The dialog box that hasn't popped up for a long time suddenly makes Luo Xiaojing feel like crossing. She puts down the French book full of everyday language, and she lingers back: "what did little a tell you?"

Ugly people should read more books: "well, if you go to the studio in the afternoon and feed me, you will turn into a little a and nag me."

"Do you think she's much more lively?"

Ugly people should read more books: "under your wise leadership, sculptors have exposed their nature, but you seem to speak less and less."

"Me? Do you have any? "

Ugly people should read more: "if you were going to France half a year ago to watch such a high-end show, the first person to know should be me."

what can't sleep make complaints about Luo Xiao Jing? Everything is going to be read and adorable. There is no need to worry about it. Only when we can't sleep at night can we ask ourselves if we should put it into action.

But after the wrong, everything has changed. Xin Yuchen's concern for her is as before, but she can't go back to the original state of nothing to talk about. What's more, she forgets how long ago it was to chat on wechat.

Luo Xiaojing quickly points to move a finger: "always can't let you annoy with me together, I am being tortured by French now."

"Tortured by French? Isn't it Leng Yu who's giving you a shot in the arm? "

Luo Xiaojing said bitterly: "now I want to sharpen my sword to the pigs and sheep."

Xin Yuchen smiles very freely: "if Leng Yu knows that you are more like a pig or a sheep than him, he will torture you with Spanish."

Luo Xiaojing didn't talk with Xin Yuchen about Leng Yu's mood. After thinking about it, he said, "you also found out that he was aiming at me on purpose."

"So I came to save you."

Luo Xiaojing didn't understand Xin Yuchen's meaning for a moment: "are you going to tear the French book that Leng Yu prepared for me?"

"Of course not."

As the question mark face was about to be sent, Xin Yuchen's bad smile took the lead: "I'll be your French teacher, so you can speak fluently in a week "Cough, cough, cough."

Luo Xiaojing almost had no breath to smile: "make no mistake, you are a lawyer."

"Would you like to take a picture of my teacher's qualification certificate, which has fallen to dust, to prove it to you?"

Luo Xiaojing was surprised: "are you really a French teacher? When did it happen? "

"It's really boring and tight after taking the lawyer's license. I took the teacher's qualification certificate by the way. At least I have lived in France for eight years."

Xueba is Xueba. Looking at the relaxed tone, it's boring. By the way, it can make people angry.

"The lawyer's fee has not been settled yet, and you have to owe the tutor's fee again. What's more, won't it delay your case?"

"It's a harmonious society now. There are so many cases every day."

The next day, Luo Xiaojing went to Xin Yuchen's law firm to study French with him for an hour after work.

Teacher Xin teaches seriously, but Luo Xiaojing studies hard. In the face of such students, Xin Yuchen's patience has been ground to zero, and he bangs Luo Xiaojing's head with a Book: "have you ever passed CET-4?"

"What's the relationship between English and French?"

"Sixty percent of the English vocabulary comes from French, but the pronunciation is different. Having a good command of English is very helpful for learning French. Let's look at your primary school level?"

Teacher Xin is too strict. Luo Xiaojing only dares to complain in a low voice: "it's the expression of French that is too difficult for people to understand. One meaning is one meaning. Why do you have to correspond to several kinds of expressions?"

"That's because French is as delicate as French. Do you think it's the same as you

Luo Xiao Jing's old face is red, and he is lying in a pile of French books feeble. "Fortunately, it's only going to a week. If I stay there, I will go crazy."

"Are you little stupid Xin Yuchen shook his head speechless, "Gao lengmian paralysis will be like you do not know there is a translation? If he lets you learn French, he must be preparing for your permanent residence in France. "

"What?" Luo Xiaojing couldn't believe it. "My carving studio just opened. I want to stay here. Can I stay here?"

"Then you can only be a flying man." Xin Yuchen said relaxed, but his expression was not relaxed. "Gao Leng's facial paralysis must want you to be the second cold emperor. My poor Xiaojing, do you think that you have survived all the sufferings, but in fact, your sufferings have just begun."

Luo Xiaojing thought about it and asked, "was Leng Yu very hard at the beginning of the creation of the Royal ornament?"

Xin Yi didn't mention it, but she still wanted to hear what Xin Yuchen said.

"We think it's hard work, but he doesn't think it's hard work. Maybe you know, Leng's industry is all over the world, and his uncle and aunt don't want Leng Yu to be a designer and deal with jewelry and crystal. After that, he suddenly broke his bridges and no one could persuade him. When he arrived in France, he had only 32 yuan left, and I found him after wandering on the street for two days."

Luo Xiaojing can't believe that Xin Yuchen's man is Leng Yu: "this How could it be? "

"Why not?" Xin Yuchen dragged a French book and looked at it. "I always feel that Leng Yu is burdened with too much. If he didn't create the Royal ornament, he would live more easily than now.""Why does he have to be a designer?"

Xin Yuchen turned to the word is persistent: "I also asked him, simply thought he was influenced by your mother Luo teacher, later once he was drunk, took the initiative to mention this matter, said it was a young agreement."

Like thunder in Luo Xiaojing's ear: "agreement?"

"I don't know if it's true, but it's true after drinking."

Luo Xiaojing is filled with surging emotions. Although she forgets a lot, she still has a little memory of that year. When I grow up, I want to marry a designer and carve out all his works. OK, wait for me and wait for me to become a real designer.

"I've lost my mind, haven't I? He helped his rival in love

The French Book Xin Yuchen rolled up knocked on Luo Xiaojing and pulled her out of her memory, suppressing all the denial and impossibility. She asked, "Yuchen, back then..."

"It's Miss Xin." Xin Yuchen corrects her rigidly, "I didn't know everything about those years, so I didn't have much say. No matter how much you hate Leng Yu, you have to pry his mouth open. You have to do something to see this posture."

"What can I do?"

"I'm not good at French!" Xin Yuchen's fingers almost didn't pierce the French book. "There are eight days left. Be serious, my carver."

There should be no distractions, but the fact that there is no truth always bothers her, and her hatred for Leng Yu is lessening little by little. Luo Xiaojing feels that she can't stick to it for long.

"Yuchen, if Leng Yu really wanted me to stay in France, but I didn't want to, would he force me to stay there?"