Dear Mr. Shi

Since I ordered coffee, that means he was going to have a good talk with her, which was exactly what she wanted.

Song Qinghuan made two cups of coffee as fast as he could and brought them.

One cup was placed in front of Shi Yuhan, and the other cup was placed opposite him.

Shi Yuhan looked down at the coffee, and then made a "please" gesture, motioning Song Qinghuan to sit down opposite.

Suddenly such a gentleman shocked Song Qinghuan. He wouldn't be a ghost anymore, why did he suddenly change his normal?

It seemed to be fine after careful observation, but Song Qinghuan always felt something was wrong, but what was wrong, forgive the man in front of him for being too advanced, she really couldn't explore anything with her little naked eyes.

Shi Yuhan gently pushed the "small silver square" he was playing in front of Song Qinghuan, "This is the villa you live in. The security system has the highest authority!"

Song Qinghuan looked at him calmly, picked up the coffee cup and sipped gently.

She raised her eyebrows and asked the doubts in her heart: "I live? You mean you can't live here?"

"I live in the back building." Shi Yuhan blinked his eyes, his thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and then he unfolded his indifferent and elegant aura in a timely manner.

A slightly surprised smile appeared in Song Qinghuan's eyes, put down the coffee cup, looked at him in disbelief, and said, "Really? I live alone?"

Shi Yuhan looked at her with a smile, and the corners of his cold mouth twitched lightly: "Aunt He will come to clean three times a week."

All the displeasure disappeared instantly, Song Qinghuan suddenly smiled and nodded: "I see!"

"The back building, you are not allowed to approach without my permission." Shi Yuhan said again, his handsome face without a trace of warmth.

So ice!

"Who is rare!!" Song Qinghuan curled his lips, then raised the coffee cup in front of him and took another sip.

Shi Yuhan looked at him steadily, and suddenly a strange light slipped through his eyes.

He fiddled with his hair casually, a few bangs drooped from his fingers, and lightly tapped on his smooth forehead. The original cold temperament suddenly became evil and enchanting.

"Blowing love." He suddenly said two words.

Song Qinghuan didn't hear clearly: "Huh? What?"

Shi Yuhan's eyes were stained with evil spirits, "Blowing love, the name of coffee, a very precious thing."

Blowing love? Urge|love? So what...she is drinking coffee with aphrodisiac? ! ! Song Qinghuan's eyes widened in horror, looked at the coffee in front of him, and then at Shi Yuhan.

Her surprised expression seemed to please him to some extent, and Shi Yuhan smiled silently.

Song Qinghuan's eyes widened roundly, "You, that blowing love, there will be no arousal|love|medicine..."