His Burning Thirst for Her

Ning Huan the whole person is stunned, Zheng Zheng ground looking at the man in front of a word all can't say.

She didn't know what was wrong with her sour heart. She felt numb all of a sudden. When she recovered, her heart beat "porphyrin". For the first time, she was at a loss: "I --"

She blinked her eyes. Ning Huan only felt that her cheek was hot. The next second, the man's finger fell on her face and wiped away her tears.

"I didn't cry!"

Aware of his tears, Ning Huan's first thing is to clarify.

She really didn't want to cry, but the tears came down, and it was a bit embarrassing.

Shen Shiyuan raised his eyebrows and gave her a meaningful look: "well, you didn't cry. Your eyes are in the sand."

Ning Huan heard his words, only felt his face had never been hot.

No matter how calm she was, she would be embarrassed to encounter such a thing.

Fortunately, Shen San Shao didn't lift the cat's beard, and Ning Huan's cat got peace for the time being.

"What do you want to do to Ning Zhiqing?"

His topic turned too fast, Ning Huan suddenly did not respond, staring at him, mouth moved, just squeezed a few words: "tooth for tooth."

"Oh."

He sneered, "keep it first, not yet."

She did not understand: "what is not the time, she now - three less, where are you going?"

Without waiting for her to finish, Shen Shiyuan suddenly took her away.

"Eat."

He did not cold not light ground should a, not a few steps, pull rather Huan to the side of the black car parking.

Just as they got to the car, the driver came to help pull the door open.

"I -"

she wanted to refuse, but Shen Shiyuan's face suddenly sank, "don't you want to eat?"

The face became faster than the day. Ning Huan pursed his lower lip and lowered himself into the car.

Shen Shiyuan closed his eyes as soon as he got on the car. Ning Huan looked at him. The man's facial features were deep and delicate. She thought that every time he teased herself, the thin lips like cicada wings could stop at the top of her lips less than two millimeters.

Thinking of these, Ning Huan thought of the touch he had just wiped his tears, and his face burned again.

She couldn't figure out Shen Shiyuan. They were at each other's throats just now. When they woke up, Ning Huan was afraid. But he didn't mention anything. Instead, he softened down, just like coaxing a child.

This illusion makes Ning Huan scared. She presses her own thoughts and doesn't let herself think any more.

The car stopped in front of Qizhu Pavilion. Shen Shiyuan opened his eyes and got out of the car.

Ning Huan had no choice but to follow him out of the car, and two people went in one after another.

As soon as I got in, someone led two people to the box.

Qizhuge is a famous seafood eating place in city a, but his hospitality conditions are also very strict, but Shen sanshao, who is in front of him, is a VIP here.

The guide seemed surprised to see her, but the other side was well-trained and would soon recover, smiling and leading the way.

Shen Shiyuan walked in front with one hand in his pocket and his long legs walking leisurely, but he didn't walk at all slowly.

Ning Huan likes to eat seafood, but her body can't stand it, so she is very restrained.

Shen Shiyuan didn't seem to like to talk when he was eating. There were only two of them in the box. It was only the sound of tableware.

It's not easy to see Shen Shiyuan put down his chopsticks. Ning Huan quickly loosened the spoon in his hand.

He picked up his napkin and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth, and looked at her with his eyes hooked: "is Ning Chong at home today?"

Ning Huan didn't know, so: "I don't know. He should be in the office."

He leaned back, his hand on the table curled up his index finger, and on the table he buckled: "Oh, it seems that the marriage proposal will be several hours late."