In the future, he will support Annan day by day, making her very happy and happy.

Lin Mubai returned from Fifth Avenue to his high-end apartment in the most prosperous area of New York.

It has been seven years since he came to the United States at the age of eighteen, and now he is twenty-five years old, and his family in China has begun to urge him to go back to inherit the family business, and he has decided to return to China in the near future.

Originally, he left the United States without any concern, but today's unexpected encounter left a ripple in his heart, so that he could no longer return to China with a heart, yes, he had worries in his heart, struggles and reluctance, and an inexplicable concern.

It's just that his ticket to return to China tomorrow has already been booked, and his family in China also knows that he will return to China tomorrow, and he can't be allowed to stay in the United States any longer.

After thinking about it, Lin Mubai had an idea in his heart, got up quickly, he came to the door of a closed room in the apartment, and pushed it open neatly.

It was a renovated studio, it was almost empty now, all the works had been packed and mailed back to China before he decided to return to China, and now there were only a few scattered sketchpads and brushes, and some paint, but these things were enough.

Unbuttoned his coat casually, took off his coat and was still on the sofa beside him, Lin Mubai sat down directly in front of the drawing board, first adjusted the paint he needed, then picked up the paintbrush and began to sketch the face in his mind on the drawing paper.

It's not a city, it's not beautiful, but it's unforgettable, that's enough.

When I put the brush down again, it was four o'clock in the morning, New York time.

On the blank drawing paper, there are now vivid figures, and on them is the beautiful shadow he met on Fifth Avenue today, with cold eyes, slender and tall figure, and excellent temperament.

His eyes gazed at the figure on the painting paper gently, and his hands touched gently, Lin Mubai's movements were as if he was not just a painting in front of him at this time, but a real person in front of him.

Reluctantly withdrawing his hand, Lin Mubai picked up the pen again, and without hesitation, he wrote the words 'MyLove-AN' in the upper left corner of the drawing paper

After writing, Lin Mubai put down the brush in his hand with satisfaction, found his mobile phone, turned on the camera function, and recorded the bright characters on the drawing board in his mobile phone forever, and he did not hesitate to set the photo as his secret protection.

After doing this, Lin Mubai, who didn't look at the current time at half past four in the morning, directly opened the address book, found the number of the recent call and dialed back.

After the phone was connected, an angry male voice immediately came: "Lin Dashao, you are doing well, so let's look at the time." "Why did you call him at four o'clock in the morning, did you tell him to get up and go to the toilet, Lin Dashao had such a bad taste.

Lin Mubai did not feel guilty for a moment because of the other party's anger, but directly ordered: "I'll wait for a photo to be sent to you, you give me to find someone, Annan, female, 28 years old, Chinese." After speaking, he hung up the phone neatly, and then sent the photo he had just taken on his phone to WeChat.

Han Xiayang, who was hung up by Lin Dashao, sat directly on the bed stupidly, first using his left little thumb to search for his left ear, and then using his right little thumb to search for his right ear, and then sat on the bed and said to himself: "I heard me right, woman?" Lin Dashao actually asked me to find a woman, no, I must still be dreaming. ”