Devil's Honey Baby

Ji Zailin took the milk and drank it.

Yao Jiang stopped asking, but his face was much softer.

Although Ji Zailin sometimes has a bad temper, he is good.

After breakfast, Ji Zailin took her to fashion week as she said.

Yao Jiang is so big that he hasn't really seen Paris fashion week on TV. Of course, many people haven't seen it.

The fashion week was held in the kaluselle Hall of the Louvre.

Red carpet, noble and elegant T-stage, all kinds of people dressed in luxury brands all over the world gathered here.

They talked in fluent English, some in their own language.

After entering the venue, Yao Jiang kept his eyes on their clothes, jewelry and shoes.

Yao Jiang thinks that design is like this. You need to see, accumulate, inspire and talent.

Watching is not only from watching TV, but also from life and broadening your horizons.

That is, different customs, different occasions.,

Especially now, people from many countries appear in front of her in their beautiful clothes, which is exactly what she needs.

Ji Zailin didn't disturb Yao Jiang's concentration. He was serious. Even after he came in, he unknowingly let her go. She didn't know.

Ji Zailin likes to see Yao Jiang's thirst for knowledge. It seems that there are countless lights in it. It's dazzling, but he still can't help approaching.

Yao Jiang looked at this and that. She didn't react until Ji Zailin pulled her into the VIP chair next to the T-stage.

"You..."

"Take a good look, I spent a lot of money on spring clothes this year!" Ji Zailin interrupted her, with the domineering of the strong in his eyes. He made it public, but it was not annoying.

That's just right.

The heart jumped up quickly. Yao Jiang looked at Ji Zailin and felt an intense emotion. It seemed that he had something to blurt out and couldn't help but want to say something.

But the more so, the more she didn't know what to say. She squeezed her hands tightly together, pursed her lips, and thanked her eyes. After all, she didn't say anything.

The music sounded and the fashion show officially began.

Yao Jiang withdrew his mind and looked at the T-stage.

You are looking at the scenery, but I am looking at you.

When Yao Jiang looked at the model on the T-stage motionless, Ji Zailin also looked at her motionless.

Even took out her cell phone and took a picture of her.

The people in the photo opened their eyes wide. They were in full bloom, like fireworks in an instant. They were beautiful to the extreme.

And he wants to freeze such beauty.

Then, forever, keep it.

One day, Yao Jiang was immersed in the shock, and the inspiration in his brain kept pouring down like a fountain.

As soon as she got back to the villa, she picked up the paper and pen and sat down on the sofa to draw.

Ji Zailin looked at Yao Jiang who hadn't seen him since he left the kaluselle Hall of the Louvre, and his heart suddenly sulked.

He made his wife happy, but his wife ignored him.

He felt that he had dug a big hole, which was originally used to bury Yao Jiang, but he buried himself!

Inspiration came quickly. Yao Jiang was a workaholic again, so she was busy until dark. She still kept bending and painting, like a person who pressed a fixed key. She felt nothing.

Ji Zailin came in from the door and looked at Yao Jiang who didn't even move. His face suddenly sank.

The pit is a little deep.

"Have you eaten?"

He came up and asked.

When he and Yao Jiang came back, they just had something to do and went out.

It was six o'clock before they knew it.

Yao Jiang answered without raising his head, "No."

Ji Zailin frowned fiercely and shot at the servant who came out of the kitchen like a sword.

The servant was a real Parisian. Seeing Ji Zailin's look, he immediately explained.

"Miss said to eat later."

Ji Zailin looks at Yao Jiang. After saying that, Yao Jiang stops moving and immerses himself in his thoughts again.

Ji Zailin felt that Yao Jiang was far away from himself. Such a distance made him very unhappy.

He turned to the servant and said in fluent English, "dinner is served."

"Yes, sir."

The servant soon went to the kitchen.

Ji Zailin came to Yao Jiang and said in a deep voice, "now eat and draw after eating."

“……”

Yao Jiang didn't answer.

"Yao Jiang!"

Ji Zailin bent and fiercely took away the painting in her hand, with a heavy anger on his face.

When doing something with your heart, you should avoid being disturbed by others, especially when you have good inspiration.

Yao Jiang was also angry. He looked at Ji Zailin, wrung his eyebrows, and his face was inspired. He was extremely uncomfortable after being interrupted. "I'll finish this, and you can eat it yourself."

Then he reached out and grabbed the painting in Ji Zailin's hand.

Ji Zailin lifted his hand and Yao Jiang couldn't get it even if he cushioned his feet.

His face turned cold. "Ji Zailin, give me the painting!"

Ji Zailin's temper also came up. He stuffed the painting into his suit with an overbearing scoundrel on his face. "If you don't eat, don't want this painting!"

Then he turned and sat gracefully at the table.

Yao Jiang looks at Ji Zailin's figure, his teeth itch with anger, resists the action of trying to tear him, and walks to the table.

