The noble evil young lady

"Sister, don't talk nonsense. I'm just curious about his temperament. Do you think I really didn't see his face? I'm wearing contact lenses today."

When Ben Xi got excited, her cute little face turned red again.

I couldn't help but feel amused, and took a closer look at her eyeballs. There was an extra layer of bright transparent material, and she really wore it. . .

Ben Xi looked at me, then turned to look at Miyamoto He and said, "Senior sister, don't you think that an ordinary person would never have the aura of this boy? This kind of aura is not formed in a day or two." , I'm sure, he's definitely not an ordinary person!"

This is the first time someone has given Miyamoto He such a high evaluation: "Then I can only hit you once, he, the boy you mentioned is called Miyamoto He, I think I am really unlucky for eight lifetimes." I just sat at the same table with him, and there is nothing special about him except that the mixed wine is delicious! I don’t want to talk about my looks. "

God, I swear I never slandered Miyamoto He, he is really what I said! (leave!)

But today Miyamoto He seems to be a little different than usual, what is the difference, it seems that a daunting temperament is always like a flame under an iceberg, giving people a feeling that is about to come out but is trying to hide.

Ben Xi still had a look of disbelief.

I was defeated by her, and said confidently: "If you don't believe me, go home and use your software to check. Miyamoto He must be just an innocent, ordinary, ordinary Japanese. Won an award in a wine competition or something!"

Miyamoto's bartending skills are so exquisite that people have nothing to say.

At this time, Miyamoto He paused in the distance, and his sharp eyes shot straight at me through various obstacles.

It's over, I was discovered, in case he said that I was peeping on him, I would not be able to clean up by jumping into the Yellow River.

I hurriedly pulled Benxi and ran wildly, even though I deluded myself that I hadn't been discovered yet.

Miyamoto He retracted his gaze, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his hand habitually reached out to the index finger of his left hand and turned it over and over again.

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