Chapter 41

Inside the Rolls Royce, Jiang Muye breathed deeply, and his fierce eyes were filled with helpless words: "dead brain!"

Lin Zheng in the driver's seat risked his life to remonstrate: "second master."

"Say it

"Coaxing girls shouldn't be like this..."

"Who's going to coax her?" said Jiang Muye

Lin Zhengdun: "your affair with Feng Fangfei has a plan and a truth, and my wife doesn't know the actual situation. It's normal to think wildly! It also shows that she cares about you.... "

Lin Zheng can only use his imagination. After all, he is Xiaobai in love!

Jiang Mu Ye looks a little slow, care about him?

This cognition first appeared in Jiang Muye's mind.

Care what kind of reaction a person should have?

He has no experience at all.

"I told you before that girls like flowers, bags and diamonds..."

"She doesn't like diamonds!" Jiang Muye thought of the end of the three diamond rings. As for the flowers, it seemed that she didn't like them very much.

All that's left is the bag.

"Listen, the cloakroom of zhuxuan is very empty. Buy something to hang it up." Jiang Muye calm command.

"Buy a bag?" Lin Zheng asked with a smile.

Jiang Mu Ye glanced at him askance: "you'll see what to do!"

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In the case of soaring negative emotions, some of Ann's absent-minded in her piano class and her wandering time and again make Xi Xi very dissatisfied.

"Miss an, are you lovelorn?"

An Xiao Zheng: "ah, what?"

"I said you were lovelorn, how lost." Xixi tilts her head and repeats it solemnly.

An Xiaoxiao is funny: "do you know what it means to lose one's soul?" The child has a large vocabulary.

Sisi thought about it: "I know, every time my father thinks about my mother, he is like this, lost."

Her tone was a little lost, and Ann patted her head: "well, good boy, the teacher is not lovelorn, just not having a good rest."

"Let's have a rest now." Sisi jumped off the piano stool and said, "come on, let's go and see Dad draw."

However, an Xiaoxiao got up and followed him to the studio. In fact, this room was originally her study, but now it has been changed into a studio by Lang Kuo. The large landing window is a green garden and cold street view.

And Lang Kuo is quietly drawing the street view.

Most of his paintings have been finished. Every stroke of his painting falls in the delicate place. The scenery outside the window is lifelike. In the ink and watercolor, there is more flavor of vicissitudes.

"Dad, here we are." Xi Xi, regardless of Lang Kuo's concentration, jumps over and hugs him by the thigh, raises his head and smiles at him.

Lang Kuo put down his pen, rubbed her little head and said, "how did you learn?"

"The teacher is tired, so we have a rest." The West West answers not to ask, a pair of eyes son hope to painting: "Dad, you draw really good-looking, just I have a small request."

"What requirements?"

"Can you draw me in?" Xi Xi a face clever: "is white skirt of me, in the yard!"

"Good."

An Xiaoxiao has been here for a few days. He has found that Lang Kuo is very fond of Xi Xi.

"Shall I go to be a model with miss an?" Xixi smiles brightly: "Dad, I'll wear a white down jacket, you remember to draw a white skirt!"

"Good!" Lang Kuo answered and said to an with a small smile: "I'm sorry, Mr. an. I may have to trouble you to play with Xi Xi in the yard for a while. I'll be back soon."