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His eyelids drooped, and the decoration style of this shop is a warm, small and fresh style.

However, Lian Shuo stood so lazily, with a height of one-nine meters comparable to the model's height, a black dress, a cool black motorcycle jacket and a pair of Martin boots on his feet.

No matter how I look at it, I feel that this person is not good.

Su Kui was stunned for a long time before she was anxious. "This is too wasteful. I only need one cup ..."

Lian Shuo lifted his chin. "It's all ordered. You can take it back to ask your roommate to drink it after drinking. Is that the case?"

"How do you--"

Su Kui frowned, so she wanted to say, what is their relationship. Others are boyfriends, please invite roommates to dinner, she and Lian Shuo only met on the first day today, oh not the second time.

Why collect cheap things.

Lian Shuo's face was black, and his voice was a little cold, "If you don't want it, you will go out and find a trash can later, just throw it away."

So Su Kui stopped talking.

She grieved behind Lian Shuo, holding a cup of strawberry milk tea in her hand.

Lian Shuo walked in front. Others had long legs and a small brown British backpack on one shoulder. They looked like they carried their children's schoolbags with their parents.

In one hand is a small pink cake with exquisite packaging, in one hand is five or six cups of milk tea of ​​various flavors.

Su Kui's hardship, tired humming humming.

For a long time, Lian Shuo thought of it and paused to look back.

Carry a heavy back.

Su Kui didn't expect him to stop suddenly, but he ran into it.

"Well……"

The huge impulse directly knocked Su Kui down on the ground.

Lian Shuo's heart fluttered, and he quickly bent over to help her, and he couldn't care about getting angry. "How is it? Has it hurt? What do you say you're doing so fast? Won't you take it slowly?"

He shook his head and pulled the person up.

Fortunately, it ’s snow all over the ground, so it does n’t stain your clothes

Su Kui held the milk tea and complained softly, "Surely you walked too fast, I can't catch up ..."

She is still gasping for breath.

Lian Shuo looked at her arms again, and was almost not smirked.

"So far are you still protecting this cup of milk tea? Did it hurt?" The co-author was still his fault.

But she seemed to be sweating a little, and her bangs were wet with sweat, and the heat was steaming, and her cheeks were all flushed.

But immediately after, she thought of what she looked like under her mask.

When Lian Shuo was young, he never played with real swords and guns?

Even to polish his temper, his father threw him into the barracks for a year.

The wound was clearly cut out with a knife!

Just thinking about it, his heart tingled from time to time.

I could hardly breathe.

Su Kui shook his head and suddenly saw Lian Shuo stepping forward.

He carried the cake with milk tea, and stretched out his big palm towards her.

Su Kui was startled and couldn't help retreating.

Lian Shuo glared, somewhat fierce, "What are you afraid of? Can I eat you, or will I beat you? Ye Qingqing, I have bought milk tea for you, can you treat me better?"

Su Kui was aggrieved. She thought to herself that milk tea was not bought by me.

Moreover, how should she treat an unfamiliar person?

But Lian Shuo's voice sounded very unhappy, and still vaguely aggrieved?

Su Kui thinks she must have heard it wrong, and she keeps her silence silently.

Lian Shuo reached out and pulled out the straw from her milk tea bag, tore it with one hand, pinched the straw wrapper, and banged it into the cup.

"All right, drink it."