The flash flashed continuously, and the young girl sitting on the stage was indifferent and honest. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 There is tenderness in the eyes, and the red lips are curved with happiness.

"Oh my God, Luna, is Cecilia admitted?" Li Shi's mouth opened wide in surprise.

Luna is much calmer than her, as the closest assistant, even if Lin Luo didn't say it directly, she couldn't hide the look she had when she called these days. It's just a little pity in their hearts, they all think that the boss can go on with Wang Yichen! This is not something they should consider, well, it seems that everyone needs to prepare for a visa to China.

Lin Luo stood up and bowed to the reporters in the audience, "Thank you for supporting my show today, I have prepared some small gifts, remember to go to the staff at the door to pick them up when you leave the venue in a while." ”

The press conference ended, but the "news" had just begun. Lin Luo could even think of the pages full of gossip and photos, but she didn't care about them. When I was a little girl, I secretly liked the common saying, and secretly dated for fear of being discovered by my parents. At the time, I thought it was novel and interesting, but now I don't want to live like that anymore. Now I and Chang Yan are no longer unknown children. Life is already restrained enough, so why bother to wronged yourself emotionally and sneakily.

In the early autumn, Paris has not yet been dyed with a large area of yellow. The towering trees on the side of the road are covered with half-yellow, half-green leaves, and the tram makes a "rustling" sound as it passes by. In the bars everywhere, white-haired grandfathers and grandmothers bask in the sun with the newspapers of the day. The smell of coffee spreads to the street with the laughter of the shopkeeper......

Lin Luo took off her sunglasses, looked at the narrow alley in front of her, and shook her head helplessly. In the past, he once laughed at Wang Yichen as a "cunning rabbit three holes", as long as it was a famous city in Europe, he had a small nest. And what he prefers the most is this kind of old house, which is the "demolition area" in the eyes of domestic urban management. The artist's ideas are always so different, and he is also a well-known designer, but every time he faces him, he can't help but feel like a layman.

She stood outside the courtyard and looked down at the small villa, which was not too big. Towering trees were planted along the fence, and small flowers of unknown species bloomed in the flower beds. There were a few half-painted paintings at the door, standing diagonally. She had already found three places, and this was the last house she knew of Wang Yichen in Paris. It's not as good as City B, if he really hides, he really can't do anything about it.

Wang Yichen was also standing behind the curtain on the second floor at this time, looking at her...... A middle-aged Frenchwoman knocked lightly on the door, "Young Master, you have a guest visiting." ”

She waited quietly outside the door for Wang Yichen's reply, and she was also a little apprehensive. This is the house that the Wang family bought when they just started in Europe, and the family has always disliked outsiders coming in. However, she remembered that she had seen this girl, on the young master's painting. That summer, the young master had just won an international design award, but the old gentleman was not happy and asked him to return to England immediately. The good-tempered young master since he was a child confronted his stubborn grandfather on the phone for the first time. That night, just like last night, he came here out of nowhere and locked himself in his room and painted all night. And the person in the painting is the beautiful oriental girl at the door.

After a long time, there was a sigh from the door, "Let her in, wait for me in the living room downstairs." ”

"Okay. She answered softly.

This is also the first time Lin Luo has come here, and the Wang family is one of the few big families that has truly integrated into the upper European families. The Wang family has been in Britain for decades, and many members of the family have married British nobles, and even their daughters have married into the world's three major families. Such a family not only continues the old-fashioned rules of the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, but also has the etiquette of the ancient European family, which can be said to be quite taboo. Lin Luo knows this very well, so she rarely goes to Wang Yichen's place to play over the years, and most of them meet in the studio or bar.

She took a sip of the fine porcelain cup. It may be that the decoration in the house is too quaint, so that the people in it are unconsciously settled.

On the second floor, there was a creak of a wooden door opening, followed by an unhurried sound of going downstairs. Lin Luo tilted his head and looked at Wang Yichen who was holding a scroll in his hand. He was still wearing a simple white shirt, just like he had when he sat in the classroom to help her make up for her lessons.

"Coming?" he smiled, his soft tone and gentle appearance, as before. "Come, Xiaoluo, look at this picture I made. I thought about it all night yesterday, and I didn't know how to make this fountain so beautiful. You've got the most ideas, you show me. He carefully unfolded the scroll in his hand, which showed the blueprint of a European-style villa.

Lin Luo just glanced at it, didn't say anything, and clenched the cup in his hand tightly. She closed her eyes and slowly opened them again.

"You're going back to England?"

Wang Yichen was still looking at the scroll in his hand, and his expression didn't even change at all. Both of them knew what Lin Luo's "back to the UK" meant. He often went back to England to see his parents and family, but this time it was different. And the design drawings in his hand are the new residence that his grandfather prepared for him early. A place to live for the new successor of the Wang family, rather than a young master of the Wang family who can live in his parents' house.

"Yes, I'm going back. His tone was flat, as if he were repeating an inconsequential matter.

Lin Luo's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, but she never let the tears fall.

"Do you remember? When I was a junior. According to a friend, if you climb to the top of the city where you are studying before graduation, you will not be able to graduate. I'm not convinced, I have to drag you and Li Shi to climb the duomo together. Li Shi was reluctant, she said she wanted to return to China as soon as possible. You said you weren't afraid, you accompanied me. Lin Luo looked straight at him, "That day, we stood at the highest point in Milan. You say that one day you want to build a building more famous than Duomo, and you want to have tall buildings with your name engraved on them in every country. This day hasn't come yet, are you going to give up?"

He put the scroll away, spread his hands, and looked at the tiny scars that had been cut on it as he cut the raw materials. "Xiaoluo, there are many helpless people. ”

Lin Luo didn't want to hear him say this, he was so good, he was the god in the hearts of many juniors. He smiled a second ago and asked himself what kind of fountain he should put in the villa.

"Is it because of me?" the tears still couldn't help but slide down.

Her eyes were red and she looked so pitiful. He knew that she was feeling sorry for herself. Wang Yichen took out a square towel from his pocket and carefully wiped the tears on Lin Luo's face.

"Little Luo...... I also have my responsibilities. ”