Chapter 54: Don't smell the old man crying (24)

Now, she is self-loving, naturally not afraid of Shi Che's gloomy face. She raised her coquettish smile and slowly pressed it towards Shi Che. She put one hand on Shi Che's shoulder, leaning forward, red. His lips seemed to touch Shi Che’s cheeks, his breath was blue, his voice was as soft as water, and he opened his mouth word by word, "Shizong, what's wrong? Are you unhappy? Do you want to be gentle and gentle? Make you happy?"
Her surname is Zheng, her name is Rourou, and her first name is Rourou. People are naturally more flexible. Her figure is like a water snake.
Shi Che felt the woman's delicate fragrance lingering all over his body, and the top perfume smell, secretly thought, confusing.
But Shi Che's face became colder and darker, and the dark light in his black eyes was surging, and his coldness was pressing. He turned his face casually, his voice was faint, and he could not hear any emotions, "Take your hands away and sit still. "
Zheng Rourou thought that Shi Che was just pretentious, and she leaned forward more reluctantly, her voice sweet and charming, "Shi Che, don't be so serious~ hate~"
Shi Che twitched his lips and pulled out a lukewarm smile. He raised his eyes lazily and looked at the beautiful face close at hand, his thin lips lightly opened, and he said every word, "Or, take your hand. Open, sit down, or, get out of me immediately."
Shi Che's voice was not loud, and his tone of voice was light, but such a sentence was full of shocking power. Zheng Rourou's smiling face stiffened, and her hand suddenly retracted, and she never dared to say a word more than necessary. if.
Shi Che casually brushed the place where Zheng Rourou had touched his shoulder, and sat blankly.
Zheng Rourou sat back to her original position, biting her lower lip quite aggrievedly, looking at Shi Che with big eyes weeping, with a pitiful look, but Shi Che didn't even glance at her corner.
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Ling Chuxia and Ji Xinxin returned to the second floor. Looking at Ji Xinxin's unhappy expression, Ling Chuxia had to find a café on the second floor at will, pulled Ji Xinxin in and sat down.
The waiter stepped forward, handed them the menu card, and said with a smile: "What do you want to order?"
Ling Chuxia took the menu card, did not read it, and directly handed it to Ji Xinxin, and said softly: "Xinxin, what would you like to drink?"
Ji Xinxin didn't even look at the menu card, but stared at her coldly, her tone not concealing her anger, "Ling Chuxia, you can still eat something now? You don't feel too panic!"
Ling Chuxia knew that now Ji Xinxin's anger was burning in her heart, and she couldn't go down for a while. She didn't even consult Ji Xinxin's opinion at all. She glanced at the menu herself and helped her according to Ji Xinxin's taste. I ordered a drink, and then ordered myself a glass of warm water.
She handed the menu back to the waiter. The waiter nodded and turned to leave. She turned her head and looked at Ji Xinxin's undisguised anger on her beautiful face. She curled her lips slightly and said with a smile: "Xinxin, Don't get angry, stop the fire, you won't be pretty when angry."