Interstellar Love Story: Young Girl Spirit Hunter

Wearing a luxury watch that she is not familiar with, she has a low-key luxury luster under the warm candle light.

Don't ask her how she knows it's an expensive watch. Anyway, she can see it's very expensive at a glance. Call her name. After all, the original owner doesn't have the impression of these luxury brands in his memory, but she can identify some.

However, these are not important!

The important thing is that there is only one person!

The important thing is candlelight!

Ah, candlelight dinner or something, is it appropriate for a stranger who must meet and negotiate for the first time because of some shady things?

Ah, bah!

These are not important!

The important thing is, why does the man in front of you look so familiar!

The handsome facial features that people can't move at a glance, the eyes that you feel pregnant at a glance, and the deep tiger eyes——

Cloud, drunk, Yan!

Hua Canling almost cried out. Finally, these three words jumped several times in his throat, finally slipped down, took a deep breath, calmly stepped away and walked towards each other.

This is not the interstellar empire, so even if it looks like Yun Zuiyan, it is definitely not Yun Zuiyan.

She once saved and recognized her son.

Cough, cough.

When she said the word "dry son", she somehow showed some guilt.

Hey, I don't know how he ended up.

She ignored a lot of people for Xingyu.

But she was willing.

Besides, now is not a good time to remember the past.

The other party stood up very gentlemanly when she took a step, and very considerately helped her open the chair and asked her to sit down.

The waitress who led the way gently helped them close the door of the wing room.

"What do you like to eat? The food here tastes good."

With an intoxicating smile, the man passed the menu book decorated like an album through a large handful of red roses on the table and asked her. His attitude was like eating with a beloved woman.

Meticulous, appropriate and caring.

Hua Canling took the dish without expression, put it down, conveniently picked up the glass with boiled water on the table, took a shallow sip, determined to be a little flustered, with sharp eyes, looked directly at the smiling familiar man sitting opposite her, and said straight to the point: "tell me, who are you? Ask me out and how do you want to talk?"

Listening to her tone, she asked questions without half ups and downs. The other party's smile was slightly restrained. A trace of darkness flashed in the tiger's eyes, and suddenly burst into a charming smile, like a naughty tunnel: "Miss Gu, you are really noble and forgetful. Don't you remember me?"

When Hua Canling heard this, his mind was forced. Is he really yunzuiyan?!

"You..."

Her voice was suspicious, and she seemed very shocked.

But when she asked a rhetorical question, the other party had already handed her his hand and solemnly introduced himself: "Hello, Miss Gu, please forgive my boldness. My name is Yan Han."

"Remember?"

severe cold?

Remember what?

Hua Canling almost didn't jump up and directly asked, "what's the relationship between you and Yan Hao?"

Ignoring the slender hand he handed to her, he looked like an enemy and didn't intend to shake hands with each other.

Hearing the name, she was both happy and surprised.

As like as two peas, the man who looks exactly like the cloud is not him. Surprisingly, his surname is Yan?