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

Lin Su couldn't help but laugh, when his phone vibrated.

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

"knew."

Lin Su turned around and left, going to the next room to escape.

During the waiting period, Tang Qiao'er was bored, resting her hands on her chin, looking at the quiet and exquisite scene outside the window, closing her eyes and taking a rest, feeling the refreshing fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds.

At this time, she heard the door of the box creak open.

The clear and steady footsteps of leather shoes gradually came towards her, and as they got closer, she could vaguely smell a refreshing fragrance, which was like the gentle wind blowing through the window screens at midnight, plucking her heartstrings.

It is the fragrant green of violet leaves, intertwined with the elegant fragrance of flowers, a scent that rarely appears on men.

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

She slightly opened her apricot eyes, her beautiful eyes were looking forward to it, and her gaze finally settled on the man's face from bottom to top.

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