Chief, Love for you is wrong

Qin Jing was pulled into the Sao Bao Ferrari by Shan Yudong and sped by. Qin Jing in the co driver's seat was a little stunned at Shan Yudong's rare serious expression.

"Peach blossom eye, where are you taking me?"

He didn't answer. He kept looking straight at the traffic ahead. The sports car turned the steering wheel several times, took several turns and walked a distance.

Finally, he stopped at a place where the sign flashed "rotation".

Shan Yudong walked in very familiar and waved to Qin Jing behind him, "honey, come in!"

Straight through a long corridor, there is a feeling of winding paths and seclusion. Inside is a suddenly open bar, not a black tone or a white style.

Here, the Buddha enters a world of colors. Even using colorful colors can not describe the design in front of him.

The vigor and vitality that rushed to his face was like the ruffian smile at the corner of Shan Yudong's mouth.

Shan Yudong said hello to the people at the bar, then pushed open a revolving door, went up the pavilion, passed a staircase and stopped in a quiet environment.

Compared with the colorful environment just now, it is particularly quiet, with scattered location arrangement and other tree design.

"List, you're here!"

As soon as Shan Yudong stepped here, the man standing at the bar waved to Shan Yudong in surprise, with an inexplicable light in his eyes.

When he found that he had disturbed the surrounding customers, he raised his right hand next to his forehead and looked at the customers looking at them with sorry eyes and actions.

Shan Yudong smiled at the boy, naturally walked into the bar and whispered in the boy's ear. The boy's light brown eyes turned his inexplicable emotion and stared at Qin Jing thoughtfully.

She smiled innocently at the boy, hooked her feet and sat on the high stool. She put one hand on the bar and held her chin in her palm. She looked around here. The music was very soft and the environment was very comfortable.

It seems to be the same area, separating two different styles.

After sweeping around, he drew back his sight and put it on Shan Yudong.

He skillfully hooked a goblet placed upside down on the cup holder. The boy handed Shan Yudong the stainless steel pot that was placed next to it, in Qin Jing's words, when the street stall sold pearl milk tea.

But Shan Yudong only frowned and waved down the stainless steel pot the boy handed him.

He took a glass, added some ice water into it, put some ice cubes in it, and then poured out the ice water.

This action, flowing clouds and flowing water.

Qin Jing was a little stunned. She had only seen these wine mixing actions on TV. She didn't expect that there was a person around her who played so badly.

Well, she shook her head. She didn't know what was powerful. It should be that he was very skilled, as if he had done it many times. Everything was so natural.

"What is he doing?" Qin Jing turned and asked the boy standing next to Shan Yudong.

The boy should belong between youth and youth. On his face, the traces of years are very vague.

The hair is soft chestnut, the pupil is light amber, and the lip color is very light. The light of the bar hit the boy's face. His long eyelashes were stained with a halo, and his face seemed to be sprinkled with a layer of fluffy light,.

Smile, very beautiful.

The whole person gives people a very comfortable and soft feeling.