When Narino Retsu wanted to say something, the maid with blond hair and blue eyes came out holding the phone and said in French that Qian'er couldn't understand: "Master, your phone number."
Qian'er was holding a beautiful tea cup, drinking scented tea and delicious snacks, regardless of what Narino Retsu was saying.
Narino Retsu sat down and talked at first, but later, fearing that it would bore her, he stood up, walked to the white railing in front of the door, and continued talking non-stop. He spoke English quickly and urgently.
Qian'er took out her painting tools from her big backpack.
I can't help but describe the beautiful scenery in front of me.[
When she was at the airport, she was a little confused and didn't know where to go.
Then, his appearance was like a beacon for her.
Both happy and scared.
After being caught by him, he escorted her onto the plane without any explanation. At that time, she was still sitting beside him stupidly. She slept until the plane landed, and then she realized that she was obviously sitting in first class, instead of being on a private plane.
A beautiful sea of flowers gradually emerged in her brush, and there was a man as beautiful as an angel on it, without sunglasses.
She drew Chengye Lie's eyes very vividly, and even his evil smile was so realistic.
Qian'er didn't even have to look at him to draw a picture of him.
"What are you drawing?" Narino Retsu's voice sounded.
Qian'er quickly blocked the painting with her body, preventing him from seeing it.
Chengye Lie was surprised, picked her up, then took off the sunglasses on her nose, half-squinted his eyes, and said appreciatively: "Little one, it turns out you are quite talented in this area."
In just half an hour, she had almost completed a painting, but she just didn't paint it.
He grabbed it and said domineeringly: "The painting is me, right? Well, not bad, just treat it as a gift to me and confiscate it!"
Qian'er was dumbfounded: "Well, I didn't say I wanted to give it to you. This is my own."
He shook his head, rolled it up, held it in his hand, and said proudly and domineeringly: "You painted me, didn't you?"
She nodded.
Lie Shao smiled evilly: "Since the painting is of me, it is a gift to me, so it is confiscated."
Qian'er said: "It hasn't been colored yet, so it's useless if you take it."
He didn't want to be fooled: "It doesn't matter, because you painted me so beautifully, I'll treat you to a candlelight dinner tonight."
Uh-huh, candlelight dinner?[
She said in embarrassment: "Actually, you don't have to worry about me. If you have something to do, just go and do it yourself. I can just stay here by myself. This place is beautiful, and I will feel very happy alone."
He leaned down, holding the white round table with one hand, close to her face, and said with a half-smile: "What do you think I should be busy with?"
The warm breath blew on her face, and Qian'er's entire face became hot. She avoided his beautiful and clear eyes, and was so nervous that she didn't know what to say.
She was afraid of him approaching like this. Every time, she would get nervous and have dry mouth, and she didn't know what to do.
The tip of his nose lightly touched the tip of hers, and she opened her eyes nervously. She accidentally bumped into his beautiful eyes, and could clearly see her frightened reflection.
Lie Shao's eyes were full of a deep smile, and even his voice couldn't hide the smile: "Huh?" This little thing is really cute, any emotion is shown on his face, so why is he indulging in love?