The servant quickly brought out the food.

Regardless of Ji Zailin, Yao Jiang quickly picked up the rice with chopsticks and put down the bowl after only a few times.

Reach out to Ji Zailin and say, "painting!"

Ji Zailin didn't look at her, but at her empty bowl. He called the servant and asked her to fill another bowl for Yao Jiang.

Yao Jiang's English is not very good, but he can understand it simply.

"Ji Zailin!"

The servant quickly put the rice in front of Yao Jiang. Ji Zailin took the dishes and put them in Yao Jiang's bowl. Then he looked at her. With a reproach on his handsome face, he was more cold. "You're not in good health and abuse yourself. Yao Jiang, you're so capable!"

Hold your breath in your chest, but you can't get out.

Yao Jiang didn't know whether he was angry or what. He couldn't say a retort.

After finishing this sentence, Ji Zailin brought vegetables to her, "eat more, eat enough food and be able to work. I don't understand this simple truth. I don't believe you're stupid!"

Yao Jiang picked up the bowl after all. He was no longer anxious to eat quickly, but chewed and swallowed slowly.

Ji Zailin looked at Yao Jiang's actions. His face was better. He called the servant and brought up the nutritional soup.

Therefore, the final result was that Yao Jiang ate two bowls of rice and two bowls of soup. Ji Zailin was willing to let her go.

Give her the painting back.

It's just that Yao Jiang is too full to sit down.

The inspiration was interrupted and couldn't connect at once. She simply stopped painting and walked out of the villa.

Want to eat.

Ji Zailin frowned when he saw Yao Jiang wearing only a sweater. He took his coat and went up.

As soon as Yao Jiang walked out of the hall, the cold wind outside the door came from the pavement. She shivered subconsciously.

Just after shivering, he put on a warm coat on his back. At the same time, Ji Zailin scolded in his ear, "I thought you were a cold-blooded animal, not afraid of cold!"

Ji Zailin likes to say some unkind words to attack her and satirize her. It's just that she can't refute every time. It's the same this time.

Yao Jiang only frowned and looked at Ji Zailin, then turned and plunged into the cold wind.

The night in Paris is colder than that in city B, but when she saw the bustling lights at night, she felt that even if it was cold, it was worth it.

It's really beautiful!

Ji Zailin was originally very angry with Yao Jiang's cold face, but when he saw Yao Jiang's smile floating on his face, he moved in his heart, took her hand and walked towards the garage.

"Take you somewhere!"

Yao Jiang was dragged away by Ji Zailin before he was surprised.

But she didn't expect Ji Zailin to take her to the mall.

shopping!

Yao Jiang fainted.

Sometimes she felt that she and Ji Zailin had to change their thoughts.

For example, a woman likes shopping, but she doesn't like it. On the contrary, Ji Zailin likes it very much.

She looked at the big shopping mall and a wide range of goods in front of her. Suddenly she had a headache.

When a man keeps pulling you to buy clothes and jewelry, making comments, and even naturally pulls you to the underwear store to buy your personal clothes freely.

Yao Jiang felt that this is not a kind of enjoyment, but pain.

Ji Zailin pulled her around the mall like last time, looking very excited.

"Ji Zailin, I want to go to the bathroom."

Well, after eating too much and walking for so long, she has consumed a lot of physical strength. She wants to go to the bathroom.

This is France. Her English is not good. Ji Zailin is also afraid that she will be lost. He wants to accompany Yao Jiang to the bathroom.

Yao Jiang has a black face and strictly forbids Ji Zailin from standing outside waiting for her.

She's not so stupid!

Ji Zailin was defeated by her stubbornness, but he still told her uneasily.

Yao Jiang listened lazily, turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Ji Zailin is sometimes more wordy than aunt Qin.

Yao Jiang shook his head helplessly and walked into the bathroom.

The shopping mall at night is still very busy, but it's very late now, so there are not many people.

Yao Jiang came out of the bathroom. As soon as he came out of the corner, a gust of wind came from the side.

Before she could react, she was hit on the ground.

And the person who hit her was obviously not good, 'hissing'.

Yao Jiang looked at the voice and saw a woman with big chestnut waves sitting on the ground, her hands tightly covering her ankles, and a white and tender melon seed face full of pain.

"Did you sprain your foot?"

Yao Jiang asked subconsciously, opening his mouth in authentic Mandarin.

The woman looked surprised as if she didn't expect to meet people from the same country here. "Are you from city B?"

Yao Jiang didn't expect that as soon as he exported, the woman recognized him. She was surprised and said with a smile, "yes."

Yao Jiang then looked at her foot and asked anxiously, "did you sprain your foot?"

Then he got up and went to see her.

When it comes to feet, the woman let go of her hand covering her ankle, her beautiful and meticulous eyebrows wrinkled, her thick eyelashes cast a dark shadow, but her voice was with unbearable pain.

"Yes, I seem to have sprained."