"So now, has Miss Bo finished verifying? Do you think I'm Shengqing? ”

Letting go of his hand, he looked at Bo Jinghan with interest.

But Bo Jinghan ignored the inquiry in his eyes and said indifferently: "I can't be sure." This kind of thing, God knows, you know. Who you are has nothing to do with me, why do you want to become 'Shengqing', is the biggest question in front of you. Excuse me, sir, are you Shengqing? If so, please sue me, why did you pull me on my back and die in front of me, leaving me a suspicion of a murderer, and leaving me a nightmare. Being like this, still a man, is it too unkind? Of course, if you are not Shengqing, you can not answer this question. ”

"I won't answer if it's not. Frankly speaking, we are not looking for you to solve your doubts, but we need Miss Bo to solve our doubts. ”

Sheng Qing glanced at her defiantly, then turned around and let the two of them pass.

Right in front of the door, the position that should be honorable according to the ranking is occupied by beautiful and dangerous fellows.

As soon as he sat down, he pressed Bo Jinghan to the left-hand seat. looked at Sheng Qing, and when he saw him sit down, he nunu mouthed, and rushed the extra cup of tea, which was still steaming: "Withdraw!" ”

The faint three words seem to be meaningless.

But the moment the words settled, it was replaced by the sound of a porcelain piece bursting.

Hot tea is poured on the quaint floor, reflecting a dark color.

The broken blue and white porcelain pieces fell to the ground, and there were still tea leaves hanging on a few pieces.

It's a mess.

And in this scene, Bo Jinghan commented a little bit.

If she guessed correctly, this fourth cup of tea was prepared for Rong Rong. And at this moment, Rong Rong has not returned, and this beautiful boss seems to have expelled her.

Oh no, eviction is a nice way to put it.

To put it bluntly, no matter what her situation is now, whether she can come back or not, in their eyes, the ending is already the same as this broken porcelain cup.

Slightly startled, Bo Jinghan tried his best to use calm and indifferent eye waves and a shallow communicative smile,**.

She skimmed over the broken teacup, as if she didn't understand anything, but someone had broken a cup, and looked up at the two in front of her.

"If you don't say it, don't you say it, don't you let the guest be the host?"

Laughing, laughing, laughing, she smiled hard, calmly turned her eyes and glanced back at the beautiful boss, then lowered her eyes and looked at the arm he was holding tightly, and said softly: "However, the hospitality of your master is a little unacceptable. How can you hold me like this, and let me drink tea? ”

"Sheng, do you see? How sharp this woman's teeth are, how picky her temperament is! It's much more powerful than a few years! ”

With a playful sigh, he really let go of his hand and pointed to the cup in front of her, "Please, Cynthia." ”

"Thank you."

Picking up the teacup, Bo Jinghan elegantly hooked the cup ears and lifted it slightly in the direction of the beautiful boss. Then he lifted the half-hidden lid of the cup, and a faint card color fell into his eyes.

It's not tea, it's milk tea.

Sniffing before bringing it to her nose, she took a sip on the rim of the cup and tasted the milky sweetness of the cup.

Her thoughts unconsciously drifted to the afternoon when she was abroad, and the afternoon tea she was used to and used often was, this is the taste.

And this smell reminded her of something, but before she could catch it, the feeling disappeared.

Putting down the delicate cup, Bo Jinghan licked off a milk stain from the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, and raised his head again: "Say, what do you need me to explain?" ”

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