C14

Huo Lianqing took a deep breath, faintly smiled at Ambrose, then followed him out of the drawing room. The moment Huo Lianqing came out, she immediately smiled at Zhuang Zhou's face, which was filled with a meaningful smile. Huo Lianqing's watery eyes met with her clear and bright smiling eyes.

"Come sit down and try my chrysanthemum tea." Zhuang Zhou broke the silence and greeted Obo and Huo Lianqing as they sat down to drink tea.

"Chrysanthemum tea is my favorite drink. You like it too? " Huo Lian's melodious voice rang out again. It was like the melodious voice of an oriole, lingering in the hall.

Zhuang Zhou hesitated for a moment and then smiled.

"So young miss also likes this one. Moreover, it's such a beautiful lady."

An Bowen sat at the side, looking at them with a smile that was not a smile. His lips curved into a pretty smile as one hand rested on the back of the sofa while the other held a teacup. At this moment, the indifferent expression on his face had disappeared, as if he was a lazy rich kid who was unrestrained. Her slender fingers were like a soft and beautiful flower ornament on the white porcelain.

He was usually cold and reserved, and this added a bit of charm to his charm. Huo Lianqing sat at the side and chatted and laughed with Zhuang Zhou. Zhuang Zhou liked fashion to begin with. Although the two of them had a large gap in their age, Huo Lianqing didn't feel the existence of the generation gap at all. Instead, she felt that she was slightly inferior to Zhuang Zhuang.

At noon, he picked up a barbecue stove in the courtyard. He took off his jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and stood there, busy. At first, Huo Lianqing was a little surprised when she saw him like that. However, when she saw that his hands and feet were neatly roasting the food, she put her hand under her chin and looked at him with interest.

Occasionally, he raised his head and saw that she was looking at him with narrowed eyes. She did not panic when he looked at her, and there was even a trace of provocation in her eyes. With a smile, he continued with his work. Zhuang Zhou sat by the side and watched everything.

How long have you been seeing each other?" Zhuang Zhou's voice was very pleasant to hear, not at all like a young girl's. It carried the charm of a mature woman, neither coquettish nor displeased. "It sounded very pleasant, as if it were a beautiful voice coming from a microphone on a vast stage.

"Relationship? "We're not what you think we are …" Huo Lianqing smiled as she looked at Zhuang Zhou, her eyes full of confidence. She didn't even mind telling Zhuang Zhou that she was just his mistress.

"We've known each other for more than 10 years. Occasionally, when he's upset, he would come visit me, but he has never brought a girl with him." Zhuang Zhou had a pair of clear eyes that could see through everything. As she spoke, her clear eyes fell on Huo Lianqing's face. Although her eyes were gentle and harmless, there was an invisible sense of oppression within them.

"Oh, really? How did you meet? I can't see that a man like him still likes art. " Huo Lianqing changed the sensitive topic and tried to change the topic.

"Of course he knows art, and he never stops pursuing it." Huo Rulie waved a hand at Ann Bowen. Her smile was bright and radiant under the sunlight, like a pure and attractive young girl.

"He pursues art? "You're not saying …" Huo Lianqing suddenly came to a realization as she covered her mouth with one hand and pointed at Zhuang Zhou's face with the other.

The two of them laughed out loud. Then, Obo Wen placed the roasted food on a plate and walked over with the plate in his hand.

"What are you guys talking about? Why are you guys so happy?" Zhuang Zhou and Huo Lianqing looked at each other and then spoke at the same time.

"I won't tell you!" Laughter floated between the green mountains and the green waters, as if it was spring, full of passion and hope.

The afternoon sun was strong and lazy, making people drowsy. Occasionally, there would be a breeze, as if feathers were gently swirling down from the sky. After Zhuang Zhou finished his lunch, he sat in his bedroom meditating. He sat on the lawn and bathed in the boundless sunlight.

Golden sunlight shone through her forehead and onto her long eyelashes, gently fluttering her eyelashes like two golden butterflies. She slightly narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her head. Her entire person seemed to be an illusion. She looked so peaceful and beautiful.

An Bowen wanted to go up and sit beside her, but he didn't have the heart to disturb her. He stealthily turned around, intending to leave.

"You want to go back by yourself and leave me here?" It seemed like they were just teasing him. After half a day of getting along with each other, they had become a lot more casual with each other.

"Don't you like it here?" An Bowen gave a devilish smile and put his hands in his pockets, making him look like a refined gentleman.

"Even if you like something, you don't necessarily have it. Some things only excite desire because they are extravagant, don't they?" Huo Lianqing put away her lazy look from before. Her face returned to its previous indifferent and confident look. Her cold eyes met Ann Bowen's black eyes.

The sunlight scattered all over their heads and bodies. It was as if they were in a beautiful oil painting, and their backs were in a sea of blue and blue. Zhuang Zhou stood by the window watching them, a meaningful smile on his face.

When they went back, Huo Lianqing seemed to be in a good mood. She opened the window and stretched out her hand to meet the wind. Her hair was messed up by the wind that blew in, and as her eyes darted around, she gently reached out her hand to lift her hair. His hair instantly flew up like a waterfall. As it brushed past his face, a faint fragrance wafted out from the cool breeze, causing his heart to slightly tremble.

Huo Lianqing seemed to have done it on purpose. She didn't put her hands to her hair, and let it flutter in the wind and flutter messily across his face. As his hair fell on his face, it began to itch slightly. An Bowen slightly frowned, but he quickly regained his composure.

As they entered the city, the sky slowly darkened. Perhaps because she was tired, Huo Lianqing fell asleep while leaning against the backrest. The way she slept was very quiet and calm, which suited her age. The way she woke up was as if she was a woman that had experienced many vicissitudes of life. That was not the expression she should have, and he did not know why it appeared on her face.

The car was dead and parked there, with occasional servants scurrying around the yard. The shadow lights around the villa were like eyes, shining on the flowers and trees in the yard, leaving mottled shadows on the walls. Several times he tried to wake her up, but he resisted. Her fingers gently caressed her messy hair and pushed it to the side. In front of her was a pure and flawless face.

Her body was covered with Amboven's coat, and half of her face was buried in the shadows. There were no lights on in the car, and by the light of the surroundings, her face was as if it were right in front of his eyes.