She sat quietly in time, and he stood silently behind her.

She's listening to stories about him in another world.

And he watched her silently.

After listening to every word for a long time, she put down her mobile phone.

"Mr. king, I think I should go back!"

"Just a moment. Dinner will be ready soon."

She really didn't want to brush his mind, just waiting in silence.

More than ten minutes later, he came to invite her to dinner.

"I'm not good at cooking. Please forgive me."

After sitting down, she smelled the smell of the food.

Floating in the tip of the nose, are once familiar with the smell of home.

The man thoughtfully divided the food and put it on her plate.

"Try it. This is steamed spareribs with flour..."

He tapped the plate with his chopsticks.

She neatly put a piece of ribs in her mouth, which is a familiar hometown flavor.

Although it's very good in Australia, you can't eat authentic home food. Murong family also has cooks.

But after living in Australia for such a long time, their eating habits are westernized, and traditional Chinese food can't be found.

At this time, ye Mianmian eating this familiar dish, she was very moved.

On this day, she had the most satisfying meal.

"Come on, to celebrate our cooperation, have a drink!"

He poured a glass of red wine and handed it to her.

She held the wine glass in her hands, smiling and facing him.

"OK, come on..."

She took a sip of it with a soft clink.

Is a good red wine, with the aroma of grapes, sweet with mellow, memory, seems to have drunk.

People who didn't like drinking at all were attracted by the aroma of the wine, so she took another sip unconsciously.

"What does Mr. king do?"

She chatted casually.

His words were very few. He seemed indifferent to everything and gave an understatement.

Maybe it's because he was drunk, or maybe it's because he turned on the music.

She didn't understand what he was saying and forgot what he said.

"Do you like this dish?"

"It's very good. It's my favorite taste!"

"This steamed fish, hot and sour Potatoes..."

On the table, he gently counted about seven or eight dishes.

Every dish tastes authentic.

"I didn't expect that Mr. king was such a good cook? Does Mr. King run a restaurant? "

She asked curiously. She liked every dish very much, especially the bowl of fish ball soup. She hadn't eaten such delicious fish balls for a long time.

"Actually, I didn't make them. I made a reservation at the hotel. All I did was heat them up."

"Poof, I'll tell you how Mr. king can make so many dishes in such a short time with his hands."

"Just like it!"

"Thank you for doing so much for me. Come on, I'll respect you..."

On this day, ye Mianmian had a good time. She clinked glasses with him again.

This time, she still drank all the wine in her glass.

This meal is very slow.

With him, she has no strange feeling.

After a long time, he asked her, "are you happy in Australia?"

This seemed to be on the tip of her heart.

It's been a long time since anyone cared so much about her.

She hesitated for a moment! If I can be with my son, I feel happy. "

"Well, then, what's your relationship with young master Murong?"

She suddenly laughed. "Why does Mr. King care about this kind of privacy?"

This does not seem to be the concern of a business partner.

For her doubts, he seems to be aware of his own inappropriate, immediately adjusted his mood.

"I'm just curious. After all, a beautiful woman like Miss ye should have no emotional difficulties."

She felt the man's temptation.

He put down his glass and said, "Mr. king, it's a little late. It's time for me to go back!"

"The moon is beautiful tonight, otherwise, let's dance first! I know it's a bit abrupt, but... It's out of genuine hope. "

His voice sounds very sexy, but somehow it looks like Mu Hanchuan.

At this time, her drunkenness was a little hazy.

I was thinking about the man who knew I couldn't love but wanted to be close to him.

It was because of the resemblance that she had some good feelings for him.

"Good!"

She didn't refuse him.

"Come to the living room!"

He took her by the hand and went into the living room, then turned up the music.

In the sound of saxophone music, she gave him her hand, one hand around her waist, the other hand gently holding her hand.

In the rhythm with her gently rotating up.

In fact, at the Murong family's Shengyan night party, he observed in the dark corner for a long time, and he always wanted to find a chance to dance with her.

Especially when you see her sitting quietly in the corner, the feeling is very obvious.

Unfortunately, at that time, he did not want to appear in front of the Murong family, so he could only sit in the corner and watch her quietly.

Later, it wasn't until she walked quietly to the back garden that he followed quietly.

He just hopes to give her some spiritual support when she is not happy.

Because, apart from that, he can't do anything.

In the music, she gently moved her feet, movement is to accelerate the blood circulation, the alcohol in her body also began to work.

She's a little bit fumigated.

The delicate body involuntarily fell to his chest.

He put his arms around her gently and danced for a while. He felt her feet falter.

Under the light, her cheeks were flushed and sweat flowed down her forehead.

"What's the matter? Are you sick? "

He's still holding her around, just a little slower.

"No, maybe I'm a little drunk..."

"Come and have a rest!"

He supported her and sat down on the sofa.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink very well. I make you laugh."

In fact, she doesn't drink much, it's just two small cups. If she likes it, she wants to drink another cup. The taste of the wine is really good.

"It's OK. In fact, sometimes I'm in a bad mood. If I drink two cups, I feel very comfortable..."

She lay on the soft sofa, leaning her head on the back of the soft sofa, listening to the music quietly.

In fact, it's not uncomfortable. This kind of micro fumigation feeling is very comfortable. It's like walking in the cloud, and it's like having wings and floating up at any time.

The man is sitting beside her, she can feel his breath, the strong masculine breath from him.

There was such a trance moment that she had an impulse to get close to him.