The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

"Can that go?" Cold prayed and gave him a look.

"I remembered, I still have something to deal with, then, the young master, you sit down slowly, I will leave first! I will have a cup of coffee together!" Chen’s man lowered his head and slammed from the sofa. Stand up and take a big step toward the door at the speed of escape.

When I left, my feet hit the table corner several times.

Cheng Anning watched his figure leave, and the man disappeared completely, his eyes turned to cold and cold, "Really!"

"Yeah, it’s so good!" Cold praying cold fainted her.

Cheng Anning did not even tell him to sit down, just staring at him.

She was contemplating the cold and praying for her purpose. The two were not familiar with it at all. The cold praying for the cold but for her to manage her business, this is what she did not expect.

He doesn't look like a person who is nosy.

Cheng Anning stared at him for a while, secretly speculating on the intention of his behavior.

Instead, the agent next to him looked at it and sat down inside. He greeted the cold and prayed coldly. "Cold Master, since it happened so much, if the young master is not busy, then sit down and eat together?"

Cold and cold squinted Cheng Aning, faint "hmm" sound, opened the chair and sat down.

"What do you like by Cold Master? Look, this is my request!" The agent happily pushed the menu to him and helped him open it.

"How can I let a girl treat me?" Cold praying cold faintly hooked the corner of the lips, very casually turned the menu over and gave him a meal.

Cheng Anning was still staring at him, his eyes were not removed from him.

Cold and cold like can not see her gaze, ordering food, after holding the point, holding a knife in one hand, holding a fork in one hand, the action elegantly used his own meal.

He didn't say anything, just quietly dining.

This kind of him makes Cheng Anning even more puzzled.

For a meal, the three people were a little silent, and only occasionally the agent would have a lively atmosphere of one or two sentences.

At the end of the meal, the agent has left in advance.

Cheng Anning did not leave immediately, his eyes were across the table, and he was still staring at the cold and crying.

"Whether the cold master has any purpose, just say it, I owe you a person, can do it, I will try my best to do it."

Cold and cold, the hand holding the napkin paused, and the gaze was lifted slowly, and she fixed her eyes and looked at her.

Cheng Anning lifted his chin, his eyes and his direct view, waiting for his next words.

Cold and cold and her time to look at it for a long time, the eyes just started to smash, like a mist of fog, but quickly dispersed.

"I don't need Miss Cheng to do anything for me. Miss Cheng just needs to follow her own path. Just do what I want to do." I squinted at my cuffs, stood up, and looked back from her. He turned slowly. Go outside the restaurant.

Cheng Anning seems to be incredible to him, his eyes moving along his figure, watching him slowly walk away in his own vision, and his vision has not been recovered for a long time.

Outside the restaurant, cold and cold has become farther and farther.

After going out, I got on the car, and then the black sports car didn't make any stay, and went away.

Cheng Anning sat in his position and secretly tried to figure out what he meant.

She pondered for a long time, chewed his words just over and over again, and when the servant pushed out of the restaurant, his eyes suddenly brightened.