Good Morning, Dear

It was already 6:00 p.m. when we arrived at the seafood restaurant, the guests came and went, fresh and refreshing.

"Yao Yao." Zhao Bin waited at the door with a childish smile on his face. Every time he sees her, he can laugh so happily.

Cheng Qingyao was unhappy. The more innocent he was, the more guilty she felt and felt sorry for him. She couldn't laugh. She was very "cold" and said, "don't wait for so long in the future. It's better to make a new appointment than to wait like this."

"How could it be a silly wait? I'm idle at home, and I'm idle here. It doesn't make any difference. Besides, I can't see you when I'm idle at home. I can still see you when I'm idle here. Yao Yao, I want to see you." what did Zhao Bin say? His mouth grinned behind his ears, The black and bright eyes reflect the light, which makes the eye color particularly clear and simple without losing the gentleness of men.

Cheng Qingyao's heart was like a knife. She was bleeding silently in pain. She couldn't bear to see it again. She took back her sight and walked in with him.

He knew what she liked. He didn't want a private room. He chose a position near the window to see the night view and vehicles coming and going outside. His car was parked in the middle of a row of vehicles, not high-grade, but also medium-sized.

"Yao Yao." his voice came again and said cautiously, "did Uncle call you?"

"Yes." Cheng Qingyao took back her eyes, looked at him, and took a sip of the tea he had just poured in front of her.

When sipping tea, her head was slightly lowered, and the collar of her shirt was slightly unscrewed, revealing a looming black between her neck. Zhao Bin couldn't really see it with the light on his back. He thought it was the shadow of the collar reflected on it. He didn't take it seriously, and carefully asked, "did you quarrel with your uncle again?"

"It's more common for me to quarrel with him than to eat. You don't have to take this kind of thing to heart." she looked up at him and said, lowering her head again.

This time it was a little lower, and the scale of the opening of the neckline was enlarged. The black mark that was still looming just now was completely exposed. It was no longer the shadow of the collar, but a black mark the size of the thumb nail cover, which was clearly reflected on her neck.

Zhao Bin's eyes suddenly hurt, a bad feeling filled his heart, and he didn't dare to think about it. She wasn't such a person, wasn't... Thinking about it, he stretched out his good-looking hand and opened her collar

"What are you doing?" she was so surprised that she hurriedly dodged and tightened her collar. At the same time, she fastened the top button of her collar. When she came out, she didn't look in the mirror. After taking a bath, she dressed and left. She knew there were many kiss marks left by the gold Lord on her body, but she didn't know there were also on her neck, because she didn't remember that the gold Lord kissed her neck, but only remembered that the gold Lord had been buried in her chest and didn't suck enough.

She looked at him across the table. Her complicated eyes were frightened, nervous and angry. He touched her independently. Since they confirmed the relationship, she made it clear that it was best not to have too much skin and body contact before marriage.

"I, I..." his hand was frozen in the air, a little embarrassed, a little scared, and a little suspicious. He knew she was not that kind of person, but this impression was really like the legendary "planting strawberries". She didn't allow him to touch, didn't meet him much, and sometimes she couldn't talk on the phone. She was hiding from their love and his persistence of love. Hiding from him because there's a man outside her? This trace is the man

No, no, no, no!

Without waiting to ask her, he has denied the speculation. His Yao Yao is his goddess. His goddess is very kind and considerate. She won't do anything sorry to him, and she won't be willing to hurt him like that... No, no, no, no, Yao Yao is good. The bad thing is that his thought is too dirty

He drew back his hand and pointed to her neck in embarrassment. "Well, I just saw a scar there and wanted to see if you were hurt?"