Amorous Shaodong's Butler

Chapter 135

He's engaged, but it's not Ai Er, whom he likes, but a woman he has never met before. He doesn't want to know what this woman looks like at all, he just knows that he is fulfilling the obligation of being a child, Get married, and then carry on the family line.

"You still like smoking so much!" A nice girl rang behind him, he turned around and saw her face clearly, round, sweet and round, with smooth and delicate skin that could almost be squeezed out of water. The eyes that stared at him were still as innocent as before. She was wearing a lavender evening dress, which wrapped her round body just right.is her?Ai Yang's heart was suffocated. When she got engaged just now, the other party was indeed wearing a purple evening dress.

He walked out of the shadows and circled the field for a week, wanting to veto his judgment, but she chuckled in his ears: "I know you didn't look at my face! You are still as indifferent as half a year ago, indifferent to the things around you !" She spoke faintly, and her light voice seemed to be sighing, which didn't match the youthful and willful look on her face.

Ai Yang didn't speak, and slowly lowered his eyes, wanting to study the face of the woman in front of him like studying ancient porcelain.

half year ago.

Harvard University, USA.

It had just rained in the early morning, the weather was gray, and there were still small puddles on the ground. Girls in their 20s rushed to the path in the forest. They were in their [-]s, with long hair and casual and handsome clothes. Holding a thick stack of books in his hands, he was a little panting from running.Today's class belongs to the toughest teacher Dick. She has been late for his class twice. If it happened again, she didn't dare to think about it. Seconds hit a man.

"Shit!" She growled impatiently. After cursing in English was not enough, she added another sentence: "Damn..." Before she could say the following words, she froze suddenly, because the man in front of her was from the East, so of course he The possibility of being Chinese is not ruled out. If she said such an ugly word... She wrinkled her nose embarrassingly, and spit out the following words: "What!" The tone was weird, although it was a bit reluctant, but at least she kept her face.

"Sorry..." The man in front of him apologized in a low voice, his pure and soft voice was quiet and far away, and slowly murmured the endless waiting, as if the call came from a distant dream, it was so beautiful and sad, so soul-stirring, so nice that she couldn't help but repeat it again Looking up at the man, the man in front of him is a standard oriental man, with a height of 1.8 meters 1.5, she is only 1.6 meters [-], even if he is on high heels, he is only [-] meters [-], it is simply a mountain, handsome The face, with slightly frowned brows and a pair of deep and introverted eyes, seems to contain incomparable power, as stable as a mountain, as deep as the sea, and a gentle smile on the lips but so light and indifferent, like floating clouds in the sky, you can see I can't catch it.

But... There seems to be a kind of loneliness in his calm and introverted eyes, which contrasts with the gentle smile on his face, making him look even more fascinating. He must be a man with a story!She thought vaguely.

"Are you Chinese?" she asked in Chinese.

Ai Yang was startled, nodded and smiled indifferently, he stood aside, let out the corridor, and said softly: "Please!"

She was surprised that he was really a Chinese, and he was also a Chinese with a sexy voice. She stepped forward with a smile and stretched out her little hand: "My name is Mobile, may I ask the name of the sir!"

Ai Yang raised her eyebrows lazily, and looked at her carefully. She has a round face, a rare natural apple red on her cheeks, big eyes, an upturned nose, and a small mouth like a cherry. She is not beautiful. Especially in the United States where there are big breasts and tall stature everywhere, her small stature has a strange oriental beauty.Mobile, he chewed the name carefully, an authentic Chinese name, he didn't want to see anything from China!He instinctively avoided it, turned around and looked away.

Mo Beier was stunned, it was the first time she encountered such a stalemate, she refused to admit defeat and blocked her body in front of him.

Ai Yang raised his eyes, the corners of his lips were still smiling, but his eyes suddenly became sharp, now his patience is very poor, it is best not to be provoked by anyone!But unfortunately, Mobel is the kind of person who doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back. Holding a heavy book in one hand, she stretched out her little hand again: "My name is Mobel, may I ask your name!" This time, she The tone was aggravated, and I believe anyone could hear the displeasure in her mouth.

The polite smile on the corner of his lips finally disappeared, Ai Yang raised his eyes impatiently, his big hand was still hanging under his body, without the slightest intention to shake hands with her.

"Excuse me, miss, did I hurt you?" He said lightly, his voice still sexy.

"No!" Mobel shook her head.

"So it was I who stained your clothes?" He was still polite.

"No!" Mobile continued to shake her head.

"Then did I say too modestly just now?" He frowned slightly.

"Not bad!"

