Runaway wife: Wolves are always pestering

Cheng Yelie wanted to say something, but the blond-haired, blue-eyed maid came out holding the phone, and said in French that the children could not understand: "Master, your phone number."

Qian'er is holding an exquisite teacup, drinking scented tea and delicious snacks, regardless of what Cheng Yelie is saying.

Cheng Yelie sat and talked at first, but then he stood up for fear of boring her, walked to the white railing in front of the door, and continued talking non-stop. He spoke English, speaking quickly and urgently.

Qian'er took out her painting tools from the big backpack.

Can't help but describe such a beautiful scenery in front of me. [

When she was at the airport, she was a little dazed and didn't know where to go.

Then, his appearance was like her beacon.

Both joy and fear.

After being caught by him, he escorted her on the plane without any explanation. At that time, she was sitting beside him stupidly, sleeping until the plane landed, only to realize that she was clearly sitting in the first class cabin, and what turned into a private jet.

A beautiful sea of ​​flowers gradually emerged from her brush, and there was a handsome man like an angel on it, without sunglasses.

She outlined Cheng Yelie's eyes very vividly, even the wicked smile was so resembling.

Qian'er didn't need to look at him at all to draw a portrait.

"What are you painting?" Cheng Yelie's voice sounded.

Qian'er hastily blocked the painting with her body, not showing it to him.

Surprised, Cheng Yelie lifted her up, then took off the sunglasses on his nose, half-closed his eyes, and said appreciatively: "Little thing, so you are quite talented in this area."

In just half an hour, she had almost finished a painting, but she didn't color it.

He snatched it over and said domineeringly, "The one who drew it is me, right? Well, that's right, treat it as a gift for me, confiscate it!"

Qian'er was dumbfounded: "Uh, I didn't say I would give it to you, it's mine."

He shook his head, rolled it up, then held it in his hand, and said proudly and domineeringly: "You painted me, didn't you?"

She nodded.

Lie Shao smiled evilly: "Since the painting is me, it is a gift for me, so confiscate it."

Qian'er said, "It hasn't been painted yet, so it's useless if you take it."

He wasn't fooled: "It's okay, for the sake of how beautifully you drew me, I will treat you to a candlelight dinner tonight."

Uh uh, candlelight dinner? [

She said embarrassingly: "Actually, you don't have to worry about me. If you have something to do, you can just go and do it yourself. I'll just stay here alone. This place is beautiful, and I will feel very happy alone."

He leaned down, propped up the white round table with one hand, approached her face, and said with a half-smile, "What do you think I'm busy with?"

The warm breath was blowing on her face, Qian'er's whole face was hot, avoiding his beautiful and clear eyes, she was so nervous that she didn't know what to say.

She was very afraid of him approaching like this. Every time, she would feel nervous, her mouth would dry up, and she didn't know what to do.

The tip of his nose lightly touched hers, and she opened her eyes so nervous that she accidentally bumped into his beautiful pupils, and she could clearly see her panicked reflection.

Young Master Lie's eyes were full of deep smiles, and even his voice couldn't hide the smile: "Huh?" This little thing is really cute, any emotion is shown on his face, how can he be in love? You won't see her nervousness.

No woman can resist his approach.