The Queen of Gossip

Su Wanqing let out a long sigh of relief, her tense body finally relaxed a little, and sighed, "Thank you."

In the following time, Luo Mingxuan really followed the etiquette. Even if he showed excessive concern, he tried his best to cover it up, and he did not touch him too intimately.

When they arrived at the resort hot spring halfway up the mountain, they joined Xiao Yan, Tang Niange, and Chu Hong. They first had a meal, and then went to the hot spring to relax.

Throughout the day, everyone had a happy smile on their face.Even Luo Mingxuan was no exception.

In the end, Luo Mingxuan drove Su Wanqing back to Su Jiuge's apartment by himself.

The moment he got out of the car, Luo Mingxuan stopped her, his dark blue eyes were filled with unconcealed emotions, and his voice was very soft: "Wan Qing, don't forget what you promised me."

At that moment, Su Wanqing felt a little unbearable in her heart, she was deceiving, but he was full of expectations.

"Yeah." She nodded, not daring to look him in the eyes, she turned her head and left, leaving only a polite goodbye.

After returning to the room, Su Wanqing slammed the door shut, and threw herself on the soft bed, looking up at the roof for a long, long time.

*

Early the next morning, Su Wanqing dragged the salute prepared last night, and set off on the international flight to Rome, Italy, with Xiao Yan, Chu Zihan and his party.

The plane was in the air for about ten hours, and it was already night when it arrived at the destination.Finally, several people stayed at the most famous Milan Townhouse Galleria Hotel in Italy.

Because this trip has received a large amount of money from SRTWR Entertainment, the living conditions of several people are also top-notch.

Su Wanqing, Chu Zihan, and Xiao Han each had a room, while Tang Niange and Chu Hong shared a standard room.

After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.Su Wanqing wasn't sleepy yet, and she felt bored when she was alone in the hotel room, so she picked up a travel guide on the bedside table and studied it carefully.

1000 meters north of the Townhouse Galleria Hotel in Milan where she lived, there is a ruins of an ancient Roman complex.

Su Wanqing got interested, changed into a simple T-shirt and jeans, ordered a taxi at the door of the hotel, and went out.

After a while, they reached their destination.

Su Wanqing was shocked by the grand scene in front of her.

The towering buildings towering into the clouds, as if to penetrate the sky to glimpse the secrets of heaven; the majestic palace main corridor stretches to the far end, and all you can see are gorgeous enamel painted window lattices and lifelike marble reliefs, Like Rodin's hand, like Michelle's soul, like Da Vinci's aura, like Raphael's free and easy...

Su Wanqing's soul seemed to be called from the ancient times. It turned out that this is the power of art, which is a kind of spiritual tempering that is close to the sacred.

She walked along the promenade of the ancient building complex, watching and taking pictures, with a long-lost fresh smile on her face.

She forgot the time and the space, so she wandered in the buildings of the ancient ruins, not knowing where she was going.

The sky is high, a dark blue.

Su Wanqing felt that her eyes were greatly enjoyed, she turned around with a small smile, and suddenly only felt a crisp sound under her feet.

"Huh? I seem to have stepped on something?" Su Wanqing squatted down suspiciously, removed her feet wearing flat shoes, and saw a few pieces of stone clothing that seemed to be painted with enamel.