Chapter 837

Smith chose a window seat on the first floor. They arrived in advance and waited there.

The four people only ordered drinks and quietly waited for the author of the meteorite.

Suddenly, they heard a burst of discussion.

A faint exclamation came.

"How handsome!"

"... huh?"

Smith guessed Yantao's coming when he heard the sound, but he knew very well how charming Yantao was.

The four men couldn't help turning their eyes.

He saw a young man in white walking towards the cafe with one hand in his pocket.

Wearing sunglasses, the boy covered most of his face, but he couldn't cover up his jade like temperament.

The people in the cafe couldn't help but cast amazing eyes. Young master Yan smiled and his thin lips were aroused. Suddenly, there was a soul-stirring charm.

"The boy's temperament is simply excellent. He can be an entertainment star."

"Yes."

The four people were discussing enthusiastically, but they saw the boy coming straight to them.

Huh?

What the hell?

Master Yan moved his long legs, directly picked the position next to Smith, sat down and snapped his fingers, "waiter, have a glass of water."

"Yes, sir."

The waiter quickly brought up a glass of water and happened to meet Yan Tao. He took off his sunglasses and showed a perfect and impeccable face.

The part-time waiter blushed: God, how can there be such a beautiful person?

Master Yan raised his eyebrows. She took the water cup from the girl's hand and smiled at her. "Thank you."

When the young man smiled, his eyebrows and eyes bent, as if they were like a God. His matchless face was rippling with a light smile, and his peach blossom eyes were clear and bright.

The waiter covered his chest: don't laugh, I'll suffocate if I laugh again!

How handsome!

The waiter floated away like a sleepwalker.

Yantao sat on the throne like a master, and the four people opposite looked at each other.

Mike Wen, the representative of European Q company, said calmly, "children, are you sitting in the wrong place?"

Yan Tao's plain white fingers held the water cup. His face was cold and noble, "go to the wrong place?"

"Yes, we are waiting."

Yan Tao: "aren't you waiting for me?"

Qian He, the director of Huaguo Qihai music company, looked at the boy opposite.

In my opinion, they are all rich second-generation teenagers with the appearance of your childe.

Extremely noble.

But definitely not the old man who made the meteorite.

Just as they were about to issue an eviction order, they suddenly saw the boy bumping into Smith, who closed his eyes and rested. "Don't sleep, old man, get up and work."

Smith was going crazy with laughter!

Cough! Cough!

Serious!

He opened his eyes and pretended that I had just woke up. "Ah, Yan, you are here? When did you arrive?"

Yan Tao's face was expressionless and handsome. He disliked opening his mouth: "his acting skills are boastful and negative."

Smith coughed twice, and then told the other side, "this is the pianist who played the meteorite in the video."

"Oh, no wonder I look familiar..."

"It was him..."

In the video of "star meteorite", the young piano player who plays piano music is also extremely excellent. In time, he will be able to grow into a piano player.

The four people were just about to shake hands with Yan Tao. The bad hearted Smith continued, "he is also the songwriter of star meteorite, Yan Tao."

What, what?!

In front of me, the beautiful boy who can't look at 16 or 17 is the author of star meteorite?

Mike shook his head again and again. "Mr. Smith, please don't joke with us."