Stealing Your Heart

On the plaque, there are three powerful big characters, with gold inlaid on the black background, which are magnificent and solemn.

"What does it say?"

Asked Sonne.

Zong Yanxi raised her head and wrote "Fengqi Pavilion" on the plaque. She explained to song en, "it's said that there was a queen of the dynasty who lived here, so it's called Fengqi Pavilion."

Sonne blinked, as if thinking about what she meant.

Zong Yanxi asked, "don't you understand?"

She paused, "the queen is the wife of the ancient emperors in our country. Feng is the king of birds in our country. In order to show the majesty of the queen, she is honored as Feng."

"The culture of your country is really special. Everything has to be changed."

Sonne understood.

Zong Yanxi said with a smile, "the idiom is good, but it's not a roundabout, it's a roundabout."

"What's the difference?"

Zong Yanxi, "..." it's no different. Let's go inside and have a look. "

Zong Yanxi said.

Song en followed her, "can you teach me Chinese characters in the future?"

"If you want me to be your teacher, there will be a charge."

Zong Yanxi looked at him and joked, "you have so much money. You can count ten thousand an hour."

Sonne replied, "yes."

Zong Yanxi laughs, "I'm joking."

"Ten thousand dollars an hour. You're my teacher."

Sonne, repeat.

Zong Yanxi, "..." she thought in her heart, is this serious?

She is not good at laughing, but look at the serious expression of song en, she can't seem to lose the student.

No matter.

"I'll just accept you as a student."

Zong Yanxi walked towards a stall selling antique fans. The silk was embroidered with exquisite patterns and hung with red tassels. She held one in her hand and song en followed her. However, what he took was not figure paintings, but scenery, and he also mentioned two poems.

He handed it to Zong Yanxi, "what's written on it?"

Zong Yanxi looked over and wrote on it, "one kind of Acacia, two kinds of leisure worries.

This situation has no plan to eliminate, only under the brow, but on the heart.

鈥橝fter reading it, she said two words, "nonsense."

The fan vendor was not happy, "have you ever read a book?

This is Li Qingzhao's poem. How can it be nonsense? "

Zong Yanxi looks at the boss who sells fans. Are the stalls so cultured now?

The fan owner wanted song en to buy the fan and said, "this is a poem written by a famous poet in our country. It's about love. It's very suitable for you."

Zong Yanxi almost laughs. How can this fan be suitable for Songen?

He's an eight foot man with a very masculine face. It's funny to take a fan and a picture, OK?

In order to sell things, the boss is against his will. He can say anything.

Sonne put it down and shook his head. "I don't want it."

Zong Yanxi see the boss so hard, asked, "how much is a?"

"Fifteen."

"I'll take one."

Zong Yanxi paid for it.

Sonne stopped her from taking the money. "I'll pay."

The fan seller regretted that if he knew that the girl liked him, he would ask for a higher price. At that time, he would be a big man and would be embarrassed to bargain in front of his girlfriend.

Song en paid, and the fan owner put the money in his bag and said, "your girlfriend is very beautiful."

But in my heart, you foreigner cheated all the beautiful women in our country.

Zong Yanxi took a fan and looked at the fan seller. "We're just friends."

"I was wrong."

The owner of the fan seller was embarrassed to smile. It turned out that it was his own misunderstanding.

I thought, thanks to the foreigner.

It's almost ten o'clock. Zong Yanxi wants to go home. She just came back and didn't spend much time with her parents, so she stayed out for a day. It's not suitable to go back too late.

Sonne said, "I'll send you."

"No, we won't give it to anyone."

Zong Yanxi said.

Sonne didn't force her. She said, "OK."

Two people separate, song en takes a taxi back to the hotel, but unexpectedly sees Jiang Mohan.

Jiang Mohan stands at the elevator entrance and is explaining the affairs of Nancheng company. He doesn't pay attention to the person who looks this way. Song En comes over, "Mr. Jiang."

Look at the south city.

"What's the matter?"

Jiang Mo Han saw him, very light response.

"Can we talk?"

Sonne asked.

Nancheng didn't forget that he framed Jiang Mohan in Thailand. His face was gloomy. "Mr. mutecha has a good method, but do you think that will trip us?"

Jiang Mo Han frowned slightly, "Nancheng, go back first."

"But..." to go up river Mo Han's vision, South City received a voice, unwillingly went up the elevator.

"I know a quiet place."

Jiang Mohan leads the way and song en follows. They go to the business district on the top floor. The top floor of the hotel is very humanized, providing a good place for those who come to talk about business. It's very private and quiet, so it's very suitable to talk about things.

Obviously, Jiang Mohan is more familiar in C City. After talking with the manager of the hotel, he arranged the best private room.

The waiter came in with tea, then backed out and closed the door.

"What do you want to say to me?"