Perfect Match

Girl A: "Does Shura field?"

Girl B: "Looking like."

Girl C: "They are all handsome, who is green?"

"What Shura field ?!" Cheng Xiu heard a headache, stretched out his hand and pointed at Zheng Feiyan, "who was wearing a suit, did you see that, the family opened a hotel chain, and we were wearing a boss with us ... then, normal business Negotiate! "

The girls are doubtful.

Regardless of whether they believe it or not, Cheng Xiu took all the effort to put the brain into the room.

Before meeting, Fei Zheng was hostile to Dai Xiao, and now he saw Lily of the Valley adhering to Dai Xiao for comfort, and his jealousy almost erupted.

He squeezed his fists with his hands, blue veins on the back of his hands, and every breath was sharp. Dai Xiao is not vegetarian. He was born without knowing how to write the word "孬". He stretched his legs steadily and tightened his muscles.

The pheromones of the two Alpha fathers were violently violent, and they started an invisible assassination in the courtyard. Suddenly, Suzuran whispered, crying loudly, and the volume was higher than before.

Zheng Feiyu: "..."

Dai Xiao: "..."

Zheng Feiyu was distressed by the child, and was filled with anger, and quickly received offensive pheromones. Dai Xiao did not take advantage of the dangers, and then gave up the confrontation.

The tiger and wolf raised their claws, and the little lamb was out of danger, and finally wept a little bit weaker.

He An survived the dizziness, released his hand on the chest, held the bench slowly to get up, took a step forward, and crossed the protection line of Dai Xiao.

"He An?"

Afraid of his injury, Dai Xiao immediately reached out to help him, and pressed him back gently: "It's all right, I'm fine."

He took another step forward and looked up at Zheng Feiyu. Faced with this dangerous and unknown visitor, his tone was extraordinarily calm: "Mr. Zheng, you said you wanted to talk about it, didn't you? Okay, let me talk to you."

Doesn't he know Zheng Feiyu yet?

Can't escape.

Master Zheng, noble and noble, set a extravagant one-day holiday to visit in person, no matter what the purpose, he would not give up. Qingguo Inn has more than a dozen guests, and his beloved children and friends. Everyone has the right not to be disturbed and to continue their quiet town life.

The trouble he incurred, he had to solve it by himself.

Zheng Feiyu frowned, and asked with uncertainty: "What did you just call me?"

Mr. Zheng?

When you called me in the past, you clearly didn't even want to bring your last name.

He An didn't answer, he just said, "Follow me."

He stepped step by step towards the inn's door without squinting. As soon as he passed by, Zheng Feiyu once again captured the faint lily of the valley.

It's too light, like the last spark of flames on a bare core.

The bottomed candle oil is difficult to sustain, even if you want to kiss it with deep love, a gust of wind exhaled between your lips and teeth is enough to destroy it.

Chapter 39

"Hot cocoa you ordered, please use it slowly."

A milk tea shop on the street, a clerk girl wearing a red apron brought a mug and set it in front of Zheng Feiyu. The cup was hot and sultry, and the waves rippled round and round, giving off a strong sweet fragrance.

Zheng Feiyu pushed it forward: "Beware of hot."

He looked at He An, counting on him to like it as before. He An just sat quietly opposite, without reaching for his hand.

Zheng Fei's face was a little embarrassed: "Don't you like it?"

He An neither nodded nor shook his head. After a moment of silence, Wu asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Talk ... us."