Chapter 511 Shopping

When he saw Lan Shaoyan, his childish little face was a little displeased. He walked over to stand beside Tong Huaer and looked at him defensively.

"Uncle, are you here to see me?" Tangdou said.

"Yes." Master lan yan nodded and Tangdou smiled, "Did you bring me a present?"

"Gift?"

A look of surprise appeared on Lan Shaoyan's evil face. Looking at Tangdou's expectant little face, Tong Huaer couldn't help laughing.

Lan Shaoyan came empty-handed. He certainly didn't expect Tangdou to say that to him.

On the other side.

Far away in the villa on the other side of the ocean, late at night, the bedroom door opened from the outside, a long figure came in, stopped by the big bed, in the dim light without the lights on, the man's tight jaw line was sharp.

"Hum..."

The phone suddenly vibrated.

Zong Beili's big hand, which was taking off his tie, paused and picked up the phone, "Say it."

"Young master Zong, Lan Shaoyan has been in a meeting at a branch office abroad for the past few days. He hasn't seen miss tong, nor has there been a woman like Miss Tong around. It's definitely him."

Ye shen said.

"I see." After a long time, the man's deep voice came back to mind in the bedroom.

"So... Young master Zong, do we still have to keep an eye on Lan Shaoyan?" Ye shen said.

Zongbei's big hand suddenly tightened and his tone was cold, "Keep following him!"

Lan Shaoyan was his only hope of finding Tong Huaer. Zong Beili's intuition told him that Lan Shaoyan must know about Tong Huaer!

In the dark of the night, the man was lying on the bed, the smell around him was already very faint, and his black eyes were shining sharply at the ceiling.

He will find her, he will!

Six months later.

Frank is going to have a checkup today. Tong Huaer is drawing in the yard. She is wearing a beige dress in front of the easel. Her long hair is supported by the breeze.

"What are you drawing today?" A deep voice suddenly came to mind behind him.

The brush on Tong Huaer's paper paused, but he didn't look back, "You're here again?"

Over the past six months, she had become accustomed to the occasional appearance of Lan Shaoyan, and even Bruce had stopped him from entering the villa.

"Tong Tong, why do you not welcome me at all?" Lan Shaoyan looked at her with his lips hooked.

Tong Huaer turned around and looked at him, "I love drinking you."

"Really?" Lan Shaoyan raised his eyebrows.

"Really."

Anyway, he would come whether she wanted him or not. Why would she say something unpleasant?

A smile finally appeared on Lan Shaoyan's evil face. His eyes flashed and he grabbed Tong Huaer's wrist with his big hand.

"What are you doing?" Tong Huaer tilted his head and frowned at him.

"Since you welcome me, why don't you show me that you can go shopping with me?"

Lan Shaoyan raised his eyebrows.

"Shopping?" Tong Huaer was stunned for two seconds and subconsciously refused, "No!"

"You've been here for half a year and haven't gone out. Aren't you afraid of getting moldy?" Lan Shaoyan was not angry, and his deep voice lazily persuaded her.

Tong Huaer's eyes flashed as he looked at the painting, and the brush painted almost on the paper, "I'm not going."

"Are you still worried that he will look for you?" Lan Shaoyan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "The people who followed me two months ago disappeared one after another. He didn't find any traces of you around me. He should have given up."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have come so often these days.

Tong Huaer drew a brush. In the past six months, she would hear some news about Zong Beili from Lan Shaoyan, but it was only occasionally. Lan Shaoyan did not often mention him, and she did not ask too much.

Has he given up?

Tong Huaer closed his eyes and ignored the bitterness in his heart. It was good that he finally gave up and returned to his own life.

"Let's go. I've booked a restaurant and I'll take you out for a big meal." Lan Shaoyan walked over, his big hands casually wrapped around Tong Huaer's shoulders.

"No." Tong Huaer shook his head, took Lan Shaoyan's hand off, and said with a faint expression, "I still have to draw."

"What are you drawing? What stars are you drawing in broad daylight?" Lan Shaoyan raised his eyebrows and looked at the easel, "It looks good. There's no need to draw anymore."

"What needs to be done? Have you ever seen a painter stop painting when he's famous? And I'm not famous yet." Tong Huaer said.

"It's not easy for you to be famous, it's just to sell it for a high price and become an artist. You name a price, I'll buy this painting."

Lan Shaoyan's evil face disapproved.

"Can that be the same?" Tong Huaer curled his mouth speechlessly. A dim light flashed in his beautiful eyes, "I need to sell my strength on my own. I'm far from that. I won't tell you. Frank and Tangdou are coming back soon. I'm going to prepare some snacks for you."

After that, Tong Huaer put down his brush and walked to the kitchen.

Master lan yanfeng looked at her back and turned to look at the painting on the easel, narrowing her eyes.

"Sister Huaer, we're back."

Tangdou and Frank ran in from outside. Tong Huaer said to them, "Go wash your hands and eat some snacks. Your uncle is here. He will take you to see him later."

"Really? Uncle came to see me?" Tangdou said in surprise. No one noticed that farrak frowned unhappily.

"Well, he's outside in the yard." Tong Huaer nodded and cheered, "Yeah!"

Tong Huaer looked at the back of the little guy running away, curled his lips and turned to see Frank still standing by. He looked at the little guy in surprise and said, "Frank, Tangdou has gone to wash his hands. Aren't you going?"

"No... Xi... He..."

Frank suddenly said three words, his voice stiff and awkward, but Tong Huaer was stunned. After a few seconds, he came back to himself and squatted down to look at Frank in surprise.

"Frank, you spoke?! Oh my god!"

She had been here for so long, and Frank spoke to her only a handful of times, except occasionally for calling her mother.

"No... Xi... He..."

Frank's sapphire eyes stared straight at her, repeating stiffly.

"What?" Tong Huaer was stunned for a moment before she realized what Frank was telling her. She quickly guided him and smiled gently, "Frank, don't worry. Speak slowly..."

"No... Xi... He..."

Don't like him?

Tong Huaer was stunned, frowning for a moment, then said, "You mean you don't like him? Who? Lan Shaoyan?"

Frank had been getting along very well with Tangdou, and all of a sudden this could only be explained by the fact that she had just mentioned Master lan yan.

"No... Happy..." Frank looked at her anxiously, her face flushed red, eager to express what she had to say.

Was she wrong?