Green Tea Villainess (MTL)

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Qin Ai very much drank Wang Zi to the left face, but in the eyes of outsiders, the style of the bossy cold noodles president drinking Wang Zi milk was really weird. Fortunately, only the left and Qin Ai were in the box.

After drinking the second box of Wangzi on the left, I repeated my first question again.

"Is her figure good?"

Qin Ai looked lazy and smiled, "Not as good as you, I just thought how beautiful it would be if you wore a cheongsam."

"Then I will show it to you next time." The hand on the left subconsciously touched his bag, but thought of drinking too much and would like to use the toilet, so he silently withdrew his hand.

"Only wear it to me."

The left side, who didn't understand the true meaning, nodded without hesitation.

The dishes came up quickly, and the attention on the left was quickly attracted by the food.

Because I didn't intend to stay in the entertainment industry for a long time, the left side never controlled the diet as strictly as other female stars. Generally, eat whatever you want, and never shy away.

"Qin Ai, you eat this, this is delicious." A piece of beef was clipped to Qin Ai on the left, and then he bowed his head to enjoy the food.

Qin Ai ate the piece of meat clipped to herself on the left. She stared at the left with a focused look, and raised her lips gently.

For Qin Ai, eating is just maintaining her basic life needs. But it was probably the joy and happiness of the left side at dinner that infected her, and the dish full of food in front of her seemed to be more attractive.

Qin Ai eats more than usual, and the satisfaction in her heart does not know whether it is because she is full or because the left side is beside her.

After eating on the left, she wiped her mouth with paper. She turned over a bottle of sour plum soup, and slurped half a bottle. After noticing Qin Ai ’s eyes, she lifted the bottle and asked, “Do you want to drink too?

Qin Aidao "just happened to be thirsty."

On the left, he subconsciously handed the sour plum soup to Qin Ai. Qin Ai raised his slender neck. On the left, he could see the delicate clavicle along the beautiful lines of the neck.

Qin Ai's collar button did not know why she unbuttoned three, and as she lifted her hand, the left eye was attracted by a white snow.

Suddenly remembered something on the left, but her eyes were still stunned somewhere, "Qin Ai, I just drank the sour plum soup, and the mouth of the bottle has my saliva."

"Um" Qin Ai put down the bottle, her eyes looked to the left, and she suddenly froze.

"you"

"Ah" The left side looked up blankly, as if some warm and viscous liquid had flowed onto her lips, and then dropped drop by drop on the table.

Qin Ai smiled helplessly as she pulled out a few sheets of paper to help wipe the blood off her face on the left.

The white paper was soaked in blood, and the blossoms spread out and blossomed. She was also scared by her own blood on the left. She still didn't know the reason for her nosebleeds, and asked herself silly what was going on.

Qin Ai buckled up the button she deliberately unfastened. She asked her left to raise her head and went to the waiter to ask for an ice pack.

The nose on the left quickly stopped the blood, and there was a paper ball stuffed in her nose, and the voice was sullen. "I may have eaten too many snacks recently and got angry."