The boss of fast time travel said that I am sweeter than sugar

Chapter 20
Qing Huan elegantly placed the white porcelain cup on the table, out of tune with the scene next to her, playing with her shiny fingers, and tilted her head as if she didn't know much about the world.

He chuckled lightly, without fear, but with a hint of threat: "Don't you dare? Why wouldn't I dare?"

Lin Xiaoling rushed forward like crazy to catch Qing Huan: "Yun Qinghuan! I want you to die!"

It wasn't until the security guards arrived that this farce finally came to an end. Lin Xiaoling was dragged out of the teahouse by the security guards, while Qing Huan, like a normal person, changed her seat and continued to drink Her tea, thinking about her business.

"Yun Qinghuan?"

About half an hour later, Qing Huan was still sitting in the teahouse drinking tea, but suddenly there was a voice calling her name behind her, with a hint of doubt, as if she was not sure.

The person behind him was wearing a black windbreaker, a milky white turtleneck sweater, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, chestnut brown broken hair, and a smile that was easy to get close to.

Talking to Qing Huan in a questioning tone.

"Can I sit here?"

Although he didn't know who this person was, since he was a stranger, Qing Huan had no reason to let him sit down, after all, there were still many vacant seats here.

But the man who acted inexplicably had a smiling face, so Qing Huan couldn't be so blunt when he refused.

So he put down the white porcelain cup with some embarrassment, and said, "Sorry, I already have someone here."

The man shrugged helplessly: "If that's the case, forget it."

The man only asked if he could sit down in this seat, but he didn't even introduce himself, and he didn't sit down after Qing Huan refused.

The man was not in a hurry to leave either, he smiled lightly and said again: "May I take the liberty to ask, who are you waiting for?"

Qing Huan opened her eyes and said nonsense: "I'm waiting for my mother, she has gone to the car to get something, and she will be here soon."

The man slightly raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes fell on Qing Huan, and he pursed his lips, probably thinking about his words: "Your clothes look good, and so do you."

Qing Huan nodded to express her gratitude: "Thank you, your clothes look good too, but I think it might be a little hot."

On a day in June, but wearing a coat and a turtleneck sweater, it will be a bit hot.

The man smiled slightly, and shook his head helplessly: "Maybe a little, but I don't really feel it, thank you for reminding me."

Qing Huan saw that he had no intention of getting into the topic, so she chased after him: "Do we know each other?"

If he didn't know him, then this person wouldn't have called Qing Huan's name when he came in. It can be seen that his target is Qing Huan, but now he avoids talking about it. It's really difficult not to doubt the reason.

The man showed a slightly puzzled expression: "Well, I probably don't know him."

This answer was really interesting, and it made Qing Huan want to clarify this matter.

"Don't know?" Qing Huan's words sound simple, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is a threat mixed in it.

The man still shook his head in denial: "I don't know, could it be..."

Raising his eyes, he met Qing Huan's inquisitive eyes, and connected the second half of the sentence that was broken and unfinished just now: "Do you know me?"

Qing Huan finally brought a trace of truth into this fake smile, but this smile was not born for laughing: "Heh, if I knew you, why don't you pretend here? Wasn't it you who called my name just now? Don't know me?" ?”

The man seemed to prefer the action of pursing his lips. At this moment, he pursed his lips again, and finally said, "Maybe you heard it wrong?"

It seemed that this man didn't intend to reveal himself anymore, so Qing Huan knew that even if he continued to ask, it would be meaningless.

(End of this chapter)