Young Master, Don't Bother Me

Luo Xiaojing has no sense of distance for the first time. It turns out that Leng Yu was the same as her.

But he is different, because he will not succeed as long as he works hard.

Luo Xiaojing was a little blocked by the poison chicken soup. He pouted and muttered in a low voice: "he has talent and hard work. He can succeed at one time, and he can make a cold emperor in hundreds of years."

Leng Yu picked his eyebrows happily: "jealous?"

She complacently raised her head and looked at Leng Yu with a smile: "I'm not jealous, because such an excellent and powerful man is my boyfriend."

The boy friend three words say from Luo Xiaojing's mouth, cold Yu how to listen to how agreeable, low smile voice, he gathered gather gather God: "in fact, the Royal decoration, not success."

Luo Xiaojing: "because Uncle Didn't you see it in time? "

"A little bit." Leng Yu couldn't say any more. He lowered his eyes and looked away. "Let's eat something. I'm a little I'm hungry. "

But Luo Xiaojing is still immersed in the pressure of Leng Yu's creation of the Royal ornament and does not break away from it: "if I can do half of what you do, I will be satisfied."

"Don't worry, you will."

"But it's a little worse." Luo Xiaojing stood up and said cautiously, "you don't know. I left Suhan's carving studio. I'm no longer a sculptor in the studio."

"I know."

Luo xiaojingdai: "how do you know?"

"You said that last night."

How much did she say when she was drunk?

"You also said that let me open a studio with you, I am responsible for the design, you are responsible for the carving, our husband and wife are united, and we will be invincible all over the world."

God, help her.

Luo Xiaojing wants to drill the ground and sew in shame. He laughs dryly and plunges into the tent.

Turning grief and anger into action, she cleverly put all the food and drink on the small table, chatting and laughing with Leng Yugui, which turned over her drunken nonsense.

After dinner, the two discussed walking around the resort.

It's such a beautiful scenery. Without looking at it, it's a waste. Luo Xiaojing still asks whether he wants to borrow some fishing tools to find the happy time in the past.

But the plan was just an idea, which was disrupted by Leng Yu's phone calls.

Basically, Dashen had no private time. When the joint design of Fanhua was launched, Luo Xiaojing wisely looked at the wild flowers to find inspiration, determined not to disturb Lengyu's office.

It's really like going back to the time when her mother drew the design draft when she was a child, when she played with herself, but now she has become Luo Rou of that year, looking for inspiration with a hand-painted board.

Lily of the valley, cornflower, unknown wild flower Luo Xiaojing found that although she knew the posture of these flowers like the palm of her hand and knew how to carve them well, they gave her some new things in the wild.

For example, if several kinds of flowers are stacked, there will be another effect. If the petals are put into the running water, they will flow with the wave light, which is another kind of beauty.

Luo Xiaojing became more and more addicted to painting. He felt that he could design a group of sculptures when he filled the manuscript.

The outing has become an art student's sketch, but Luo Xiaojing enjoys it all the time. There are also distant water and mountain scenery. Even Leng Yu, who is standing outside the tent and talking on the phone, has become her inspiration and put it into writing.

"If you carve a picture of him and give it to him, will he like it?"

Holding the hand-painted board, Luo Xiaojing looks at Leng Yu's heart. In fact, many things were planted early. She repressed her feelings for Leng Yu for so long. Once she put everything down, she wanted to give him what she thought was good.

"I don't think so." But immediately, she denied her sudden idea.

It's a headache to give Leng Yu a gift, because he doesn't lack anything, and it's hard for him to like it and his heart.

It's not impossible to send the carvings, but it's more troublesome to carve his back with some materials.

Sighing and shaking her head, Luo Xiaojing suddenly feels that she's nervous again. She doesn't have time to carve and give gifts. Today's outing with Leng Yu is due to drunkenness and the reconciliation after drunkenness.

Turning back to the line of sight with self mockery, Luo Xiaojing's remaining light suddenly sweeps the shadow under the tree, her body shape, and the shadow shrinks behind the tree.

It's not an illusion. Someone followed her.

Is it Zhou Ya who sent people to follow her again.

Looking back at Leng Yu, he is still on the phone. His solemn expression seems to be saying something very important. Luo Xiaojing breathes out and tells himself that he doesn't see anything.

She doesn't want to embarrass Leng Yu, let alone make it difficult for Leng Yu to be caught in the middle. If it's serious, it's just to watch her and Leng Yu's every move together. It's no big deal.

Now that I have decided to stay with Leng Yu, I have to face these things.

Luo Xiaojing persuades and comforts herself while aiming at Leng Yu. She even thinks whether she wants to go back now, so that Leng Yu, who has finished calling, can't see her here.But the decision hasn't been made yet. Leng Yu suddenly looks in her direction. As soon as the mobile phone is closed, he strides to this side.

Intuition tells Luo Xiaojing that Leng yu should have seen something, so she hurried up, but it's still a little late. He doesn't look at Luo Xiaojing, and goes straight to the back of the tree.

The person behind the tree didn't expect to be found by another person. The cat's waist was about to run away. Leng Yu made a mistake and stopped him.

"I've been staring at you for a long time. What are you doing stealthily?"

The man's cool and handsome face is full of deterrence. The man's neck shrinks: "I I didn't see anything

Leng Yu lazy nonsense: "say, who let you come?"

"What's the matter?" At this time, Luo Xiaojing ran over and pretended to know nothing. He looked at Leng Yu and the man who followed her, "a reporter from a certain media?"

She intended to show her eyes to the following man, but Leng Yu didn't intend to understate it.

Wrong wrong body to protect Luo Xiaojing behind him, he condescending: "you don't say it?"

The stalker continued to shrink his neck: "I promise you, I mean no harm."

"I don't care if you mean it or not." Leng Yu glanced at him, and the cold light in his eyes seemed to be able to tear the man's cramps and bones in the next second. "I asked you who asked you to follow Luo Xiaojing."

Zhou Ya and Qiao Yi, Duan Zhenghao's bodyguard, attacked Luo Xiaojing. Now Luo Meili is released again, and Duan Qingyan, who is always holding a breath to Luo Xiaojing, can't tolerate any of them.

And tracking man one did not take a camera, two did not use a mobile phone, maybe is waiting for Luo Xiaojing a person, attack her.

The mood in the eyes is more and more cold and frightening. The stalker shrinks and prevaricates: "I really have no malice. Do you believe me?"

"Say it