Song Shijun said, " to think that I even got the waiter to buy you a cake. &Quot;
Only then did han qiqing realize that he was holding a box in his hand. She immediately beamed. &Quot; that good? " Thanks!"
Song Shijun found a spot in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a good view and moved the chair and table over.
He put the cake down, fumbled around in the refrigerator, and took out some beer.
After thinking for a while, she called the waiter and asked for some snacks.
After waiting for a while, han qiqing didn't come out.
He stuck his head out and asked, " qiqing, what are you doing? "
"Wait, what's the rush!" Han qiqing's voice came from the toilet.
Song Shijun felt that something was amiss and walked over.
Knock knock knock
The sound of knocking on the door almost scared han qiqing.
With a guilty expression, she asked, " w-what are you doing?! &Quot;