Chapter 699

The man was sitting in a chair with a newspaper in his hand.

Yan Zi Tong didn't see his front, only his side. In front of the table, there was no breakfast, only a cup of coffee on his left.

Ling Rui's profile, with distinct solitary lines, black shirt and meticulous hair, exudes a strong air-conditioning field all over his body. And he seems to be surrounded in that layer of air-conditioning field, surrounded by people who can not be ignored.

Yan Zi Tong stands at the corner of the stairs, looking directly at him, far away is to feel his cold. The first time Yan Zi Tong saw him, what flashed through his mind was the cold and mysterious man he met in front of Ma's cemetery yesterday morning.

He Will it be the one in my mother's heart that I love all my life? Could it be the one who sent flowers to mom?

She stood at the corner of the stairs in a daze. She didn't go downstairs. She looked at him quietly, deeply and without blinking.

She couldn't figure out what he meant by "inviting" her here. One night, when he didn't show up, was he testing her patience?

It seems that he feels the line of sight projected by Yan Zi Tong. He puts down the newspaper in his hand, raises his eyes and looks towards Yan Zi Tong.

Four eyes relative, it seems that time changes some static.

His eyes were sharp and deep, like the eagle flying in the sky, like the king of hell, cold without a trace of temperature. So straight Ling looks at Yan Zi Tong.

That cold thin lip light purses, is like a abundant profit knife. He looked at her from the beginning to the end without saying a word, for a full minute.

Yan Zi Tong feels that this minute has been quite a long time, especially when she looks at her with his eyes like a knife, which gives her an invisible pressure and tension.

However, there was an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if she had known him for a long time.

When his eyes met, although there was pressure and tension, it was only a second or two.

She didn't know what it was like. It's very complicated, but there's a feeling of kindness and fraternity.

From his eyes, she felt that he had no malice towards her. Although he had a cold face, it didn't make her feel afraid.

Yan Zi Tong feels that she seems to like him. This kind of like is a subconscious like, can't help like.

This kind of love is between men and women like, but like to see their relatives like.

He looked at her faintly, then lowered his head again, his eyes fell on the newspaper, and continued to read the newspaper as if nothing had happened, as if he had not seen Yan Zi Tong at all.

Old Ou stood behind Yanzi pupil and said respectfully, "Miss Yan, master is waiting for you to have breakfast together."

Yan Zi Tong revived, turned his eyes sideways, raised a faint smile, "thank you."

"You're welcome. You should. Miss Yan, please Old Ou did a please action.

Yan Zi Tong did not immediately go downstairs, but looked around and asked Lao ou, "where's my friend?"

Old Ou raised a smile, "Young Master Yi hasn't got up yet. Miss Yan doesn't have to worry. Young Master Yi is Miss Yan's friend. That's our VIP."

VIP?

Yan Zi Tong in the heart of a cold smile, is really a little did not see that we take the appearance of VIP.

Old Ou bowed slightly at an angle of 30 degrees and continued to make a "please" gesture.

Yan Zi Tong steps down the stairs towards the restaurant.

Lao Ou helped her to open the chair, which was in the position of the man's left hand.

Yan Zi Tong is not polite. She sits down and looks directly at the man on her right.

"What would you like to eat?" The man didn't put down the newspaper in his hand, and asked Yan Zi Tong flatly.

His voice is deep and deep. As soon as he makes a sound, it gives people a sense of supremacy, just like the emperor. His majesty and solemnity coexist, but it gives people a sense of oppression.

Yan Zi Tong sits on the chair, hands folded on the dining table in front of him, beautiful eyes like crystal side looking at him.

Looking at each other in close distance did not make her have a kind of fear. On the contrary, she had a vague sense of intimacy. This kind of feeling makes her a little incredible.

She did not speak, just so calm and elegant looking at him.

Old Ou in one side, looking at Yan Zi Tong without fear of staring at his master, is really some of her courage to surprise.

He has been following the master for decades. Besides Miss Ding, Miss Yan is the second person who dares to look at the master like this and is not afraid of him at all.

It's worthy of Miss Ding's daughter, but it's not the master's daughter.

At the thought of this, old Ou's heart is a little heavy, and he feels heartache for his master.

At the beginning, how love two people, how can become now such heaven and man forever separated. What happened in those years, Miss Ding suddenly left, and the master did not go to her.If he follows the master, can he not understand the pain in the master's heart

Miss Yan doesn't look like Miss Ding, but her eyes are exactly like those printed in a mold

looking into Miss Yan's eyes, he has the feeling of seeing Miss Ding standing in front of him again

"can I have anything I want?" For a long time, Yan Zi Tong made a sound in a gentle tone with a faint smile

old Ou nodded respectfully, "OK, sir."

he put his hands on the table and looked at her indifferently. His lips were cold and he didn't speak. He just looked at her with lonely and cold eyes