Chapter 2014: 2063 Time stranded and stranded time 7
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Passionate Devotion
- An Ying
- 700 characters
- 2021-03-03 11:13:31
Chapter 2063 Time stranded and stranded time 7
Lonely Shan handed her a look of "who is your brother?" and called the Chief of Staff He, wanting to taste the western food cooked by the state banquet chef of the Presidential Palace. After it was prepared, he delivered it to her. After the phone call, he gave her the mobile phone as a reward .
An hour later, the western food was delivered on time.
It’s getting dark, and two candlesticks are placed on the dining table in the living room. The moment the candle is lit, it illuminates a small bunch of gypsophila on the table. This is Nan Shengqing’s mother’s favorite flower, but it’s not suitable. Become her favorite.
Nan Shengqing held his breath, the faint fragrance of flowers wafted in the air, and he felt particularly comfortable while breathing.
"Oba, is this a candlelight dinner?"
"Otherwise, why do you think I light candles? Two people eat western food, so that they will have a passion and appetite."
Lonely glanced at her, her handsome face was covered with a layer of gauze in the candlelight, and ambiguous. Under the dim candlelight, soothing and soft music sounded, and the atmosphere was created to be extremely romantic, not exaggerated, but carefully arranged, fully showing the protagonist’s pursuit of detail and perfection...
Nan Shengqing felt that her heart was aroused in awe, and the man in front of her exuded irresistible male hormones, so she couldn't move her eyes away, she was teased by him, she forced her to stagger her eyes.
Hold it! Must hold it! Otherwise, he will be teased to death!
When he makes fun of people, he can make fun of others!
But the man in front of him is comparable to a pair of active love potions, and his gestures are extremely expensive.
Nan Shengqing hurriedly picked up the goblet and took a sip of the wine. For fear that she would be confused again, she could not help but rush forward. Her cheeks were slightly red and hot. It was the first time she had a candlelight dinner with someone when she grew up. Unexpectedly, it was so romantic.
Watching TV dramas on weekdays, she will also see some candlelight dinner plots. At that time, she also imagined that a super handsome guy would take up the entire western restaurant, invited the band to accompany her, and invited her to have candlelight dinner. But the fantasy is fantasy after all. She had never thought that one day her dream would come true. Although she was not in a western restaurant, although she was not a private restaurant, she ate western food from the Presidential Palace. All the real scenes need not be inferior to my imagination.
Beauty is just one word!
It's so romantic, and her heart is so romantic!
This male vixen who can slap his sister, is this the first time to play such a romantic trick to invite a girl to a candlelight dinner?
Looking at her look, Lonely Shan suddenly smiled with interest and grace. Such a smile made his enchanting face, adding a bit of thrilling ambiguity.
Especially his voice, suppressed a little low, magnetic and pleasant, which made her feel alluring.
"Although I don't know how your little girl broke into my world, but I am honored that you and I met in this way. Come on, let's make a toast."
For this sentence, it must be done.
Nan Shengqing raised the goblet with both hands: "Mr. Lonely, I also have something to say. Thank you for being in my world, helping me, taking me in, and bringing me so much luck, even though you tear up my lottery ticket. It’s really hateful. Although you are too stingy for not letting me play on your computer, you are my lucky star in general, cheers."
Lonely Shan glanced at her and raised her eyebrows: "How do you say it? Don't forget to complain when you raise your glass."
"Hey, cheers."
Nan Shengqing took the initiative to clink glasses with him, then took a sip, and the wine was full of fragrance. She couldn't help taking another sip, and then started, just picked up the knife and fork and put it down again, habitually saying: "Wait, wait. I take a picture."
(End of this chapter)