In the morning, the scenery inside and outside the small western-style building is filmed, which has the delicacy in the garden and the grandeur in the small western-style building.

I have to say that the Frank Liu found by Yan Lou won Bai Qingling's favor.

His exquisite technique when using the camera and his fluent French language really convinced Miss Bai.

Although the weather is getting cooler, Frank Liu suggests that Miss Bai take some photos with late autumn feelings.

In the afternoon, Yan Lou arranged for the coachman to take Frank Liu and Bai Qingling to photograph the fallen leaves.

She was very happy, her eyebrows raised with happiness, "You really can't go?" Listen to Frank Liu say that the fallen leaves on Sanma Road are beautiful. ”

"Come later." Yan Lou glanced at the coachman in front of him, "Drive slowly." ”

Watching the car leave the White Mansion, he lit a cigarette in the garden, and did not smoke it, but only held it in his hand and stood there.

Under the fallen leaves, the wind and smoke are confused.

It's not a good day for photos.

Bai Qingling and his entourage arrived at Sanma Road, sat in the car, and watched the swirling fallen leaves being swept up by the wind, not beautiful or sad.

She thought through the window.

If she were wearing a crimson dress and standing under the tree, she would be caught in the middle of the fallen leaves, making a spinning top that was spun by the yellow leaves.

It has nothing to do with modern beauty.

Bai Qingling shook his head and cleared the picture in his mind.

"The weather is not good, the wind is blowing, and the posture can't be stopped for a while, let's go back." She said.

Frank Liu still wanted to insist on waiting, and after asking the eldest lady, he opened the car door and stood under the tree for a while.

It's a pity that the modern beret didn't intend to wait for the scenery with him, and resolutely left him under the whirling wind.

So Bai Qingling sat in the car through the window, watching the light above his head, four long scattered hairs flying in the cold wind.

She snorted, and then felt out of place, so she cleared her throat.

When the coachman saw this, he couldn't help but smile and endure hardship.

Outside the car, Frank Liu ran after his hat for a while, but he couldn't chase anymore, and returned to the car with a sad look and a hint of embarrassment.

When he turned around, Bai Qingling didn't look at the top of his head, trying to find a place on his face that could be seen.

"I'm sorry Mi Sibai, it's windy today, it's really not suitable for taking pictures, wait for Misteryan to have time another day, and take some beautiful photos together."

"Hmm."

Bai Qingling's eyes stared at the blank space on his face and answered, and when he turned around, he was secretly glad that his father left Yan Lou, not just a cat or a dog.

Ask yourself, if Yan Lou was like this, even if he was a man full of talent and supreme ability, she wouldn't want it.

She would rather throw away the handsome seal and hold on to her money and be an old girl.

Fortunately, Yan Lou is a beautiful man.

The three of them drove back in a car, and on the way, Frank Liu got out of the car in advance, said goodbye and left in a hurry.

When the person walked away, Bai Qingling breathed a sigh of relief and said to the coachman, "Go back to the Bai Mansion." ”

The coachman left her in the garden outside the small bungalow and went to park the car alone.

Although the photo was not taken, it was still happy for a while.

She stepped on her high heels, walked leisurely towards the small western-style building, walked a few steps, and when she saw the people in the living room clearly, her pace sped up a little.

The pace, even with the strength of anger.