Max was immediately submerged in the pink atmosphere. He struggled to look at Blake Jing among the many cute female voices calling softly, and the two big words "Help" suddenly appeared in his usually calm and dead heart.
Blake Jing stood up lightly, raised his hand and raised his glass to the person, signaling him to "come on" and then let him be drowned in pink, unable to even express a struggle.
Max looked at Blake Jing's back with a shocked expression. Far from being calm and smooth as before, he almost had his teeth polished and couldn't even say a single word. He sat upright like a student, holding himself back. He was indifferent, letting the hands stretched out from around him rub his face and the shame that was about to be broken.
Holding a cup of steaming coffee, Blake Jing walked around the store twice, and finally stood opposite a customer who had just entered, and asked in an elegant manner: "Can I sit here for a while?" With a smile in his eyes, he glanced at the playful crowd behind him: "Take shelter."
He was asking about a handsome man with long black hair, curled at the ends, and an elegant look. The reason why he frequently attracted the attention of others was not only the elegance of his behavior and the outstanding appearance, but also the fact that he was still dressed as if in this season of recovery. She is still dressed in late winter, with white fluffy earmuffs covering her ears, making people feel hot all over just looking at them.
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