Chapter 271

Hearing the sound, the woman with the gauze hat slowly tightened her open palm, and then closed the window seemingly obediently.

The sound of rain suddenly faded down, blocking all the noise out of the window.

The man who spoke was smiling and shaking his head, exposing her seemingly docile appearance.

"Ah Cheng, are you going to reopen the window when I leave?"

Being told to be careful, the woman turned her lips and sighed helplessly.

"Just a minute. How about ten minutes? Five minutes will do? "

Her voice line is a little thick, with a sense of hoarseness. Hearing this voice, the man standing at the door frowns and smiles.

When he didn't smile, he looked quite cool and gorgeous, as if he was thousands of miles away.

Seeing his slightly changed expression, Cheng sighed. She knew what it was because of.

The doctor said that her vocal cords were damaged by the smoke in the fire. Although she has recovered a lot in the past three months, she can't be as good as before.

But what is it like to be as good as ever?

She should be, I don't remember.

Think of here, a Cheng raises a face, to the line of sight that the man worries.

"Well, I don't want to open the window. You can go and paint. Don't you mean you have to hand it in before Christmas?"

"I know you've been in the room for a long time," the man said. Instead of turning away, he stepped into the room.

In the room, a black German shepherd who was lying in the corner and sleeping soundly suddenly opened one eye.

The reason is that the other eye of the German Shepherd seems to have been injured, leaving a scar that is difficult to heal. It looks terrible.

But a Cheng is not afraid, she squatted down and kneaded its small head in a soothing way. She said: "be obedient, don't be cruel to Huajun."

Huajun is the first person she saw when she opened her eyes from the hospital bed. He saved her and her dog from the fire accident.

However, this loyal dog seems to be ungrateful to his master's life-saving benefactor. Every time he sees him, he is grinning. Even Hua Jun wants to change his dressing. From head to toe, even every hair is trying to refuse.

In the end, the medicine didn't work out. On the contrary, it made a mess for Huajun.

Ah Cheng is sorry for this, but Hua Jun is not really angry. He just points to the proud dog and says, "it's a bad dog, ah Cheng. Anyway, you don't remember its name. Let's call it Xiao bad."

So the hasty name was set.

A Cheng doesn't seem to have any room to refute. After all, her own name is also given by Hua Jun.

He said her eyes were as clear as a lake, so he called her Acheng.

The name is just a symbol. It doesn't matter who she is without memory.

A Cheng is very open to this matter. She heard that the accident she experienced before was terrible. It was a fluke to survive.

Therefore, she should not be dissatisfied, she should cherish happiness.

Think of here, a Cheng stretched out his hand, just received the rain hand is still a little wet, cold fingertips to touch his cheek.

Huajun is a step out, regardless of the side bared teeth line mouth De Mu, the first to stop her action.

"Don't touch. The wound is still healing. Don't touch it casually."

It's been so long, and it's almost healed. He's just afraid that she will touch the ugly mark.

Ah Cheng smiles and gently lifts the gauze cap. She sees her beautiful face, but now it looks terrible because of the scald on her right cheek.

"Ugly, isn't it?"

Cheng heartless asked out this sentence, Huajun's eyes darkened, said clearly against the heart, but also true words.

"No, it's not ugly at all."

With such a pair of clear and beautiful eyes, people can ignore everything else.

Chengsong opens her hand, and the gauze falls down slowly, covering the ugly scar again. There is only a shadowy outline left, which makes people unable to see whether there has been sadness and sadness in her eyes.

Hua Jun takes a deep breath and digs off the topic: "I know you are bored in the room. I'll take you to sketch tomorrow. The London Eye in the sunset is very beautiful. I want to record it. Every time you help me take a picture, the angle is very beautiful."

She is now an assistant in his studio, helping to deal with some trivial work, but also part-time photographer.

But actually Hua Jun is a professional. She doesn't know anything about lens and focusing.

Hua Jun said that, maybe she was just afraid that she would hurt her self-esteem if she felt that she had nothing to eat.

But he's totally over worried.

A Cheng thinks that as long as she is thick skinned, it's really good to be a trash. I hope her boss won't consider dismissing her for the time being."Good! I'll do it for you! "

In fact, what she was thinking was that last time she went to a Steakhouse near London eye, it was very delicious. Should she have it medium rare or medium rare

Huajun saw that she didn't feel sad. She was relieved and said with a smile, "well, let's go out tomorrow."

As soon as Huajun's voice fell, there was a knock on the door behind him.

"Young master, Miss Cheng, dinner is ready."

Huajun look a Lin, frown way: "know, we will go down."

"Is it uncle Gong? Do you have my favorite preserved egg and lean meat porridge tonight? "

Ah Cheng looks as usual. He pushes the door open, and the old housekeeper in a suit is standing outside. I don't know how long he has been standing here.

"Yes, I specially told the cook today."

Uncle Gong has been in business for more than 40 years and is very professional. Everything is well arranged. Ah Cheng heard from Hua Jun that this man used to be the old housekeeper of a friend of his father's family. Later, the friend's family immigrated. Uncle Gong didn't want to leave his hometown, so he went to Hua Jun's home.

However, I didn't expect that I would go abroad to study with the prince in Great Britain.

Cheng feels that Huajun's father's move is a waste of resources.

But since someone is waiting on her, she'll just shut up and enjoy it.

Cheng smiles and thanks uncle Gong sweetly.

"Thank you, uncle Gong. Please." As she said, her eyes floated to the old housekeeper's respectful hand.

In addition to wrinkles, the hands of people over 50 years old also have some age spots.

Glancing at it, ah Cheng goes downstairs, but the German shepherd in the room is still lazy and unwilling to move. He only shrinks in the corner where he has been lying down, as if there is only one corner in such a big house.