Sir,Your Wife Escape Again

Yan Qi to London on the third day, just met fan Yongzhi's niece al.

On that day, it was still rainy, and London was very cold. Yan Qi specially bought a fur coat and still felt cold.

Al doesn't live in the fan family, but in a building in the suburbs.

Around the building, there is a vast field. At the moment, the grass is withered and withered, connecting with the distant haze, and the dust is pressing.

The walls of the courtyard are very high, the iron gate is locked, and there are two strong Chinese guards at the gate. The sound of the car was heard in the distance, and the guard's gun was loaded.

It was not until fan Yong got out of the car that the muzzle of the gun was withdrawn.

Yan Qi saw this scene and was very surprised: "how can there be a gun?"

Fan Yongzhi did not answer and took her hand.

Yan Qi's hand is cold, but fan Yongzhi's palm is hot. Without saying a word, he took Yan Qi in.

The guard opened the door and called "young master" in Ningbo Dialect.

Fan Yongzhi nodded.

The yard was bare and there was no tree. The three story building is very large. At a glance, it seems that there are hundreds of rooms.

For a long time, the walls are full of Parthenocissus. In this cold winter, the vines are still as green as new. They give the whole wall a green coat.

Walking to the building, the cold wind blows on my face, the dark room gives off a musty smell, and it looks like ghosts.

Yan Qi subconsciously stepped back.

Fan Yongzhi's voice is gentle: "it's OK, you come with me."

They went up to the second floor.

Buildings are not one, but several connected. Yan Qi turns left and right with fan Yongzhi until she suspects that fan Yongzhi is going to murder her here.

The woman is about 40 years old. She doesn't smile. When she sees fan Yongzhi and Yan Qi, she looks stunned.

"Young master..."

"this is my friend. She came to see al." Fan Yongzhi told her.

Women are also Chinese and speak Ningbo Dialect. When fan Yongzhi talks with her, Yan Qi doesn't understand.

"How's al today?" Fan Yongzhi asked.

Woman humanitarian: "very good, after breakfast in painting, very good."

Fan Yongzhi said yes.

The door opened.

The warmth of the room came to sweep away the cold and dampness. In addition to warmth, there is also a faint fragrance of flowers.

Yan Qi thinks that this room is different from the whole building, there is a world of difference.

The little girl is sitting at her desk, drawing.

She was about eleven or twelve years old. She was wearing a white skirt, white socks and red leather boots, and her hair was neatly combed.

She is a little like fan Yongzhi. She has beautiful facial features, but she is pale and has no sunshine all the year round.

Seeing the comer, she didn't stand up to greet him with joy, but got up shyly and stood beside him with drooping eyebrows.

"Al?" Fan Yongzhi called her.

He leads Yan Qi to al.

He half squatted down and gently hugged her for a moment, before the girl spoke for the first time. Her voice was as thin as a gnat: "Uncle..."

fan Yongzhi released her and asked her softly, "do you remember I said that I would bring Miss Yan to see you in the future?"

Al nodded. He was too shy to watch Yan Qi.

Yan Qi also learned from fan Yongzhi and half squatted down: "Hello, Al, I'm Yan Qi."

Al looked into her face, then quickly away.

She is always in the room and is not used to eye contact.

"Your uncle said that you would like to see me, isn't it true?" Yan Qi asked again.

Her voice is very gentle and very beautiful, which is easy to attract children's favor.

Al bit his lower lip slightly and nodded gently for a while.

Still don't look at Yan Qi.

Fan Yongzhi takes al's hand and asks her to sit down.

Al picked up the brush and went on painting. In this way, her eyes fell on the paper, and finally felt a little secure.

"What are you drawing today?" Fan Yongzhi asked.

"At dusk," he said

On her drawing paper, there are already large golden colors. Although she is silent, her painting style is warm and bright.

Yan Qi asked with a smile: "can you give it to me after painting?"

"Well." AI Er answers a way, the hand doesn't stop, the vision still doesn't lift.

"What do you usually do in the morning?" Yan Qi asked her again.

Al spoke more smoothly: "draw, play the piano."

"What about the afternoon?"

"Study."

"I can play the piano, too. Will you play it for me later?" Yan Qi asked again.

Al said yes.

After a few questions, Yan Qi and fan Yongzhi talk to each other. Al sits next to him and draws without saying a word.

A moment later, she drew it.

At dusk, the clouds are golden, the fields are golden, and even the cattle at the end of the fields are dyed golden."It's beautiful!" Yan Qi said, "I like it very much. I want to take it back to mount it."

Al dropped his head and said nothing.

Instead of playing the piano, she pulled another piece of paper. She asked Yan Qi: "what else do you like?"

This is to ask what kind of painting she likes.

Yan Qi said with a smile: "I like moonlit night."

Al took out his brush and painted again.

By lunchtime, her second masterpiece had not been finished.

The woman came and asked them.

Fan Yongzhi leads her and Yan Qi to the next restaurant.

The restaurant is also very warm, with bright furniture and delicious food.

There are many paintings on the wall, including landscape paintings with delicate lines and full colors; if there are figures, the brushes are messy and the pictures are dark.

Yan Qi thought, "Ai er must hate people. Why does she want to live here alone?"

Fan Yongzhi asked her not to ask. She didn't ask and was full of curiosity.

Three people had lunch.

At lunch time, Al raised her eyes to see Yan Qi twice. The first time, Yan Qi asked if al's painting was taught by fan Yongzhi. She raised her eyes and said yes. The second time, Yan Qi said that she would go to Scotland to see the snow scenery.

Al seems to want to go, but when Yan Qi asks her, she shakes her head and refuses.

After dinner, fan Yongzhi and Yan Qi are having tea and chatting in the lounge. Al is going to take a nap.

"... she's afraid of strangers." Yan Qi said,

fan Yongzhi nodded.

"What's wrong with her? Why should I put her here?" Yan Qi asked again.

Fan Yongzhi was in a dilemma and didn't know how to answer.

"In the future, will she be here forever?" Yan Qi asked again.

She was also aware of her own abruptness.

This time, fan Yongzhi answered her. "I don't know," he said with great difficulty

The room was warm, and Yan Qi was full again. After a while, he slowly fell asleep.

She took a nap, heard the footsteps and woke up immediately.

Someone rushed in.

"Young master, Miss Al is not well." The woman anxiously said to fan Yongzhi, "call the doctor quickly. Do you want to inform the master?"

Fan Yongzhi got up immediately.

Yan Qi followed: "what's the matter?"

Fan Yongzhi wanted to let her stay, but he struggled for a moment. He thought, it's better to let Yan Qi have a look. He didn't stop her and let her follow.

They ran to Al's bedroom next door.

Al's not in the room. He's in the bathroom.

She stared at the mirror, saw someone come in, she showed a ferocious and evil smile.

"You are all going to die here. No one can leave." Her voice is shrill, like fingernails on the glass. It's very sour and frightening.

Yan Qi stepped back and was really scared.