I want to be coquettish in your arms

Chapter 67 The Somewhat Warm Mr. Huo 2
Bringing Yu Qinzheng outside Huo Yu's office, Chen Wei still opened the door for Yu Qinzheng and retreated.

"Sit." When Yu Qinzheng came in, Huo Yu pointed to the coffee table beside him, then walked over first, sat down, pressed the water button and asked Yu Qinzheng what kind of tea he liked.

"I can do it." The last time Yu Qinzheng came to Hongyi, she had never been in Huo Yu's office. Moreover, she didn't know much about Huo Yu. Seeing such a set of tea sets in his huge office, it was still A little surprised.

Then look at Huo Ying's skillful way of boiling water, scalding the cup, waking up the tea, and brewing. The movements are as smooth as flowing water, coupled with his slender and white fingers. Even if you haven't tasted it, just looking at such a picture is still pleasing of.

There is a word that can be used to describe it, it is called beautiful and delicious.

Yu Qinzheng swore that, just because of Huo Yu's beauty, even if the tea he brewed was bad, she would willingly drink two more cups.

However, Huo Ying can have such smooth tea making movements, his tea skills are obvious.

Yu Qinzheng held a cup of black tea with faint smoke and sniffed it lightly in his nostrils. The fragrance of the black tea wafted into his nostrils.

"Mr. Huo is truly omnipotent." Yu Qinzheng boasted sincerely.

"Looking at Mr. Yu like this, he seems to know something about tea." Huo Yu said very firmly, "Mr. Yu also likes tea?"

"That's not true. I can't say whether I like tea or not." Yu Qinzheng shook his head and said truthfully, "But my father likes tea very much. He is very particular about tea. When he was still alive, as long as he ate at home, Every time after dinner, he would hand me and my brother to his tea table, and then make tea for me and my brother.”

After finishing speaking, Yu Qinzheng couldn't help laughing, "However, at that time, my brother and I didn't know how good tea was. I liked to drink fruit juice, and my brother liked to drink soft drinks. My dad said that tea Giving us water like cows is a waste."

Listening to Yu Qinzheng's words, Huo Yu didn't interrupt, and seemed to be listening very seriously. After Yu Qinzheng finished speaking, he didn't feel that the topic was boring, "Mr. Yu's father is an elegant man."

"I agree with this point. Tea is my father's only hobby and pursuit." Yu Qinzheng smiled brightly, "When I saw Mr. Huo making tea just now, I felt that Mr. Huo had the illusion of seeing an artist. The elegance of a literati, so I am not surprised to see that Mr. Huo also likes tea."

He is like a cold and lonely artist, admirable but unapproachable.

For Yu Qinzheng's praise, Huo Yu just slightly hooked the corners of his lips, as if he was smiling, and it seemed that it was just an expression he could give in order not to be rude, but in fact there was no emotion in it, follow, he just Bring tea to Yu Qinzheng.

"By the way, I'm chattering again! As soon as I started talking to you, I forgot that I was here to deliver something to you!" Yu Qinzheng patted his head angrily, thinking to himself, when he meets someone who talks less Huo Ying, she will subconsciously keep talking, so as not to face possible cold situations, but, when she speaks, she can't stop talking.

Yu Qinzheng took out the two small bottles of lavender essential oils in her bag and handed them to Huo Ying. She didn't have any essential oils to pack, so the essential oils were packed in a dark brown glass bottle. I realized that such a packaging is a bit shabby for gift giving.

(End of this chapter)