His Burning Thirst for Her

Ning Huan was shocked by his words and choked. He coughed a few times and his face turned red.

Shen Shiyuan rarely got up and handed her a glass of warm water. She took a small thank-you and took two drinks. After she recovered, she looked at him in a hurry: "San Shao, I know what happened that day was wrong with me. You can teach me anything, but getting married --"

"anything?"

He caught the key is very strange, Ning Huan just casually said, he was so twisted out to ask, she did not know how to answer.

Shen Shiyuan didn't seem to listen to her answer. He quickly added: "since anything is OK, why not get married?"

Ning Huan didn't expect to accidentally put himself around, clearly feel what's wrong, but he said so, it seems that there's nothing wrong.

But she is really anxious. The matter of marriage is very important. No matter what Shen Shiyuan thinks, it is impossible. Ning family alone will not let her marry Shen Shiyuan, let alone have a Shen Dongcheng staring at her.

She has a good sense of self-knowledge. She's already a joke after dinner. It doesn't matter if she adds anything, but the Shen family can't provoke her, and Ning Chong can't feel that she's really caught up with Shen Shiyuan. Otherwise, she really doesn't know how to die.

"Take you back."

He broke off the topic by force and got up after throwing such a sentence.

Ning Huan looked at him with a complicated look. She was a bit subdued and a little afraid, but she didn't dare to question him, so she had to follow him out of the box.

Shen Shiyuan closed her eyes as soon as she got on the bus. She wanted to find an opportunity to discuss with him, but she had no choice but to give up temporarily.

Qizhu Pavilion is not far from bicui garden. It will be there in about 15 minutes.

Ning Huan looked at Shen Shiyuan and politely said, "thank you for inviting me to lunch, sanshao."

He looked at her and hummed, "Oh."

Seeing that he didn't mean anything else, Ning Huan quickly opened the door and got out of the car.

She had just stepped up the stairs, but before she entered the corridor, there was a sudden sound of "bang" behind her.

Ning Huan heart a shake, feel not good, looking back, the man is smiling at her: "I said, verbal thanks and apology I don't like."

He said, has entered the corridor, standing in the glass door, looking back at her: "why, please me to have a cup of tea?"

Ning Huan, of course, is not reluctant to invite him to a cup of tea. She really doesn't want to provoke this ancestor.

But her ancestors had to provoke her. What could she do.

She pursed her lips and opened the door with a card brush, responding to what he said just now: "San Shao is serious, but I only have coarse tea at home. I'm afraid you're not used to it."

"I haven't drunk it. How can I know if I'm used to it?"

He looked down at her with some meaning in his eyes. Ning Huan couldn't carry it, so he quickly took back his sight and walked in.

The elevator soon came down. At this time, there was no one. It was less than two square meters. Ning Huan felt a little out of breath.

Ding, the elevator door opens.

Ning Huan looked up at Shen Shiyuan: "three little, I think of the community downstairs opened a very good teahouse, I take you to try, OK?"

He looked at her carelessly, his black eyes seemed to see through her.

Shen Shiyuan spoke directly, clean and tough: "not good."