Quick Wear: Beautiful cannon fodder, she is always coveted by crazy critics

Jiang Zhiyue dragged Lin Sheng to the corner before resting. Her steps, which seemed unsteady even with someone supporting them, became unusually steady, which made the other party question.

"Yueyue, aren't you drunk?"

"...I was sobered up by the shock."

She was referring to falling into Qin Beizhou's arms, but Lin Sheng misunderstood it as her reflex to throw him over her shoulder and throw him away. She touched her head apologetically, "I'm sorry."

"The school I attended was very chaotic, and I learned self-defense and judo. Whenever someone suddenly approaches from behind, I will subconsciously go into a defensive state."

So breaking Qin Yan’s expensive skateboard must have been an accident.

It's the literature without a mouth again.

"It's ok."

Lin Sheng took a taxi to send Jiang Zhiyue back to the rental house. He helped her lie down on the bed before closing the door and leaving.

Hearing the sound of the door lock turning, Jiang Zhiyue, with red cheeks, suddenly opened her eyes. There was no trace of drunkenness in her eyes, and she replayed the scene just now countless times in her mind.

Qin Beizhou clearly stabilized himself, but what did it mean when he pressed his fingertips on his waist?

Is she too sensitive?

But this guy is a 'three-no' person: he doesn't drink, smoke or touch women. He has extremely strong self-control and can do whatever it takes to get what he wants.

Even Lin Sheng in the original book pursued Qin Beizhou for a long time and kept creating chance encounters before he developed a good impression of him.

Seeing that it was late at night, she shook off the unnecessary thoughts in her mind, washed up and had a comfortable sleep, and gave up her old-fashioned glasses the next day.

When they arrived at the villa again, Butler Bai and several other servants suddenly opened their eyes wide.

Although Jiang Zhiyue was still wearing ugly, baggy clothes, the changes in her face alone were enough to amaze people.

"Xiao Jiang, did the Master really take you to have the mole removed?!"

Several people were looking around her, blinking hard, not daring to recognize her. Before she could answer, they heard Qin Yan's voice from upstairs, "Jiang Zhiyue, make some coffee."

Suddenly she became the young master's personal maid. Butler Bai raised his hand to signal her to go ahead and do her work. But fearing that Xiao Jiang had no experience, he asked Lin Sheng to follow.

"Yueyue, wait."

Lin Sheng took a step to catch up with Jiang Zhiyue, put his hand on the side of his mouth and asked softly, "Yueyue, you are so beautiful, why did you pretend to be ugly a few days ago?"

"Ah, the security in the neighborhood where I live is not very good, and I'm afraid of being targeted if I'm alone."

She made up a random remark, but fortunately Lin Sheng was straightforward and nodded in belief, "Qin Yan didn't call me, so I will pretend to wipe the vase and wait outside the door. Remember to call me if you need anything."

It was the first time for Jiang Zhiyue to enter Qin Yan's study. It was more like his skateboard showroom than a study. On the mahogany bookshelf against the wall, gold and crystal trophies were arranged in an orderly manner. They were all honors won from participating in skateboard competitions.

Qin Yan sat at his desk casually, reading a stack of documents in his hands. Seeing the girl looking curiously, he reminded her, "Coffee."

Glancing at the hand brewing kettle and coffee grinder on the mahogany rack, Jiang Zhiyue couldn't help but frown. Grinding by hand was too troublesome.

So he automatically ignored it, took a bag of instant plain coffee, poured it into the cup and mixed it with hot water, stirred it evenly and pushed it in front of the other person.

Qin Yan glanced at the white foam floating on the surface. The water temperature was obviously not high enough, and there was sediment visible to the naked eye. He couldn't help but feel disgusted.

"Where can I get bad coffee? I only drink hand-ground coffee."

He raised his chin and indicated, "There are Gesha coffee beans over there."

Jiang Zhiyue curled her lips, picked up the warm coffee cup and walked back, imitating the funny faces made by the little girl on the Internet.jpg.

"I only drink the ones I grind by hand."

Then he picked up the Geisha coffee beans sealed with a sealing clip and looked at the note on the back curiously. One pound was nearly three thousand dollars.

So luxurious.

She sighed twice, poured it into the grinder, and ground it into particles the size of sugar bit by bit.

The sound of "clicking" was heard in the study.

Qin Yan's gaze moved from the documents to the girl. He saw her concentrating on fighting, with long, white fingers and beautiful curves of her forearms.

The loose T-shirt sticks to the skin as it swings, revealing the slender waist curve.

Suddenly I recalled what Jiang Zhiyue was wearing last night and the feeling of my fingertips on her legs, and an inexplicable restlessness seemed to surge in my chest.

How could this woman have such an outrageous contrast?

She dresses so wildly in private, looking like a charming enchantress.

Qin Yan suppressed the attraction in his heart and snorted with disdain.

Is he the kind of person who is tempted by beauty?

Isn't that the same as the man she described who only thinks with his lower body?

Seeing Jiang Zhiyue wet the filter paper with hot water and then pour in coffee powder, Qin Yan stood up and walked over with big strides.

He held the girl's fingertips and put down the hand-brewed kettle. His voice was like gravel rubbing against the texture, "Pour out the water first."

"You want me to drink pulp-flavored coffee?"

She had never tasted such exquisite hand-ground coffee, so naturally she didn't understand the brewing order and just followed the man's instructions step by step.

As they were talking, the pot unconsciously fell into the other person's hands.

Water is poured in circles and at fixed points, which makes people feel dizzy.

It’s better not to drink this coffee.

Qin Yan didn't notice anything wrong at first. He took the sharing pot and poured it into a clean glass, then handed it to Jiang Zhiyue.

A whole role reversal.

The latter didn't hesitate and took a sip. The rich coffee flavor spread instantly, with distinct floral and tropical fruit aromas and a delicate taste.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

When they looked at Qin Yan in surprise, they realized something was wrong.

Jiang Zhiyue pursed her lips awkwardly, her lips stained with fragrance were shining, just like last night.

He coughed twice and poured another glass for the other person.

Qin Yan felt like he was going crazy. He stared at the girl's delicate and beautiful face, and recalled the kiss that ended unexpectedly over and over again.

It's like being possessed by some evil spirit.

He picked up the cup and drank the coffee in one gulp, without realizing that he had picked up the wrong cup.

His sight followed the girl's charming eyes.

Superior bone structure, a lively expression of surprise, bright red lips, long curly hair falling in front of the body like silk, and a faint scent of shower gel.

They all happened to fit his aesthetic.

So the man who had just set the flag was slapped in the face by himself in less than ten minutes.

"Jiang Zhiyue."

"Ok?"

"Are all women's lips as kissable as yours?"