Chapter 59 Interior Decoration

When Leila woke up, she couldn't find Max. Last night, she was forced to use her body to "please" him. If they had sex for the whole night, they would feel backache on the next day.

Leila suddenly remembered the kidnapping yesterday. She could more or less read the resentment between Spencer and Max after hearing what Spencer said. It was precisely because of the relationship between them that she was involved. She had to be on thin ice in the future.

Yesterday, she was forced to stop her visit to her mother, so she had to go back to the hospital today. In fact, she didn't want to contact the hospital, but she had to do that.

When Mr. Zhang took her to the hospital, he followed her to the door of the ward no matter what. Taking a lesson from what happened yesterday, Max ordered him to stay with Leila at all times. Since it was his duty, she didn't put him in a difficult position and allowed him to follow her.

When Mr. Zhang was standing in front of the door, Leila closed the door and gave her mother a massage, keeping her voice down. The Mr. Zhang outside was like a man-made intelligence video which reported her situation at any time without saying anything.

Although what Leila said didn't matter, she subconsciously didn't want to let Max know that she had a mentality that took Max as something she couldn't offend, and in fact, it was true.

"Mother, I can only wait till next week to see you after today."

She said with deep melancholy in her tone. She was dissatisfied with Max's restriction on her times to hospital, but she could not refute it. Because once she was offended, the consequences would be unbearable for her.

She was more and more depressed. The morning had passed quickly. When she wanted to continue to stay in the hospital, she received a call from Tristan, who said in a calm voice.

"Miss Song, our house has been renovated. Would you like to come and have a look?"

Leila didn't want to west her time with her mother, but the farm was related to her future. After weighing the pros and cons, she replied, "Okay, I'll be right there."

Tristan answered. After hanging up, Leila returned to the farm.

It had only been two days, the farm had been built. From a distance, they could have a comfortable look at the farm. This was where they had grown up. They could not help but sigh with admiration.

When she walked up to Tristan, Leila met a woman who was about his age. The woman had a clean temperament and a delicate face. Leila could tell at a glance that the woman had a close relationship with him.

"Who is this?"

Leila asked. Tristan hesitated, as if he was hesitating to speak. After a while, he said with dignity, "this is Miss Zhou, the director of the design department of our company. Graduated from interior decoration major. "

Leila understood. When she was about to say hello, Miss Zhou who had been smiling all the time said, "nice to meet you, Miss Song. I am Isis Zhou."

Without waiting for her answer, he added: "I am Tristan's girlfriend."

Leila raised her eyebrows and looked at Tristan with a joking smile. But Tristan looked a li

stiff and hurriedly added, "then the misunderstanding was cleared up."

"Come here," said Max in a low voice, staring at the little woman who was one meter away from him

Leila obeyed and then was held in the arms. She fell on his laps, with her waist held by him. She sat stiff and didn't dare to move. The tone of Max rang in her ears, as fragrant as orchids.

"Good girl."

She trembled, but then her earlobe was kissed. She felt an electric flu, which had been frozen for a moment, and he loosened her earlobe. But he still didn't let her go and Leila didn't dare to move.

Leaning close to her, he asked in a low voice, "have you finished the design drawing for the interior decoration of the farm?"

Leila knew that it must be Tristan who told him the news, so she answered, "I drew a picture when I was free, but it seemed that it was not professional and there may be questions for our cooperation."

"Let me have a look," said Max

Leila was shocked. How? The design drawing was in the hand of Tristan, and even if he wanted to see it, he should find Tristan instead of herself. She hesitated for a moment and said, "the drawing is in Mr. Xia's hand. If you want to see it, I'll ask Mr. Xia to send it to you."

"Now, draw."

"What?"

She asked automatically. She thought she had misheard. How could she easily complete the interior design drawing? Even if the design drawing was drawn by herself and it didn't need to be re copied, it would take a lot of time.

Leila didn't believe what she heard, so she looked at Max.

"Now, draw."

Repeating the words twice in front of her was his limit. Leila didn't know what he would do if she continued to ask. She was very angry, but she had to listen to him.

He loosened his grip on her and Leila walked aside to draw up her design draft carefully with a pen and paper.

Just as she said, it took a lot of time to draw a map, so she buried herself in the drawing for the whole afternoon.

Taking a look at the little woman who was painting carefully, a glimmer of tenderness flashed across Max's deep eyes.