"The surname is Luo, are you making trouble? I just bought it, how could it be bad!" Meng Ke jumped and said.

Leng Yanluo ignored him directly. He stood up with the milk tea and said, "An An, you can wait for me here for a while."

Then he went out.

Yin Jing was unclear, so he thought he had left the milk tea.

As a result, he came in with two cups of passion fruit lemon tea.

He calmly walked between the two of them: "Sorry, let me go."

Then before Meng Ke could react, he squeezed between Meng Ke and An Jing and separated the two.

Meng Ke: "?"

The next second, Leng Yanluo placed passion fruit lemon tea in front of An Jing. He pushed the milk tea that Meng Ke had not finished drinking on the table in disgust, and then placed his lemon tea in front of An Jing, and said a little doting to her: "After recently, have you been clamoring about getting fat every day? Some people just made up their minds. Let's drink less milk tea in the evening, huh?"

Yin Jing's eyes lit up: "I love passion fruit so much. Teacher Luo didn't expect you to have this trick, and he would still make cold drinks?"

Leng Yanluo's voice was gentle: "There is no way, he is born with excellence. How about it tastes quickly?"

Wen Jing took a sip of passion fruit lemon honey tea made by Leng Yanluo, then turned around and gave him a thumbs up: "Teacher Luo, professional!"

Leng Yanluo said modestly: "The most important thing is to do it yourself. It is freshly squeezed without adding, green and healthy, and it is safer and more secure than the ones you packed from outside."

Meng Ke, who was stabbed several times in a short time, said: "..."

He took a deep breath, smiled, and got up with the milk tea. Leng Yanluo's eyes looked like a knife.

Meng Ke was timid and did not dare to squeeze between the two of them. Instead, he sat down on the other side of the quiet: "It's okay, Mr. An, I will go to study tomorrow. This is simple, and I will make adjustments to you in the future!"

"Dongshi Xiaopin!" Leng Yanluo complained coldly. Seeing that the other party was hit by An Jing again, he pulled An Jing to his side and then stood up: "An An, you sit here, it's comfortable to watch a movie in this position."

After saying that, he sat in Yan Jing's position again, separating Meng Ke from Yan Jing.

Meng Ke: "..."

He thought about it again without a smile, but An Jing was impatient by the two of them: "Okay, okay, just watch a movie, it's the same everywhere. Don't always change it, it makes me dizzy!"

Leng Yanluo nodded slightly: "An An is talking about it."

As he said that, he turned his head to stare at Meng Ke and said, "Did you hear me? Are you talking about you? Be more conscious!"

Meng Ke, who was standing beside him, was stunned at first, and then shouted: "Shameless!"

Leng Yanluo snorted coldly: "Compared with you, I'm willing to give you a chance!"

Wen Jing pressed the play button: "It's starting, don't argue with you two! Teacher Luo, if you are afraid, just close your eyes."

Meng Ke laughed "haha" after hearing this: "Damn, King Yama is actually afraid of ghosts? He is speechless and opens the door for him. He is speechless and has come home! I am so laughing to death."

In order to show his masculinity, he patted An Jing's chest: "Mr. An, men just need to be brave, so I'm not afraid!"

Leng Yanluo turned his head gloomyly and glanced at him.

Meng Ke's smile froze on his face: "..."


Chapter completed!