"Just because she has just set foot in this field, her mind has not solidified," Deng Jie sighed. "When I teach her, master and I try to avoid setting too many rules for her, so as not to inadvertently wear away her original spirit."

"It's like cutting an apple. Most people cut everything in half from the depression, so they didn't find the little star when they cut the apple."

"From the first time we saw people cut apples, we fell into a misunderstanding we didn't notice."

"Creativity is the most valuable asset."

Deng Yi also sighed and nodded silently.

On the other side, Wen Xiao went to the front desk to ask for water and watermelon. As soon as he reached the door of the toilet near the house, he was suddenly pulled in with his mouth covered.

Wen Xiao just wanted to step on people when he heard the familiar voice of the man.

"Don't be afraid, it's me."

Wen Xiao was stunned, and a touch of disbelief crossed his eyes.

How could he be here!

Seeing that Wen Xiao was no longer struggling, cen Feng breathed a sigh of relief and gently took the girl's shoulder and asked her to turn to face herself.

"Steamed bread? Why did you come?" Wen Xiao subconsciously called the man's previous name and looked up at him.

"I'm looking for you," Cen Feng's expression was soft, but his eyes were almost greedy staring at the girl's face, and he didn't want to move away. "How are you recently?"

"I'm fine," Wen Xiao's eyes flushed, "just a little miss you..."

CEN Feng sighed in her heart and held the girl in her arms.

"You only miss me a little, but I miss you very much," the man's sexy voice sounded in his ear, like a feather gently sweeping in his ear, which made people feel a little itchy. "I can't eat at the thought of rice."

Wen Xiao's cheeks are reddish and nestled in Cen Feng's arms. He feels that his heartbeat is out of control.

"You've completely recovered, haven't you?" the girl whispered. "How did you find me?"

"I remember you told Tu yuan that you would come to the competition," Cen Feng stroked the girl's long hair. "The family gave me some tasks, so I'll come and see you."

"When are you leaving?" Wen Xiao looked up at him, his eyes a little lonely. "Are you leaving soon?"

"Xiao Xiao," Cen Feng didn't answer her question, but looked into her eyes seriously, "can I ask you a question?"

Wen Xiao looked at him blankly and felt that his girl's heart, which had been silent for a long time, was like a hundred deer, jumping wildly in his heart and shouting to rush out.

"I like you. Do you like me?"

On a certain floor of an ordinary hotel, beside the toilet door, a confession suddenly happened.

But neither of the two people standing there felt funny.

If it were you, you would feel very happy even if you were confessed in the toilet.

"I like you too."

CEN Feng smiled. He lowered his head and held the girl's cool lips.

It's no longer a simple touch. The man seems to get through the flirting Ren Du pulse in an instant, and the kissing action is very skillful.

For a long time, he felt the girl's gradually rapid breathing, and then reluctantly released her.

"I have to confess to you - the family has other arrangements for my marriage. If you are with me, you will face unimaginable great pressure," Cen Feng looked at Wen Xiao with a trace of gloom. "You should think carefully and don't rush to answer me, because once you nod to me, I won't let go of my hand."

"Even if you beg me, I won't let go."