hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 247 The Promise I Owe First ([-])

　
　At this moment, Tang Yumo naturally wouldn't know that in the near future, she would not only revisit her old place, but she would also not be in the current leisurely and contented mood of admiring paintings.

　If it is a walk in the paradise of art at this moment, then when she comes to the Uffizi Gallery again, it is a hell on earth.

　However, people cannot predict the future, and the present happiness and joy are still real feelings, which make people blindly intoxicated.Even if it is short-lived.

　The two talked and admired the paintings. When they reached the main entrance, Gu Yihan looked at his watch, only to realize that it was past nine o'clock in the morning local time.

　Why isn't the museum open yet?
　Isn't it time to welcome tourists?

　Could it be that Gu Yihan's skills have reached this point?Can Italy's top art gallery be closed to the public for a private tour of the two of them?Tang Yumo thought puzzled.

　Facts have proved that she, overthinking...

　Gu Yihan walked along the corridor to the side door, and spent 2 minutes studying the opening method of the ancient wooden door.

　"squeak--"

　The heavy wooden door opened slowly, and the sunlight crowded in more brilliantly. The famous gold-sprinkled paintings protruding from the corridor were soothed by the sunlight, emitting a particularly eye-catching golden light.

　In the sunlight outside the door, the old urchin standing there was not exactly Charles who had been waiting for them for a long time.

　"Young people are in good health. One night in the spring, the sun is three poles, haha, unlike my old bones, I fell asleep after drinking tea at the first girlfriend's house last night..." Charles jokingly said.

　Because Tang Yumo knew that Charles was the one who copied the huge painting in Gu Yihan's bedroom, and he emphasized that the painting was a "fake" inappropriately, he was a little embarrassed to see Charles at this time, and just nodded at him shyly Smile.

　Charles felt even more strange: "Han, what did you do to Xiao Tiantian? Why do I think she is not the same person as that weird girl last night?"

　"Thank you, old prince, I..." Tang Yumo didn't know how to explain it, and his apology seemed to be even more obvious.

　"Oh my god, Han, you won't tell Xiao Tiantian about my gambling history, right? You are too unloyal, how can you ruin my image like this? Xiao Tiantian must have heard your nonsense before you This to me..."

　"No, old prince." Tang Yumo hurriedly interrupted, "I should thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to see so many works of art! Besides, the art gallery was closed for a day..."

　"Christmas, everyone is at home for the holidays, who comes to the art museum, except for foreigners. Oh, sorry, I forgot that you are also foreigners. Haha!" Charles laughed boldly.

　"..." So it was because of this...Christmas, yes, why did I forget about it, and pretended to be Gu Yihan's supernatural power... Tang Yumo really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

　Gu Yihan kept sneering and didn't answer, as if he had guessed her little thoughts long ago.Seeing her bowing her head in embarrassment again, she said, "Charles, thank you this time. But you only left us a bottle of wine, but not a drop of water, and you still have such a hot stove on... Did you do it on purpose? "

　"Ahem, that, hahaha..." Charles laughed blindly.

　"If we didn't have to go out, this account must be settled with you."

　"Where are you going?" Charles asked curiously.

(End of this chapter)