C10 Coffee

"Weiwei …" Why is Weiwei in Young Master Ke's car?

He pressed the switch and the fully automatic door opened to her. He peeked inside, but there was no sign of Viv.

This man had deceived her.

While she was hesitating, the car horn sounded one after another behind her, as if it was urging her to get on the car immediately …

She didn't have time to think about it. When she thought of Weiwei, she had already embarked on that black BMW, and it was as if she was embarking on a road of no return.

The door closed automatically, and in the blink of an eye, they left the bus stop. In the reverse mirror, Mei Rong was waving and chasing after her, but the car gradually moved further and further away, turning a corner, and no longer had any trace of her …

"Where's Weiwei?" He couldn't wait to ask, he really was her Satan.

Looking at her elegant yet eager little face, he couldn't help but say to himself, "Don't worry, the child is in the warm park."

Strangely, the investigation showed that she had no feelings for Viv, except on Saturdays and Sundays, when she was sent to a kindergarten to spend the rest of the day with Viv. Why did it look like she was in a hurry right now?

"Why did you pick her up?" Kidnapping? She was penniless.

"Nothing. The child needs kinship, so I'm looking for someone to accompany her. "

"What do you want?" She felt dizzy. In the short time she had been awake, she hadn't been free for even a second.

Satan chose silence.

Her slender fingers gripped the steering wheel as she looked forward expressionlessly. Her speed slowed down as she slowly stopped in front of a coffee shop. Silently, she breathed in the silence. It seemed like neither of them wanted to break the silence.

Finally, he sighed and gracefully got off the driver's seat. He walked to the opposite side of the car and opened the door. He politely invited her, "Let's have a cup of coffee together."

She looked at his handsome, angular face, filled with an evil, gentle smile. For a moment, she was in a trance, as if he were the Lord Jesus who had come to save her. She was tired, and the holes in her heart made her want to find someone to rely on.

Then he put her on his hand.

Electric shock.

For the first time, she did not resist contact with a man's skin.

Walking beside him, they cast two shadows behind them, moving with their footsteps like dolls in a cartoon world.

The automatic door opened the moment they were about to welcome the arrival of the princes and princesses. Inside the coffee house, a dozen pairs of beautiful eyes stared directly at them.

In front of the hall, in a six-meter-wide glass mirror, he and she were walking slowly, a pale blue T-shirt trimmed with white, black jeans. At that moment, Yinyin realized that Young Master Ke's clothes were the same as hers.

Couple dress.

Sweat.

She had inadvertently picked out a set of clothes from the cupboard for the sake of travelling. How could they be so compatible with him?

"You …" It couldn't be that the clothes he chose for her were all for his partner, right?

With a somewhat proud smile, the bespectacled secretary was determined to give her a raise tomorrow.

He had also grabbed a set of glasses and put on the clothes that the secretary had reserved, but he had never thought he would choose the same one as her.

"We must agree." He explained deliberately.

Her heart was a little flustered. This congenial feeling seemed to portend something that left her a little helpless.

He chose a window seat and sat down, facing each other. Coffee and various sugars were placed in front of their respective tables.

Lowering her head, she continuously stirred the coffee in her cup with a spoon, causing ripples to form on the surface. She was so entranced that she even forgot to taste it.

"You want more sugar?" He picked up the cup and took a sip. His deep voice was like a gentle poem that woke her up from her dream.

"Nope." Her mind was still wandering. She did not understand why. In front of him, her mind would always be indecisive.

Laughing in secret, liking coffee because of its bitterness, and she, once again, was in cahoots with him.

It looked like he was very similar to her.

"When are you going to return Weiwei to me?" She sipped her coffee and thought about her. There must be a kinship between him and his child that could never be forsaken.

"That depends on your performance." Putting down the cup and folding his arms across his chest, he looked at her in amusement.

"Give the child back to me." Anger appeared in her eyes. This man, his appearance was like a savior. His heart was her curse.

He spread out his hands and said seriously, "The child is not in my hands at all." The child was not with him at the moment.

Silence.

Silence.

After a long while, she shouted, "What the hell do you want?"

Call the police? Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, but she had also rejected them countless times.

She was a mouse.

There were a lot of cats over there.

"Your performance." Again, there is no room for manoeuvre.

Performance? What was the meaning of this? He glanced at the opposite of him. He was empty-handed, but it turned out to be nothing but gold and jade. He curled his lips in disdain and joked, "Alright. "Is it a day, two days, or a month?"

As if he did not hear it, he once again chose silence and silence.

His fingers reached into his pants pocket and pulled out matches and cigars. He lit them, sucked them in, spat them out …

His eyes were misty, and his expression could not be seen. After a while, he spat out two words from the smoke ring: One year.