Dear Mr. Shi

Li Qianze hesitated for a while, but still made no sound.

Song Qinghuan's face was completely darkened, and her eyes suddenly became sharp and compelling: "Li Qianze, if you don't say it doesn't mean I don't know which room he is in, but if you remember, you will not know me if you see me in the future. Don't talk to me again, friends."

"VIP at the top floor," Li Qianze frowned and blurted out.

Song Qinghuan stood up immediately, and left without stopping for a moment.

Li Qianze turned his head to look at Song Qinghuan's back, his eyes darkened slightly, and then he sighed.

When he retracted his gaze and moved forward, he was surprised to find that Song Qinghuan was sitting silently in the place where he had just sat.

It's Mei Jun.

Li Qianze was slightly startled and stared at her: "When did you come? Why didn't you show up just now?"

Jun Mei carefully glanced at the direction Song Qinghuan had left, and then dared to say: "I have been here for a while, and seeing Huanhuan questioning you, how could I dare to appear!"

At this moment, the waiter delivered the breakfast that Song Qinghuan had just ordered. Li Qianze dragged the breakfast from Mei Jun: "Unrighteous guy!"

Mei Jun slapped his hand and grabbed the breakfast in front of him again, then kicked him under the table with his foot, and then mysteriously said: "Li Qianze, I found your secret!"

Li Qianze narrowed his eyes coldly and remained silent, motioning for Jun Mei to continue.

Mei Jun looked wisely, smiled and asked, but said affirmatively: "You like Huanhuan!"

Li Qianze's expression changed immediately, and he denied it without thinking: "Nonsense."

"That's when I didn't say anything." Mei Jun smiled deeply and concentrated on breakfast.

Li Qianze leaned on the back of the chair, his eyebrows furrowed, the light and shadow of his eyes floating, weird and depressing.

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Song Qinghuan took the elevator to Vip on the top floor, and along the way, his chest was like a boulder, and he was so angry that he couldn't get free.

She came to the door and rang the doorbell for a while, but no one opened the door.

Song Qinghuan’s suppressed anger exploded in an instant, without reason, kicking and kicking with his hands and feet on the sturdy door, and shouting angrily: "When you stay away from the cold, you open the door for me!"

With a "click", the door was finally opened.

When I was warm in the cold, I was wearing a bathrobe and my hair was drenched. He looked at Song Qinghuan with a pair of eyes as deep as Mo, as cold as ever, and his voice did not have any warmth: "Something?"

Song Qinghuan straightened his back and wanted to keep out the cold when he wanted to teach loudly, but at the moment when he collided with his eyes, his mood was inexplicably subtle, and the opening remark he had planned was also crushed in an instant.

Shi Yuhan turned around slowly and moved away to let Song Qinghuan come in and say.

Song Qinghuan also felt that he was at the door, saying that these were not good, so he stepped in.

With a "bang", the door closed again, and Song Qinghuan was pressed behind the door by Shi Yuhan.

Song Qinghuan's eyes darkened, and the angry flame struck again. She raised her palm, and she couldn't even think about it, so she patted Shi Yuhan's face.

Shi Yuhan Lightning shot, grabbed the hand that was only a few centimeters away from his handsome face, and then quickly pulled it down and clasped it behind her.

"What do you want to do, let me go!" When Song Qinghuan asked angrily, he raised his leg and kicked him at the same time, but he was accurately blocked by Shi Yuhan.