Chapter 65: It's a pity that he was not a detective

There was a dryness ~ hot behind the ears, the familiar clear breath lingered between the noses, Li Xiaoman's heart shivered, and the calm lake seemed to be blown by the breeze, rippling.
"You... who cares about you?" She pushed Long Sihao away like an electric shock, staring at him angrily.
Long Sihao greeted Li Xiaoman's angered eyes, deep ink eyes squinted, handsome expression on his face was calm, and he continued: "Third, you are even less likely to promise me to drink coffee, so There must be something wrong with the coffee. Fourth, you accidentally left evidence on the coffee cup with salt grains on the rim."
After listening to what Long Sihao said, Li Xiaoman’s beautiful water eyes became a line, suppressing the anger in her heart, she had to admit that he was very clever, the head of analysis was thorough, and careful, keen eyes, he could be caught by him Salt grains were found on the edge of the cup.
It's a pity that he doesn't want to be a detective.
She squinted, her lips moistened with water and pink, "How do you know that the edge of the cup is salt instead of sugar?"
Long Sihao's dark and deep pupils were filled with a smile, and her thin lips curled up, "Can sugar be salty?"
Li Xiaoman glanced at him with some discouragement. He was not only sharp-eyed, but also had extremely sensitive ears. He must have heard that what Mr. Ye said that Xian was dead before guessing it was salt.
Her delicate eyebrows, as thin as a willow, were slightly wrinkled, the clear and bright water eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a trace of dissatisfaction on the face of the beautiful melon seeds, but she was soon covered by her.
She calmed herself down and asked calmly, "What do you want me to do with the president? If it's okay, I will go to work."
Seeing her asking, Long Sihao Yingting's sword frown frowned, glancing at her indifferently, stood up, her big white hands clasped her slender wrists, and then pulled her overbearingly into the lounge.
Upon seeing it, Li Xiaoman's eyebrows twisted up, his long eyelashes twitched slightly, and he asked a little nervously, "You... what are you going to do?"
There was a trace of nervousness in her delicate voice, and the indifferent and cold expression of Long Sihao Junmei's face was a little soft, and a smile was inscribed in the ink-like pupils, and a trace of joking in the deep eyes, Bomei's lips rose slightly.
As soon as he entered the lounge, he closed the door of the lounge, his long arm caught Li Xiaoman's slim waist, and turned gracefully, using the advantages of his body, pressed her against the door and fixed it in his arms. between.
Upon seeing this, Li Xiaoman was shocked and couldn't understand where he was singing?
Long Sihao leaned down and looked at her with her gaze, her thin and beautiful cherry lips were only a few steps away from her lips, her sturdy chest was close to her, and the burning temperature passed into her. In his body, with his regular breathing, his masculine, clear breath like an invisible general covering her entire body, as if to escape.
The atmosphere was too ambiguous, Li Xiaoman stiffened, his back pressed against the door tightly, his breath slightly tight, a pair of clear and bright water eyes with a puzzled look at Long Sihao, "What are you going to do? "
Long Sihao's thin and beautiful cherry lips squeezed tightly, and he didn't speak, but the deep ink eyes stared at her all the time.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Li Xiaoman pursed his lips slightly, his heart beating like a drum, and no longer spoke.
The lounge was very quiet, the two people's somewhat disorganized breathing sounds were unusually loud, and they also unusually inspired their senses and moved their hearts.
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