90s good wife

Chapter 368 The Fallen Leaves of the Champs Elysees

"Mr. Di will get up in a while, you can sit and wait, there is no rush." ​​The girl at the front desk sent Su Hao to sit on the bench at the base of the wall and wait.

Su Hao had no choice but to wait.

While waiting for someone, Su Hao took out his notebook and began to write and draw. In the morning, he picked up sweet-scented osmanthus flowers all over the place. Su Hao was overwhelmed with inspiration. Suddenly, several styles of autumn clothing with the theme of sweet-scented osmanthus appeared in his mind.

It can be made into a knitted sweater with a pure white base. The sweater is dotted with creamy yellow osmanthus flowers, paired with a playful yellow hairpin, matching bags and shoes, and paired with casual jeans.

You can also have a lady-style cardigan, which looks good with a plain long skirt...

Oh, and there are also stylish and beautiful ladies' suits, Su Hao drew them while thinking about them.

However, this style of women's suits is not popular now, and it does not meet the current aesthetics that women should be supple.

Immersed in the painting, Su Hao didn't notice that there was someone standing beside him.

The little girl at the front desk just wanted to remind her, but Di Hanzhi raised her hand to signal for silence.

In the quiet hall, there is only the salsa sound of the pen tip scratching across the sketchbook.

Di Hanzhi leaned lightly on the wall behind Su Hao, watching her painting with a pair of deep eyes. This monotonous voice seemed to be full of rhythm, giving people a sense of tranquility.

When Su Hao came back to his senses, he realized that he had drawn two pieces of paper unknowingly.

Satisfied, she raised the notebook and gestured towards the bright light, but suddenly bumped into Di Hanzhi's hand.

"Hey!" Su Hao turned her face, "I'm sorry..."

Su Hao apologized, just said it, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the person she bumped into with the notebook just now was Di Hanzhi.

"Mr. Di!" Su Hao smiled, "It turned out to be Mr. Di, and it was a coincidence that he just bumped into you."

Di Hanzhi smiled lightly, his eyes were as clear as the moonlight in a lake.

"I'll be behind you and watch you paint for at least 10 minutes." With long fingers stretched out, Di Han's index fingers crossed lightly.

"I didn't expect your painting ability to be so strong. I thought you were just good at business."

Su Hao put away the notebook: "This is just a design draft, it's not considered a painting, you're absurd."

Looking at Su Hao, Di Hanzhi couldn't help but feel his heart surge, and he forced himself to look away.

"Well, you're here to get the translation, right? It's upstairs. I'll get it for you." Di Hanzhi hurried upstairs to cover up his eager thoughts.

Su Hao watched him hurrying up the stairs, the wooden stairs made a thumping sound, she smiled and did not follow.

Di Hanzhi returned to the room and looked at the translated manuscripts that had already been sorted out on the desk. He took a deep breath, then exhaled heavily, laughed at himself, flipped through the manuscripts, and checked them one last time.

Under this lamp last night, he translated until three o'clock in the morning. There was fog outside the window, cocks crowed and dogs barked from the village in the distance, and fishing fires lit up on the lake, but he still didn't feel sleepy.

It was rare for him to smoke half a pack of cigarettes, and the thoughts that grew like weeds were suppressed...

But just now, when I saw her again, the uncontrollable liking was still not suppressed.

She is already married.

Di Hanzhi, wake up a bit.

After closing the manuscript, Di Hanzhi suddenly hit his heart lightly, forcing himself to calm down.

He opened his briefcase and took out his notebook.

Pull out a delicate bookmark from inside.

It was a beautiful sycamore leaf, a fallen leaf from the Champs Elysees, with a light green on the petiole, and the color changed from thick to light, so beautiful and natural, just like her...

(End of this chapter)