The real daughter was spoiled by her ex-husband

Chapter 450 You also sometimes run out of words

The butler nodded, stepped aside, and waited quietly for Zhan Qingyuan to go upstairs to rest.

The man's black eyes were deep, and he walked upstairs.

After he took a shower, he explained to Qin Feng what had happened in the past two days, and the other party left, so he went downstairs, looking for the location downstairs.

Only the wall lamps were turned on in the corridor, which was dim but gloomy.

It was so quiet that the sound of footsteps could be clearly heard.

When he approached the room at the end, he immediately smelled a strange fragrance, like a mixture of various perfumes, but it was more elegant and refreshing than that feeling.

Zhan Qingyuan's tiredness was quickly dispelled, but he became more and more curious about what Nanxi was doing inside.

The door didn't close completely, leaving a gap.

The cold white light came from inside, which was incompatible with the light outside.

The closer you get, the stronger the aroma will be.

Zhan Qingyuan put his big palm on the doorknob, Mo Mou looked inside.

The woman is between a pile of transparent cups, constantly mixing, controlling the dosage, her face is fair and fair without makeup, her facial features are beautiful and beautiful, her long hair is draped over her shoulders, sliding down in strands, she is impatient He ticked it off with his hands, and his subordinates were recording something with a notebook.

what is she doing?
Zhan Qingyuan had doubts, so he didn't open the door.

Inside, Nanxi stared at the measuring cup intently, and steadily squeezed a drop of orange liquid into it with her hand.

A hint of sweetness came out, and a smile appeared on her face.

finished.

Just about to share with others, only to find that the person she shared with in the past is not around.

Her smile fell, but there was still a little smile in her eyes, and she was about to re-determine the formula.

However, the subtle fluctuations in the air made her notice a slight difference.

When Zhan Qingyuan was wondering why she didn't move, the woman's cold voice sounded: "How long do you want to peek there?"

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Nan Xi raised her eyes and looked over, her pupils were clear and moist.

Zhan Qingyuan pushed open the door and walked in.

She stared at him without speaking.

The man lowered his eyes, glanced at the utensils in front of her, his brows were faintly creased, "It's so late, what are you doing?"

Nan Xi's expression and tone were very light: "I'm working."

Work?

"As I remember, your major is finance."

When did she do these things?

Nan Xi lied without changing his face: "As a hobby, can't you?"

Yes, of course, but what he cares about is not whether it is possible or not.

The emotions in Zhan Qingyuan's eyes were mixed, even if he didn't know the fragrance industry, he knew what she was doing.

He pursed his thin lips, his eyes were sharp, "When did you learn this?"

"Three years ago, abroad."

He tightened his palms, seeing a little strangeness in her eyes.

It turned out that before he knew it, she had already transformed.

When he reunited with her before, he knew she had changed, but in his eyes, she was still the same as before.

But looking at these things that he had never understood, she manipulated them skillfully, as if she had experienced them thousands of times.

Suddenly, he suddenly felt... He missed her too much, he never knew her.

Compared to the turmoil in his heart, Nan Xi was very calm.

"How does it taste?" she asked.

The corners of Zhan Qingyuan's eyes twitched slightly, "...very special."

It is indeed a very special taste, sweet but not greasy, thick but not demonic, like a pure girl, but also cold and fragrant.

Most importantly, he felt that his consciousness was clearer.

Nan Xi smiled, "You also have times when you are at a loss for words."

(End of this chapter)