Tang Qiaoer: "Ah, Lao Wan is scolding me, don't you hear it?"

Lin Su couldn't help laughing, and his phone was shocked at this time.

He took it out and took a look, and hurriedly said, "Miss, the last male guest has arrived today."

"knew."

Lin Su turned around and left, and went to the room next to avoid it.

During the waiting period, Tang Qiaoer was bored, supported her cheek, looked at the quiet and delicate outside the window, closed her eyes and rested, feeling the refreshing fragrance of flowers and birds.

At this time, she heard the door of the private room creaking.

The clear and steady footsteps of the leather shoes gradually walked towards her, getting closer. She vaguely smelled a mellow fragrance, like the warm wind blowing into the window screen at midnight, plucking her heartstrings.

It is the fragrant greenness of violet leaves, intertwined with the elegant fragrance of flowers, and it rarely appears on men.

Although Tang Qiaoer is allergic to smoke, she is quite sensitive to spices.

She opened her almond eyes slightly, and her beautiful eyes flowed, and finally her eyes were frozen on the man's face from bottom to top.

The next second, Tang Qiaoer half of her cherry lips and her pupils shrank deeply.
Chapter completed!