CEO's Sweet Heart: Make Out Before You Leave

After a few minutes' drive back to the castle, he took off his heavy coat and went straight to the fire.

It's warm, and then we have dinner. The castle at night seems to recover from the silence. The candles on and off the castle are shining. The gorgeous candlesticks, the swaying candlelight, the warm fireplace and the silvery tableware are all full of vitality.

Jian Wanqing, who had been frozen outside for a day, was very full that night. After eating enough, she watched the wedding dress for a while and then took a bath and went to sleep. Leaving s City, Jian Wanqing is so happy, but at night, she still dreams of Gong Jinfeng and Bai Xuezi asking for their own heart. Every time she has such nightmares at night, Jian Wanqing wakes up from her dream, and her forehead is full of sweat.

It has been several months, she will still have such a terrible nightmare, even now her heart has a complete heart supporting her life, but she still can't forget everything before, especially Miyagi Feng. Looking back to the moment when he sent herself to the operating table, Jian Wanqing can't help shaking all over her body, because he, she almost died on the operating table, because of his death For him, she experienced an extremely terrible dream, and now she can't let go

Night, some difficult, after the nightmare will be particularly difficult to sleep, until nearly dawn, Jian Wanqing only vaguely asleep.

The next day.

Jian Wanqing swept away last night's haggard, happily carrying a painting bag to the square to draw money. After all, she has escaped the devil's grasp. Now she is a free person. Although she has nightmares about Miyagi Feng at night, as time goes on, she thinks that she will forget everything, including Miyagi Feng's appearance, because he is an irrelevant person and has nothing to do with her since then

After Qiao Lingtian sent Jian Wanqing to the square, he went to the patient's home to see a doctor, leaving Jian Wanqing to draw in the square alone.

Without Qiao Lingtian's company, Jian Wanqing, who lives in a foreign country, seems very lonely. Nevertheless, she still works hard to paint a portrait in the square, because she still wants to go to the college to learn wedding dress design and become a successful wedding dress designer in the future. After returning home, she hopes to open her own studio in s city to design a beautiful wedding dress for those brides who are going to get married Yarn.

With such a strong spirit and a poor command of English, she communicated with passers-by. On this day, she didn't finish her work in the evening. Jian Wanqing only earned 30 pounds. With 100 pounds yesterday, she earned 130 pounds, which is a long way from her tuition.

Jian Wanqing is sitting in the square, painting a portrait of the last guest while waiting for Qiao Lingtian to pick her up. In the evening of London, the sky is getting darker and darker, the fog is getting thicker, and the number of pedestrians in the square is decreasing. They are probably anxious to go home and drink hot soup to warm their stomach. When Qiao Lingtian drives to pick up Jian Wanqing, she can see from here that she is still painting portraits for pedestrians in the square. At this time, she is so attentive that she keeps drawing despite the cold, holding a pencil tightly, and she doesn't even have warm gloves on her hand. On such a cold day, she has been painting there all the time, and the back of her hand is red with cold.

Gazing at such a small figure, Qiao Lingtian's clear eyes across a touch of pity, Jane Wanqing wants to learn wedding dress design, when can she earn enough tuition?

She has to earn at least half a year to save enough money just by painting on the street.

What's more, street painting is a very hard industry. It's not a girl's job to suffer from the cold and hunger, and her income is not stable. However, Jian Wanqing refuses to accept his help.

Staring at such a simple and clear, Qiao Lingtian couldn't bear it

"Come on, it's time to go back to dinner." After looking at Jian Wanqing's painting for a while, Qiao Lingtian got out of the car and walked to her.

"Yes." Jian Wanqing tidied up her painting tools and said to Qiao Lingtian, "do you know how much money I made today?"

"I don't know." Qiao Lingtian shook his head.

"Can't you guess?" Qiao Lingtian's uninteresting reply is that Jane Wanqing drips a cold sweat on her forehead.

"Fifty pounds?" Qiao Lingtian guessed that Jian Wanqing made more money today than yesterday.

"Wrong." Jian Wanqing walks to his parking place with her painting bag on her back.

"Is it still 40?" Qiao Lingtian held his chin and thought deeply.

"No, it's 35 pounds." Seven portraits have been painted all day today. With the 5 pounds just now, it's 35.

"It's a little worse than yesterday. It must be because I'm not with you. If I stand by you, we'll have a good harvest today." Qiao Lingtian also thought about the street entertainment yesterday. He was so old that he was the first time to play the guitar in front of people on the street. He was also regarded as a beggar by people. People threw money at him. He was really in tears and laughter.

Just his hand-made expensive suit shows that he is not a beggar, but some passers-by think of him as a beggar.

"Narcissism, was it not enough to accompany me to get cold yesterday?" Jian Wanqing was speechless for a while. When did Qiao Lingtian become so narcissistic?

He didn't like to joke like this before, but now he comes up with one or two words from time to time.

Moreover, he was obviously frozen yesterday. Qiao Lingtian had been spoiled since he was a child and had never suffered such a crime. After playing the guitar all afternoon, he caught a cold the next day. Fortunately, he was a doctor and knew how to take care of himself. Otherwise, Jian Wanqing felt guilty."I'd like to help my friends." Qiao Lingtian took the painting bag in Jian Wanqing's hand and threw it into the back seat, "let's go back to the castle for dinner."

"Well, I was so hungry that I had a hamburger and a hot drink at noon." Jane Wanqing put on a scarf and wrapped herself into a zongzi.

"I have a patient. He is the president of the design institute. Wan Qing, I have discussed with him that you can go to study and report tomorrow."

"You helped me get in touch with the school? Cough, cough So fast? " As soon as Jane Wanqing sat down, she was shocked.

"Yes. Some schools in London don't need any credits to distinguish the excellence of students, and they don't limit what students learn. As long as you have the heart to learn, you can cut in classes according to the procedure, or take the courses you like. When you graduate, you can still get the school's Diploma if you pass the exam smoothly. So, the headmaster is very happy that I will introduce students to him, and you can rest assured to study design there in the future. " Qiao Lingtian answered.

"But I haven't earned enough tuition..." Jane Wan reckoned the pounds she earned. It's only over 100 pounds. It shouldn't be enough to pay her tuition.

"Don't worry about the tuition. He's my patient. Your tuition is free." Qiao Lingtian holds the steering wheel.

"Is there such a good thing?" Jian Wanqing is even more surprised. Since she is with Qiao Lingtian, she feels that all good things come to her.

"Well, of course, it's a private school run by him. The tuition fee is deducted from my medical expenses, so it's a discount for you."

“……” After all, it turned out that Qiao Lingtian helped himself.