Hei Di's Seven Days of Love

In fact, Jin Yu was still in the fog and didn't know what was going on, why did everyone leave him to her to serve?

However, her childhood education made her ask politely, "Prince, what would you like to drink?"

"Coffee." Bo Qing casually raised her head and replied.

"No."

Frowning frowningly, with a cool smile followed by a bit of sarcasm: "...Then what do you have at home?" [

arrogant.

So arrogant.

Jin Yu didn't like it anymore.

She pursed her lips secretly, and clarified her eyes frankly: "I'm allergic to coffee, so I never keep coffee at home."

"Hmm." Boqing was taken aback for a moment, so it was like this, just now he thought she was playing some petty temper.

Immediately, he looked at her, and spoke in a reasonable manner, with a faint voice, which was somewhat deep.

"Then whatever."

Jin Yu finally brought two cups of pure milk and handed them to him.

He looked at Chun Nai, frowned, showing all his disgust.

However, Jin Yu still stared at the TV screen from beginning to end, rewound the CD, and continued to enjoy it.

Boqing sat aside, smoking a cigarette, after the smoke was cloudy, his eyes were shining brightly, and he swore to himself that he would throw Fang Yiran away when he returned.

Jin Yu doesn't like people smoking, but she couldn't stop the nobleman who came, so she immediately stepped forward, turned off the TV, took out the CD, and planned to go upstairs and watch it indoors.

Boqing put down the cup, took out a tissue, wiped the corners of her mouth slowly, and watched her movements.

The moment she reached the stairs, he finally stood up, with a calm expression, and spoke restrainedly and calmly.

"Wait a minute, Miss Jin."

Jin Yu stood on the second step of the stairs, turned her head, just in time for the sun to hit her side face, youthful and pure.

Her slender eyebrows were slightly drawn, her eyelashes flickered, and she was extremely beautiful without makeup.

Pure and seductive.

Blended together perfectly. [

A scene of extreme tranquility and indifference.

At that moment, it was as if I heard the throbbing in my heart.