Ming Rufeng became extremely shocked for a second: "Are you sick?" ”

"It's not what you think."

Mo Zhibing lowered her eyes, and she didn't want to say the specific reason.

At lightning speed, he walked up to her and grabbed her hand tightly, not letting go.

"You let go."

Ming Rufeng didn't want to let go, but stubbornly pulled her forward.

"Tell me, what's wrong with you?"

"That's it, it's just that there are bad people who have done things to me and my body, but fortunately, my dad has a doctor friend who saw the clue, so that's why—" Mo Zhibing's warm little face was pressed against the white shirt in front of him, and his voice trembled slightly.

"What did someone do to you?"

The little girl's hand grabbed him coldly, and suddenly raised her eyelashes that accounted for the tears, "There is such a villain!" I hate him to death, so I don't want to be in Paris again. ”

"It's okay, it's okay......"

He whispered comfort, as if he had recovered a lost treasure.

As if finding a comfortable position, Mo Zhibing leaned lightly in front of him.

Tears rolled down.

"Don't cry, sit down first, I'll get you some coffee."

Ming Rufeng embarrassedly pressed her on the chair.

I was just teasing her.

Mo Zhibing nodded his little nose, took his hand and looked up at the handsome man, and asked in a timid voice, "Can I still live in your house?" ”

"Welcome—"

"I can pay you the rent and give it to you when my comics sell." The little girl's face was plenish, and she was slightly shy.

Where she needs to pay the rent.

However, Ming Rufeng felt that at this stage, the relationship between the two of them should not be pressured before the relationship was not clear enough, and he pretended to think about it as if he was contemplative, and then suddenly smiled: "You can use labor to resist." ”

"Labor?" The girl blinked in confusion.

"That's right! Let's say you're in charge of dinner at home. ”

"But I don't know how to cook." The girl was honest.

Ming Rufeng smiled, touched his chin and thought about it, "Then you will mop the floor, right?" ”

The girl shook her head again, "No. ”

The ground won't be cleaned?

It can't even be tidying up your home, right?

"Then you'll be in charge of tidying up your home during the day."

"How...... Tidy up? "She really hasn't done it.

Ming Rufeng patted his forehead, suddenly like a dream.

He got the news from the embassy before that this girl came from a middle-class family in Paris, and she said that the middle class was a little modest.

It is said that her father ran a haute couture clothing company.

The products are sold all over the world.

In this way, the girl is the Lord of service at home.

When you go to his house, you can't let her suffer hardship.

Let's take care of the housework ourselves!

Who told him to pick up a delicate little princess?

You can't let her follow him, and she will be doing endless housework every day.

Wait a minute...... What did she just say?

Caricature?

Ming Rufeng pulled a chair and sat down in front of her, "You can draw?" ”

"Oh, yes."

"Comics? Is there a company that has signed up? ”

"Yes," the girl scratched her head embarrassedly, "I haven't painted for a long time, and I don't know if it's good or not, but don't expect me to make a lot of money." ”

Ming Rufeng glanced at her sketchbook and took it.

I saw the sketchbook sketch the rough lines around the café set, as well as the stop-and-go cars and the surging crowds on the road next to it......

Beautiful!

"It seems that Jade Media has basic girl-based comics, as well as adult women's publications, maybe he will like your scene-based comics."

Mo Zhibing's eyes lit up: "Really? ”

"You have to have faith in your paintings! The drawing is not bad. ”

Laughing, Ming Rufeng put down the sketchbook and got up, "Are you hungry?" By the way, have you eaten? ”