"Then please get out of the way!" The tone was suddenly cold, and the eyes were suddenly sharp, as if in an instant, the gentle and elegant person in front of him suddenly turned into a demon.

Mo Belle was stunned, not knowing how to speak, but just looked at him with extremely innocent eyes.

His body crossed indifferently, and Ai Yang left.His heart is still closed, and he doesn't want to have any communication with any woman.

Mobile sighed softly, what kind of man is he, with a gentle smile on his face, but sharp eyes, lonely and lonely.She watched his back gradually go away until he disappeared.

"Oops!" She exclaimed, and finally remembered that there was still Professor Spicy's class to attend. She raised her leg, and a shiny thing on the side of the road caught her eyes. It was a Nokia mobile phone, a style five years ago. , somewhat stale.

She stepped forward, picked it up, and examined it carefully. There was a photo of a girl on it. The girl was not beautiful but she had an impulse to get close to her, especially her pair of big eyes, which were very expressive.

"Is it his?" She muttered to herself, but after seeing the time clearly, she rushed towards the classroom.

Dick is Ai Yang's only friend in the United States, not related to business, not related to family, just a simple friend.Dick is in his 30s, 1.9 meters tall, giving people a sense of oppression, with sharp and serious dark brown eyes. He doesn't feel like a professor at this famous university, but an Italian mafia. When he looks at you without saying a word, it will give you a cold feeling like being in hell.At this moment, he stared seriously at the small Chinese woman in front of him, expressing his dissatisfaction in a chattering voice.Mo Belle closed her eyes and lowered her eyebrows, listened attentively, and strived for a good attitude, so that this class would not fail so quickly.

The phone rang, which added to Dick's dissatisfaction. He gave Mo Belle a cold look, and intuitively felt that the Chinese girl was hopeless, and left angrily.

"Hey..." She wanted to stop Dick, but was distracted by the ringing of the phone, and answered the phone impatiently.

"Hello!" She said impatiently, the other party was a pleasant voice full of magnetism, which reminded her intuitively of those lonely eyes.

"It's you!" She exclaimed, she spoke in a good mood, and quickly recovered from the embarrassment just now.

"Okay, see you at the coffee shop on the east side of the school tonight, I'll bring it to you!" She nodded cheerfully, excited for one more chance to meet the handsome guy.

"Thank you!" The tone on the other end of the phone was polite and distant, as if it was just a polite thank you.Even so, Mobile still said happily: "You're welcome!"

On the other end of the phone, Ai Yang frowned tightly and closed the phone. The young voice made him feel a little dazed for a moment. Is it Ai'er?He smiled wryly, laughing at his own stupidity, when he helped Hao Ziye get rid of Ding Yaran and left in such a cool way, he shouldn't have fantasies about Ai'er anymore!He drank the red wine in one gulp, feeling a little helpless looking at this bustling world that bored him.

The coffee shop at the east gate of the university serves almost all students, all of them have young and youthful smiles on their faces, and the sunshine makes Ai Yang jealous.He crossed his hands in front of him, staring blankly at the steaming coffee in the white porcelain cup in front of him, his eyes once again appeared lonely.

"The coffee won't taste good when it's cold!" The female voice was like the chirping of an oriole, youthful, happy and full of vigor, Ai Yang raised her eyes, narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at Mo Belle in front of her, she was really young , in her 20s, with a pink doll skirt reaching her knees, a whitish blue cropped denim on her lower body, a pair of white five-point sandals on her feet, and Greek-style thin strips for her long flowing hair. The hairpin retracted slightly, revealing a round and youthful face. She smiled, narrowed her big eyes, and stood in the afterglow of the summer evening, looking at him like that.

"Really?" Ai Yang retracted his presumptuous eyes, stood up and asked Mo Belle to sit down as a gentleman.

"Coffee? Do you want to add sugar?" Ai Yang asked softly, his eyes softened.

"Yes!" She happily agreed, her small mouth tightly pursed, and she carefully looked at this man who made him curious.

Ai Yang nodded, called Water, and ordered a cup of Brazilian coffee. After Water brought the coffee to the table, he patiently waited for the girl in front of him to take a sip, and then he went straight to the topic without any politeness: "Please bring the coffee to the table." Give me back my phone!"

"So direct?" Mo Belle raised her eyebrows, her sly eyes squinted at Ai Yang, and the corners of her mouth pouted dissatisfied.

"I'm sorry, I'm very impatient!" Ai Yang chuckled, his eyes sincere.

"But I picked up your mobile phone, at least you should show it!" Mobile said loudly, resolutely.

"Ask your conditions!" Ai Yang said coldly, with a froze smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)