Chapter 1194

Cheng Lin follows Chelsea back to his home. Although Zhuo Xuan is reluctant, she is still taken away by Han Qifei who sends a car to pick her up.

Chelsea accompanied Cheng Lin to send the two men out of the door. He followed Cheng Lin's eyes and sent Zhuo Xuan far away. He said: "I envy you very much. I can have such a good friend for you."

Cheng Lin smiles and doesn't speak. In fact, she is very glad that she has such a friend.

Cheng Lin's body actually can't get out of bed, but she insists on sending Zhuo Xuan away, and only after that can she step forward. Now when Zhuo Xuan left, Cheng Lin had no strength on her feet.

Chelsea saw Cheng Lin's embarrassment, he laughed and directly picked up the person, Cheng Lin did not expect that Chelsea would have such a sudden action, for a time was shocked, a small scream.

"You take Zhuo Xuan home, I take you home," Chelsea said with a smile

Chelsea is talking about home.

He really wants Cheng Lin to stay with him and make this his home.

Cheng Lin's eyes flashed with a faint light. Finally, she nodded and said with a smile, "OK, let's go home together."

At dinner, Cheng Lin ate a lot. She was in a good mood and had a good appetite. This is the most comfortable meal Cheng Lin has had in the past two months. Although the taste of the meal is still not good, she still feels that she really likes it.

After all, she really has some freedom here at Chelsea.

At the dinner table, Chelsea said to Cheng Lin: "Cheng Lin, although you have come out now, I hope you can stay at home at ease recently."

Cheng Lin drank a thick and bitter porridge. She decided that she must teach the Filipino maids in the Chelsea family. If she ate this kind of food all the time, she might have to vomit to death.

"Well, I see."

Of course, Cheng Lin knows. Although he seems to have escaped from Qiao's family, there is still something different. After all, she is Qiao Yiming's wife in name.

She is bound by marriage and, to some extent, has no personal freedom. If Qiao Yiming really lets people take any evidence of her being in the home of Chelsea at that time, he will bite back and say that his wife has been detained by Chelsea, the situation will be out of control at that time.

"I want you to go to my other villa and have a good rest for a while," said Chelsea. "Do you think that's good?" After Chelsea finished, he added: "although the place is a little remote, it's still very good if you cultivate your body and mind."

Cheng Lin seems to be hungry. She nods as she eats: "I know."

After all, this villa is too close to Qiao's house. Even if the protection is more strict, I'm afraid that it will show something. It's just a pity that if he is in another villa in the future, he may not be able to see the paintings of Chelsea.

Today must be a quiet day. Cheng Lin looks out of the window. The dark clouds have covered a full moon. There is crystal light in his eyes. After today, Qiao Yiming will surely set off a bloodbath. Cheng Lin knows that.

When Cheng Lin saw these two people in the hospital, although she had peace of mind, she didn't feel very happy. She didn't want to get involved in them because of her selfishness.

Qiao Yiming is a madman. If he gets mad, he may do something.

Chelsea saw Cheng Lin sitting by the window. He came slowly and asked her, "what are you looking at?"

Instead, Cheng Lin turned to him and asked, "I want to know what Zhuo Xuan's plan is?"

Chelsea was stunned. He didn't expect that Cheng Lin's topic would change so quickly. He said: "Zhuo Xuan intends to stop Han Qifei's business plan temporarily. Han Qifei has sold most of his company's shares during this period. You don't have to worry about them. They are going to live in France for a while."

Cheng Lin nodded, and suddenly understood something. No wonder Zhuo Xuan wanted her to leave with them. It turned out that they were going abroad to escape.

Cheng Lin couldn't help laughing. She raised her head and said, "do you want to understand that you will also be greatly implicated? Do you think it's worth it, Chelsea? "

For the first time, this French man, who has always been gentle, has some domineering look on his face. He smiles and says to Cheng Lin, "don't worry, Qiao Yiming, she can't do anything to me.

In fact, Cheng Lin still doesn't know much about the family background of Chelsea. She knows that there is a stepmother of a Chinese woman in her family, that's all.

Now that Chelsea have made such a promise, Cheng Lin is at ease.

Chelsea is not a man who has no idea. Since he said don't worry, he must really don't worry.

"By the way, I drew a picture for you during this time, do you remember?" said Chelsea

Cheng Lin suddenly remembered that day at the gate of Qiao's house, the man seemed to have said so. It's just that she didn't care too much."Do you want to have a look?" added Chelsea

Cheng Lin nodded: "of course, I want to go. It's just me..."

Cheng Lin's body is particularly weak. She doesn't have any strength in her legs now, and the pain after anesthesia is overwhelming. He has already gone to bed at this time, but now she has no sleepiness at all.

It's too painful.

Chelsea smiles. He reaches out his hand and takes Cheng Lin out of the cradle by the window. He looks at the woman in front of him and says, "I'll show you."

The man's voice is gentle, and the palm is also very warm. The temperature on the man warms Cheng Lin's heart through his clothes.

Cheng Lin was carried to the studio, just into the door, Chelsea frowned on Cheng Lin said: "you are too thin, too thin."

Cheng Lin doesn't care: "it doesn't matter. I'll eat it later."

When Chelsea heard this, he took Cheng Lin into the room and let her see the huge curtain in the room. It is about three meters long and more than two meters wide.

Cheng Lin Leng, although at the beginning she thought it might be a very shocking portrait, but she did not expect to be able to shock to this point.

Although it's just wrapped in red cloth, Cheng Lin can feel the shock;. Because it's too big.

How much effort and time does it take to complete such a painting?