Chapter 1510

Yue Tingfeng thought about it in his mind. At last, he took Arthur directly to a hot pot shop.

He thought, foreigners don't like spicy food very much, spicy to death.

He ordered a mandarin duck pot. He thought that Arthur, a pure foreigner, might not understand mandarin duck pot. At that time, he would always ask him to eat spicy food. He and Qingsi would eat clear soup pot.

But unexpectedly, when one end of the pot came up, Arthur was excited: "Oh Hot pot, honey, your husband is so sweet. How does he know that I like hot pot best? Did you tell him? Now I think he is really good. "

Yue Tingfeng's face turned black at that time

Yan Qingsi gently pinched Yue Tingfeng at the bottom, "since I want to entertain you, I'm sure I'll take you to eat your favorite."

So next, Yue Tingfeng watched. Arthur used chopsticks more smoothly than the Chinese, shouting spicy while eating spicy oil.

Yue Tingfeng thinks that he really has no appetite. This is probably the worst meal in his life.

Yanqingsi picked up a beef ball from the clear soup pot and put it in Yue Tingfeng's bowl.

Arthur stopped when he saw the action of eating. He said, "I used to bring you vegetables. I didn't expect that Now you can even give others food, suddenly feel, we really haven't seen each other for a long time, you and I remember that Monica is not the same

Yan Qingsi said with a smile, "when you get married, it's always different from before."

Arthur didn't speak. He bowed his head and continued to eat.

He ate a lot, a meal, probably only he ate the most delicious.

At the end of an unpleasant lunch, Arthur said with a smile, "let's meet mill together. He said that even if I recommend you to him, I should see you with my own eyes, otherwise he doesn't know how to shoot."

Yan Qingsi nodded: "good!"

Back in Mai Jie's studio, Yan Qingsi finally meets the legendary photographer Stuart Mill, which is totally different from what she imagined.

Yan Qingsi once imagined a master photographer, who should be full of literary and artistic atmosphere, with deep eyes and a little decadent. He has a desolation of going through the world. His eyes are his lens, and he can see everything clearly.

But looking at the man in front of her, it's too different from what she thought, isn't it?

The man in front of him was very tall, about 1.9 meters high, a little bit higher. He was wearing a camel coat to the knee, a black high collar sweater, dark brown short hair combed back, a light blue beard on his chin, a high nose, green eyes, like emerald. He was a standard foreign handsome man. His features were more three-dimensional than Arthur's, like stone carvings, without any defects.

Compared with his status as an artist, he is more like an aristocrat. When he looks at Yan Qingsi, he looks at her carefully and criticizes her.

Yan Qingsi didn't like his eyes. She saw the unfriendliness in his eyes.

He reached out and said, "Hello, I'm Stuart Mill."

Before yanqingsi moved, Yue Tingfeng held out his hand and shook it with him, but he soon let it go. He said, "Hello, I'm yanqingsi's husband, Yue Tingfeng."

In the face of a person with unusual momentum, Yue Tingfeng can finally play a normal role and release his overbearing style as president. His eyes are unpredictable and his expression is indifferent. You are noble. I can be more noble than you. I am colder than you.

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