Chapter 575

A fresh cluster of lilies was put on the table and successfully added the last member of the family.

"Bingbing, give your place to Miss Lu." Fan Hong raised his eyes and swept aside his embarrassed daughter. A trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes, waved his hand and opened his mouth.

Meng Bing bit her teeth and retreated. Although the visitor was a guest, the seat was very reasonable, but she had just lost face, and her mind was far from being as good as it seemed. When she got up, she was angry for a moment, stretched out her hand and tripped the girl back.

"Oh." fan Jiaojiao screamed, but her eyes were full of schadenfreude. She had a panoramic view of everything. At this time, it was just to let everyone see the scene of the girl making a fool of herself.

The girl also seemed to fall forward in a fit of cooperation, caught off guard. In front of her, she happened to be in a boiling hot kettle. Braving the hot water vapor, she blurred her glasses in an instant, resulting in a half minute delay in avoiding.

With a brush, Zhan Chen stood up from the chair in the corner and looked tense. Just when Kan Kan was about to take steps, he saw a big hand catch the girl first.

The man stretched out his long arm, accurately circled the girl's slender waist, and then gently pulled back, and the girl fell into his arms like a ball of cotton.

"Be careful." the warm breath is sprayed on the ear. The low magnetic voice and eardrum cause a strong resonance, as if to engrave the voice into the listener's heart.

"Thank you." the girl pushed away some distance and made an action similar to blocking. The palm pressed on the man's heart. After staying for a few seconds, she whispered her thanks and left the man's arms.

One fell and the other went to help. The short two sentence dialogue was clearly a normal act of helping others, but others inexplicably felt that at that moment, the air was emitting pink bubbles, extremely ambiguous.

"Miss Lu, are you okay? I'm sorry." Meng Bing didn't expect to be self defeating. He was so angry that he pinched his palm, but he had to apologize politely.

"It's all right." the girl shook her head and said softly at the volume that they could only hear when passing by: "ha ha, Miss Meng's hands are so unstable, and the tea she brewed is not satisfactory. It's better to go back and have a rest early."

"You..." Meng Bing suddenly turned his head and stared at her. It's a pity that the girl has sat down slowly and completely looked like nothing had happened.

"All right." Fan Hong was impatient with the children's mischief, waved his hand and asked people to go down. Then he turned around and said, "Oh, this is Miss Lu, also from East China. I heard that the two have met. It should not be strange."

At the audit site of the last selection competition, the rumor that the high-ranking East China Arbitration left behind a female player is still vivid. At this time, it is obvious that there is nothing to deny.

But the girl was not normal this time. She sat on the chair without moving her eyebrows. "I'm not familiar."

Not familiar? Fan Hong was stunned. He was also caught off guard by the girl's reaction. Immediately, he felt the temperature in the house whizzing down.

"I recited you." this time, on the contrary, the man first admitted the relationship between them.

"It's just a chance encounter." the girl then responded, and then picked up the tea just brewed by Meng Bing on the tea plate. "This cup of tea will be regarded as my thank-you gift. I'll borrow flowers to offer Buddha to Miss Meng."

The girl's posture of serving tea was very stable, her arms were flush, and Kankan raised the cup of tea between the two, just like a clear-cut appearance.

The man wearing a white mask can't see the expression at the moment, but the cold air from him is freezing to death.

"Miss Lu..." Fan Hong coughed softly and reminded, "Mr. Fred doesn't like tea."

The key is that this cup of tea smells so gunpowder. Do you remember what you're here for?

That is, at the moment when the voice fell, when everyone thought that the girl didn't know heaven and earth had screwed up, the man who was as cold as ice suddenly moved.

He held out his hand and caught the cup of tea. The thick knuckles and the girl's delicate fingertips were wrapped together, "a heart."

He wants it.

Meng Bing, who was standing behind, was so happy that he raised a pair of Yingying water eyes and looked here. At that moment, the girl's fingertips loosened, the cup fell to the ground, and the tea fell to pieces with a click.

"Sorry, my hand slipped." Qin Qing pulled back his hand and looked down at the ground. His tone without emotion sounded particularly insincere.

Meng Bing's face turned green.

"I think I'd better make a cup for Mr. Fred myself, so as to show sincerity." Qin Qing suddenly changed her tone, as if the previous alienation was just an illusion. When she leaned over to cook tea, she had a faint smile on her face and was very kind. "Mr. Fred should have seen my performance in the check-out competition. Do you think I can win the first place in the semi-finals?"

Hearing the speech, Fan Hong, who was in the main position, relaxed his frown and nodded with satisfaction.

The man's eyes glanced down. The air conditioning around him was finally dissipated. He turned to look at the girl's skilled tea making gesture and said calmly, "you are the only person who passes the semi-finals."

"Yes, but I also went to the third round. Many people outside should say I was lucky." Qin Qing gracefully made the second cup of tea. When handing the tea, she didn't use a coaster, but turned her palm, turned into a playing card of red peach a, and held the cup lightly. "If you can, I want to prove my strength to Mr. Fred."

The girl's slender fingertips only hold the edge of the card, and the cup itself stays firmly at the center of the playing card. This strange force looks like a magic.

"HMM." the man replied coldly, and his eyes stayed on the red heart on the playing card for a second. "The technique is good."

Qin Qing bent her eyes. It seemed that this compliment had power. She moved her fingers gently. When the tea cup was taken over, the cards below changed from one to three.

Five, two, one.

She seemed to inadvertently skim the man's ear while wandering, and then the corner of her mouth hooked, "the card art is changeable, which is only a trivial one. As long as Mr. Fred is willing to help expand the scale of this gambling game, I believe it will be a wonderful Feast."

The cup at the mouth stopped. The man's eyes deep behind the mask were as deep as the sea, and his voice was cold. He said steadily, "a cup of tea is not enough for me to expand my scale and invest in you. You, or Mr. gambler, should pay the corresponding price. Now the depression of the market is caused by the fan family."

Cut straight into the core. Everything that has just been paved in front has become zero. It's not stupid for a man to become an important figure in the arbitration panel. I'm afraid it's not so easy to drink this cup of tea today.