This words say export, Han Yun An and Qiao Qing lift Mou to see in succession to opposite.
Leng Shutong bashfully kicked him under the table, pretending to be calm and continue to eat breakfast.
Although Han Yunting can't say love words, his sometimes straightforward words are still sweet in his heart.
Leng Shutong is eating slowly, while Han Yunting can't move her sight.
I've never found out before that she looks good at dinner.
Small cherry lips pursed food, chewed on both sides of the cheek bulging, like a small hamster.
Especially after the noble family upbringing, her table manners are very gentle, and not like other rich family gold, Jiaorou to pretend elegant.
"Xiao Ting, what are you going to do later?"
At this time, Han yun'an saw his obsessed look and couldn't help saying something to pull back his thoughts.
Han Yunting straightened his face, spread his eyebrows and said, "after dinner, we're going to the design room. What's the matter with elder sister?"
"It happens that there is no work arranged today. If it's convenient, let me also visit it?"
Han yun'an said and looked at Qiao Qing, slightly raised eyebrows as if to ask his opinion.
Qiao Qing took the opportunity to send the cut fried eggs to her plate. The singer nodded, "I don't mind. Maybe I can choose two clothes for you."
Han yun'an chuckled and did not speak.
……
At more than 9 a.m., a group of four people set out from the hotel and went to van's Paris studio.
Because Leng Shutong's foot was injured, she specially wore a pair of comfortable sports shoes, and removed all the gauze bandaged by Han Yunting last night.
Before getting on the bus, Han Yunan noticed her walking posture and looked at the ground suspiciously, "stone, what's wrong with your foot?"
Cold Shu Tong apologetically on tiptoe, "yesterday accidentally injured, so walk slowly some."
"Does it matter?" Han yun'an tries to help her, but he doesn't know that Han yun'ting has already reached out and hooked her waist. "It doesn't matter. I'll take care of her. Let's go."
Han yun'an moves, is very pleased to glance at Han Yunting.
Her younger brother, at last, was not so cold and became full of human feelings.
Feldstone, it's a credit!
Soon, the group arrived at the studio near montgill street.
The narrow and secluded path stretches forward, and the quiet courtyard and European style buildings write the romance of Paris.
The downstairs of the studio is a coffee shop with a small foyer. Several rattan chairs are placed under the sunshade. When Han Yunting gets off the car, he goes in first without saying hello.
Leng Shutong looked up at him, then stood on the side of the road waiting for him, and occasionally sent a message with a mobile phone.
After getting off the car, Qiao Qing opened the door for Han yun'an. They looked around. Qiao Qing sighed: "the environment here is really good. Yunting can enjoy it very much!"
Hearing this, Han yun'an nodded and agreed, "Xiao Ting's taste is really superior."
"Do you like it?" Qiao Qing shrugged his shoulders. "You can also consider settling down in Paris after that."
Han yun'an looks up in surprise and bumps into Qiao Qing's serious eyes. He pulls his lips noncommittally.
A moment later, Han Yunting came out of the coffee shop with a coffee bag in his hand. He returned to the street and handed Leng Shutong, "your latte."
Leng Shutong took it with a smile, "thank you."
He remembered that he loved lattes.
As for the other two cups, they are all pure American.
Han's brothers and sisters all prefer pure American coffee with bitter taste!