The Rest Of My Life Is For You

A sip of tea all sprayed on his chest!

The white shirt was wet instantly, and was stained with green brown ...

Yu Yuehan: "..."

Nian Xiaomu: "..."

The surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Even Lombardi and his assistant, who were also sitting at the table, were shocked and could not return to God for a long time.

Eyes moved from Nian Xiaomu to Yu Yuehan.

Looking at his handsome face that hurt the country and the people, he was a little bit dark, and he was about to pinch Nian Xiaomu to the table ...

Nian Xiaomu was finally surrounded by the cold, and returned to the frozen mind.

He stood up, pulled out the paper towel, and quickly wiped it for him.

"Master, I didn't do it on purpose ... it was a bit hot, and then you reminded me that it was late, so ..." Nian Xiaomu explained incoherently.

"Blame me?" Yu Yuehan said a word.

Every word seemed to be forced out of the throat.

Nian Xiaomu: "..." She didn't dare!

Looking at the water stains on his chest, she felt inexplicably grateful.

Fortunately, they have a difference in height, otherwise the tea should have been sprayed on his face.

Then he should be full of her saliva now ...

Thinking of it, Nian Xiaomu was so scared!

While telling the waiter to get a towel, he continued to rub him handily.

He found some water stains on his pants, and his wrists were caught as soon as he was about to wipe them down.

She looked up subconsciously, and found that his face was something wrong.

Like angry, not like angry, just a little red.

The ears are also a bit red ...

Holding her hand tightly, after a few seconds, her lips opened quietly, "No need to wipe, there are clothes in the car, I'll change clothes."

His voice was a little dull.

After speaking, she quickly let go of her hand, turned and left quickly.

Hurrying steps seemed to be angry.

The assistant quickly followed.

At the table, there were only two people left.

Nian Xiaomu looked at the figure he left, his hands still kept his posture flung away, his eyes darkened.

He seemed to ... really angry with her.

After a long absence, Yu Yuehan returned, and Nian Xiaomu's inexplicable mood followed.

After chatting with Lombardi, he kept staring at the restaurant door.

I didn't realize that my posture was like a hopeless stone ...

When he looked back, Lombardi looked bored at the newspaper.

Nian Xiaomu froze and asked, "Do you understand Chinese?"

"I don't understand. I'm looking at photos. I know this person." Lombardi handed the newspaper to Nian Xiaomu and pointed to the photo above.

Nian Xiaomu glanced curiously, recognizing that the person above was the young man in the company that caused a lot of female colleagues to scream.

She remembered calling it Fan Yu ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Nian Xiaomu looked down and she saw his name in the newspaper.

"Are you familiar? I heard my colleague mention this person." Nian Xiaomu asked subconsciously.

When Lombardi heard her, he nodded first, then shook his head again.

Look at Nian Xiaomu directly.

"I've seen him a few times, and I have cooperated, but I'm not familiar," Lombardi drank a tea before he said.

"He's excellent and a rare and powerful character."

"..." Nian Xiaomu's eyes became curious, how powerful was the person who could make Lombardi praise himself?

"If you say that Han Shao is a born business emperor, then Fan Yu should be the only person I know who is qualified to compete with him!"