Chapter 18 It's just not as handsome as me

As night fell, the sky gradually closed back to the last rays of light, and the bright stars dotted the dark sky.

Yan You opened her sleepy eyes and looked out the window in a daze, this sleep was the most restful sleep she had since she returned to China.

'Click', the door opened lightly, Ange entered the door and saw Yanyou sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, and said with a smile: "Wake up, go and freshen up, see your saliva is a pillow." ”

Yan You was embarrassed, subconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had been tricked.

Anger smiled and looked at Yan You as he glared into the bathroom.

It wasn't until Yanyou closed the door that the smile on the corner of Ange's lips slowly converged, and his eyes flashed thoughtfully.

...。

"Boss, Miss Yanyou's specific location now is in the fence garden outside the suburbs. Do we want to go now? Candice looked back at the man in the back seat and said cautiously.

The man didn't say a word, his deep eyes were pressed against a certain direction point in front of the car, and his whole body exuded low cold air pressure, and the driver and secretary Candice in front of him even became extremely careful about breathing.

After a long time, Mo Yishen lightly opened his thin lips and spit out two words coldly: "Drive." ”

...。

"Anger, have you arrived?"

"It's almost time, don't open your eyes." Anger covered Yanyou's eyes and led her into the hall.

"Don't open your eyes, sit down." Aang let go of Yanyou, pulled open the stool and gently pressed her to sit down.

Picking up the napkin and laying it out for her very gentlemanly, Anger walked around and sat down opposite Yanyou.

After being quiet for a moment, Yan You couldn't resist his curiosity and quietly opened his dark eyes.

What caught his eye was Anger's handsome and gentle smile stained by candlelight, looking at the tempting steak on the plate, Yan You was stunned for a moment, and then grinned at him.

"Laughing at what?"

Yan You shook his head, his eyes were bright, and he smiled: "It's so fragrant, can you eat it?" ”

"Hmm."

After the meal, in the courtyard

The dark sky is full of stars, the evening breeze blows, and the begonia flowers by the pool are scattered.

Yan You swayed gently on the swing, watching Anger engrossed in scribbling on the drawing board.

Time passed silently, and before I knew it, I had been sitting for two hours.

Yan You's back stiffened slightly, but he still stayed by his side without saying a word.

I have to admit that Anger's works are very good, and painting is an indispensable part of his life.

Looking at his handsome side face, Yan You remembered the scene when he first met him.

At that time, she had just arrived in Paris, she was unfamiliar with the place, and it was very difficult to deal with language problems, not to mention that she left home with a resentment towards Yi Jin.

Wandering alone in a strange city, there is a feeling of isolation and helplessness, even so, but the stubborn character of Ke Yan does not allow himself to bow his head.

It happened to be a weekend, and Yanyou rode his bicycle to the lakeside of the campus.

Seeing that the surroundings were quiet, the scenery was beautiful, and no one disturbed him, Yan You relieved himself to remove the drawing board and began to paint.

sat stupidly for a few hours, but what she drew was the person who made her heart ache faintly - Yi Jin.

The sky gradually changed, and Ange, who had woken up from sleep behind the tree, looked at the girl who was still sitting by the lake, and the corners of his lips hooked up a wicked smile, and shook his head helplessly.

Knuckles are distinct, slender fingers, a handful of sketch paper from the drawing board, "Yo. Tsk, the painting skills are good, but this person is not as handsome as me, haha. ”

Yan You was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, and raised his eyes to look at the tall man in front of him who looked like a hero, with a perfectly sharp oriental face, thick sword eyebrows, a straight nose, and thin lips.