Su Jia clenched her fingers silently, trying her best to restrain the turbulence in her heart.

She forced herself to calm down, "Of course Ivy understands what Mr. Lu means, but for Jiajia, she doesn't understand it, what she cares about most is no different from six years ago, it's still hers...... Yan He. ”

After speaking, he paused, and asked again, "So, Mr. Lu, I don't know if this question you asked should be answered by Ivy or Jiajia?" ”

As she said the last word, she raised her eyebrows slightly, then lifted her steps and took two steps forward.

At the same time, another glass of wine was taken from the bar.

There were ice cubes in the cup, it was so cold that even her green fingers were surprisingly cold, without a trace of temperature.

Of course, she is the only one who knows.

It's as if the disguise of her strength, and the pain of her hoarseness, has never been fully understood.

Including him, Lu Yanhe.

Su Jia approached him little by little, and her smile was as enchanting as arsenic, making him terminally ill.

"Oops......" she let out a sudden scream, her white ankle twisted, and her thin heel instantly touched the ground.

The smile on the corner of Su Jia's lips was even worse, and her body poured towards Lu Yanhe, and at the same time, the liquid in the cup in her hand fell onto his expensive trousers.

Scarlet liquor spilled from the glass, spilling unmistakably between his legs, in the most important position.

Lu Yanhe felt the coldness coming from his thighs, and the coldness seemed to penetrate his clothes and directly spread to his body.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

Su Jia hurriedly apologized, as if she was really frightened, and her expression was very helpless.

She quickly pulled out two tissues from the drawer at the bar and wiped them on the man's inner thighs.

When Lu Yanhe saw her attempt, he just wanted to stop her movements, but when he looked down, he faintly saw the two soft balls on the woman's chest.

The peak line is tight and incomparably seductive, and at this time, it is unabashedly exposed in front of him.

Lu Yanhe gasped, and suddenly forgot to stop her, just watched her "carefully" wipe for herself.

Su Jia bent down slightly, while he stood, her head just reached his waist, such movements and angles, no matter who saw it, he had to think about it.

She didn't seem to realize that she had made a mistake at all, and still frantically wiped a tissue on his thigh.

The softness of his chest rubbed against his knees from time to time with her movements, and his hands touched his legs from time to time, either intentionally or unintentionally.

Lu Yanhe's hands clenched tightly, as if only in this way could he hold himself back.

Su Jia didn't look up at him, just chattered over and over again.

As for what the content was, Lu Yanhe couldn't hear it clearly, but he could vaguely distinguish it, and it should be something like "I'm sorry, I'm sorry".

His eyes flickered, and all he could see was her small cherry-like mouth closing one by one.

After a long time, Lu Yanhe finally came back to his senses.

Reaching out, he grabbed the woman's dishonest hand on his lap and pulled her aside and away from him.

There was no expression on his face, just the muscles of his face, but they were tensed together, like a zombie.

She did it on purpose, right?

Su Jia just played these little tricks, and he was able to live and die.