The devil slapped Qin Ye on the head, "I just got out of the hospital, and you let me fight with others, are you looking forward to my early death so that I can inherit my inheritance, and my ant forest?" ”

Qin Ye's eyes lit up, "You still have an inheritance?" ”

The devil has so many people under his hands, she still thinks that his money is already running out.

"You ......"

Seeing that the young man's focus was not at the same point as him at all, the devil didn't know whether to be angry or laugh, and in an instant, he shook his head helplessly, "I won't give it to you." ”

"If you don't give, you won't give, as if someone is rare."

Muttering, Qin Ye turned around and entered the kitchen.

"Don't look at it, I haven't bought anything back."

The devil followed, "The fox and the sixth have been out for a while, and it will be back in a while, you hurry up, go and make a cup of tea for your brother, I forgot where to put the tea." ”

"Oh."

Qin Ye put his rolled up sleeves back and walked out of the kitchen.

Sitting in front of the sofa and watching quietly, Jun Moting suddenly regretted coming over a little.

A week of estrangement was resolved in the morning in that erroneous episode, and when he thought of the busy sky and darkness of the previous year, he didn't know if he could have such a leisurely weekend to stay with Ah Ye, so he followed.

What's more, I would have to thank you solemnly.

But looking at the scene in front of him, looking at the indescribable closeness between the devil and Qin Ye's every word and every move, Jun Moting felt that his heart was very uncomfortable.

He should have shown up sooner!

Feeling annoyed that he appeared too late, Jun Moting's mood was interrupted by the cry of the devil before he could get up.

"Stinky boy, who allowed you to touch my coffee machine?"

The devil glared and walked to the kitchen.

Only then did Jun Moting realize that the tip of his nose was full of the mellow aroma of coffee beans.

Qin Ye said with a natural expression: "My brother rarely drinks tea, he likes to drink coffee. ”

Hearing Qin Ye's words at the tip of his ears, all the depression in his heart seemed to be smoothed by that sentence, Jun Moting exhaled a low breath, and leaned comfortably on the sofa.

"Brother......

The voice of the young man sounded in front of him, Jun Moting raised his head, and put the coffee in his hand right in front of Qin Ye.

Coffee cups and saucers painted with gold in white porcelain, small golden spoons.

Black coffee with a bitter aroma.

Perfect！

Jun Moting smiled in his eyes, reached out and rubbed Qin Ye's head.

The devil's face instantly darkened.

Can anyone tell him who put Jun Moting in just now?

He can use his inheritance...... Bah, property, can he use his possessions to buy a robot cat and make time go back a few minutes and get rid of this obnoxious guy in front of him?

The mood was not smooth, and the devil felt some pain in his chest.

But before he could think about whether Xizi's heart would become a little weird for him to deduce, a warm cup was stuffed in his hand.

"Oh, your favorite French tea."

Qin Ye raised his chin, turned around and went into the kitchen again.

Looking at the starry blue aristocratic bone china cup in his hand, the devil smiled proudly, and flew a smug little look at Jun Moting.

Jun Moting felt that today's black coffee seemed to be a little bitter.

Ah Ye's brewing technique is definitely no problem.

That's the problem with coffee.

Yes, definitely!

"Ah Ye, add some sugar!"

Jun Moting shouted loudly.

Qin Ye took out the sugar packet with a suspicious gaze, "Brother, are you sure?" ”