Nan Sichen raised his hand, lit Lan Nianyun's little nose intimately, and asked softly in her ear: "Baby, the real person is right in front of you, are you still crazy about the TV?"

Lan Nianyun couldn't bear to move her eyes away from the TV screen. She shook her head seriously, "Does it feel different, it's okay?"

"Huh?" Nan Sichen frowned and asked in a deep voice: "Where is different?"

Lan Nianyun compared his hands to a box and aimed it at the TV.

She looked at her eyes and compared her screen, and gave a very professional evaluation, "It is an indescribable sense of picture and art, coupled with a sense of distance that can be understood but cannot be expressed, creating a erratic beauty that real people do not have!"

When Nan Sichen heard this, his eyes darkened!

He raised his hand, pinched Lan Nianyun's chin, turned her head to him, not allowing her to watch TV again.

Lan Nianyun looked at his cold face and knew that this man had been knocked over again.

She felt funny, she flashed her eyelashes twice and asked deliberately: "What's wrong, Lawrence? I'm praising you for being handsome, why are you unhappy... Um..."

The pink lips were immediately blocked, and the sweet taste in the mouth was swept away. Nan Sichen plundered her lips and tongue frantically, not giving her a chance to breathe.

After a while, he saw Lan Nianyun's breathing rapidly and his breathing was thin. He had already forgotten where the TV was, so he took his lips away.

Squinted slightly, he asked hoarsely: "Baby, do you think, are the people on TV good-looking or the real-life good-looking?"

Lan Nianyun's chest was undulating, and a moan like a kitten was overflowing from her throat. She replied in a soft voice: "It's still a real person... it looks good..."

Seeing Nan Sichen smiled with satisfaction, Lan Nianyun sighed speechlessly!

Now, she understood how lemon Nan Sichen was, and her realm was so high that she could eat her own jealousy!

It's simply...

**

"Ding Dong", the doorbell rings.

Qiao Lin, who was paced back and forth in the room with her cell phone, suddenly stopped.

She straightened her back and walked carefully to the door with a small step, and looked out of the cat's eyes.

The purpose is to be a man with a handsome face and excellent figure.

Today, Nan Haoyu was wearing youthful clothes. The V-neck sweater exposed his slender neck, his chest was covered with healthy wheat-colored skin, and half of the delicate and slender collarbone on both sides were exposed, which was extremely sexy.

Qiao Lin's heart was beating "bang" and she was about to jump out of her throat.

His subordinates' movements were very soothing. He slowly opened the door and widened his eyes in surprise, "Oliver, is it you?"

"Hi!" Nan Haoyu smiled brightly as usual, and he replied very directly, "I want to watch the show with you, are you welcome?"

Qiao Lin's eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, and she didn't say much, but just turned sideways and gave way out of the aisle.

Nan Haoyu entered the room with a smile, took off his shoes, stepped on the soft carpet, and looked around.

I saw the room sunny, the windows were bright and the table was clean, and it was comfortable and warm.

The bed near the bed was close to the bed, and there was a black belt watch on the head of the bed, which was exactly what Qiao Lin usually wore.

Nan Haoyu smiled slightly, his gaze moved slightly, and saw two cups of hot coffee on the desk, which seemed to be what Qiao Lin had just prepared.

The corners of the lips couldn't help but bend a meaningful curve.

Qiao Lin raised her eyelids and glanced at him. Seeing his clear eyes staring at the two cups of coffee, she immediately explained, "There is a cup of coffee for Lisa. Before she could drink it, she received a message from Jill and went to the opposite room to watch the show."

"Oh!" Nan Haoyu nodded, pursed his lips, and did not poke her through.

He naturally picked up a cup of coffee, took a sip, and then sat on her bed facing the TV!

Qiao Lin was immediately embarrassed and stood beside the couch, not knowing where to look.

At this moment, a song with a cheerful rhythm rang out on the TV, and the picture turned to the square of the city hall.

After a while, a close-up of Nan Haoyu's handsome face appeared on the screen.

Qiao Lin's eyes circulated, staring at the TV for a moment.

Nan Haoyu looked sideways and saw the girl looking stunned by beauty, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Jolin?" He called her.

"Hmm?" Qiao Lin suddenly came back to her senses and looked at him.

Nan Haoyu smiled and asked her, "Do you think the real person is good at watching, or the people on TV are good at watching?"

"Ah?" Qiao Lin was caught off guard and was asked about this, and she was a little panicked.

She turned her head to avoid his sight, sat on the couch, and after a while, she replied softly, "Everything looks good!"

"Ha ha!"

Nan Haoyu smiled happily, and he stood up, picked up another cup of coffee and handed it to her.

Qiao Lin took it, blushed, and said "thank you", and her eyes involuntarily met his narrow and long phoenix eyes.

I saw my shy figure reflected in it, one after another, one after another.

Qiao Lin's heart was shaken, and Nan Haoyu's soft voice came from her ears, just like the spring breeze and rain, falling drop by drop, falling between her heart lake.

"Jolin," he asked with a smile, "Are you happy with such a good-looking boyfriend?"

**

The room opposite.

The TV program started playing, Chu Heng made a cup of hot tea for Lisa and handed it to her.

When Lisa took it, Chu Heng's eyes were fixed on her slender hands.

"Skin is like cream, fingers are like peeling onions", these two sentences cannot help but appear in my mind, describing Lisa's hands, just like the right one.

Lisa's eyes were blurred by the mist in front of her.

She held the edge of the cup with one hand and the bottom of the cup with the other, and blew the hot tea. A thin ripples appeared on the water surface, just like her mood at this moment.

After blowing a few times, she pursed her lips in the sip of the cup. She was about to take a sip when she heard Chu Heng's warm voice, "Be careful, don't burn it!"

It was fine if he didn't speak. As soon as he opened his mouth, Lisa was nervous, her fingers trembled, the paper cup was tilted, and she poured out some hot water and sprinkled on the back of her fair and delicate hands.

"Ah!" Lisa exclaimed softly.

The next second, the paper cup was taken away and her hand was held in the palm of Chu Heng.

Lisa's chest heated up and she looked up at him.

But when I saw him lowering his eyebrows and his eyes were filled with heartache.

His fingertips were rubbing back and forth on the back of her hands, and gently blew his mouth to her red skin, cool and itchy.

In the ears, the audience cheers and screams from the TV were constantly heard, but neither of them cared about it.

He only cares about her hands, and she only cares about him.

After blowing for a while, Chu Heng lowered his eyes to her and asked softly: "Does it still hurt?"

Lisa pursed her lips and smiled, shook her head gently.

Feeling affectionately, and shy.

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Chapter completed!