Shaoze, "But I just love to eat." ”

Zhan Feng directly lay on the table and laughed, and the tears of laughter flowed out.

The corners of Li Shaoze's lips unconsciously hooked, picked up a potato slice with chopsticks, and sighed,

"No wonder I like to hook up everywhere, even Miss Su doesn't let go, I don't choose to eat when I'm hungry, I think it's because I eat too much because of my kidney."

Ye Qingyan was too lazy to talk to him, he only felt that his taste buds were wide open, "It tastes good, the place you bring is okay, the boss has a dry beer, ice!" ”

"No! No alcohol. ”

Ye Qingyan blinked, he ate too much just now and forgot about his aunt, but Li Shaoze knew a lot, and he couldn't drink when he knew his aunt.

"Boss, Chilled Coke!" Ye Qingyan's chin rested on the table, his eyes flashed, and he looked at Li Shaoze aggrievedly.

This look was simply Li Shaoze's deadly poison, as if he couldn't refuse at all.

But, after all, he is a sane person, "Boss, a cup of hot water." ”

"Hahaha!" There was a burst of laughter from the table next to it, and it turned out that the boss had turned on the TV and was playing a reality show.

This reality show is in the Imperial Capital Library.

Ye Qingyan was eating refreshingly, his eyes glanced at it, and his forehead.

In the filming of the reality show, the figure of the Secret Service Director appeared, and he walked straight to a corner of the library.

Then he inserted a thread-bound book with a blue cover on the library shelf, and walked out of the video screen empty-handed.

The Secret Service Director must have been using that blue thread to bind the book and convey some message.

Ye Qingyan thought about how to get the blue thread-bound book, holding a grilled sausage in his hand and putting it to his mouth.

I didn't care about eating when I wanted to eat, so I just put it in my mouth and took it out again.

Suddenly remembered something, unconsciously stretched out the tip of his little tongue, and licked it gently.

As if it tasted good, he stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite of the flavor on the surface of the sausage.

Although her eyes kept looking at the TV screen, her heart was not on the TV, nor was she eating.

So this grilled sausage was right next to her mouth, dangling.

And Ye Qingyan's little tongue is also chasing the grilled sausage, she is actually just thinking, and her mouth is unconsciously doing normal eating movements.

Li Shaoze narrowed his eyes, what the hell is this Ye Qingyan doing, the fire in his heart seems to have been ignited again.

I only felt my lower abdomen tighten, and I clenched my fists tightly.

"Don't eat grilled sausages in the future, you can eat as many kidneys as you want!"

Before Ye Qingyan could react, Li Shaoze snatched the grilled sausage from her hand and threw it into the garbage basket next to her.

"Okay, Zhan Feng packed, I just answered a phone call, the Prime Minister of Nanyang Kingdom will hold a banquet at Fengqiao Winery, and you two will go."

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【Huo Mansion Windsor Villa】

Huo Xiujie returned to Windsor Villa, walked through the gray hall, and walked up the spiral staircase, he raised his hand and touched his forehead.

A wave of vertigo hit him, and he leaned against an eighteenth-century Van Gogh painting.

Maybe he really drank a little too much today, and before he knew it, he came to his mother's room.

Huo Xiujie stood at the door, stayed for five minutes, and raised his hand to push the door open.

Shredded moonlight streamed through the quaint panes and dappled onto a worn, carved table in the room.

The interior of the house is dimly lit and rustically furnished.

The faint sandalwood fragrance seems to be still full of him, and the hollow carved window is full of elegance of the owner.

On the west wall of the master bedroom, there is a painting of fine brushwork, which is a bit like the style of the Republic of China.

The woman in the painting is wearing a purple cheongsam, which looks noble and elegant, and looking back, it seems to reveal a trace of chic bookishness.