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"Sorry to have kept you waiting for three hours, are you hungry?" Hearing his words, Zhuo Nianfeng felt embarrassed. Looking at the sun, it was indeed noon.

When he was with Xiao Yin, he would always forget about the time. Perhaps it was a waste of time for him to take the medicine, so he suddenly coughed up so much.

"A little. Where do you want to go for lunch?" Ouyang Shuo opened the car door for her without the slightest hint of impatience. "Wellington, sPub, or the Chinese restaurant in the suburbs. Let's see what style you like."

"As you wish." Zhuo Yanfeng said absent-mindedly as he was still thinking about Xiao Yin.

"Then why don't you go eat some Latin American food and then go to DuPont Park and set up an easel?" Ouyang Yu continued to ask for my opinion.

"You're master, you have the final say." Turning his head, Zhuo Yanfeng smiled and said.

"If you don't enjoy your meal, there's no point in going anywhere." Ouyang Yu said with a smile as he sat beside her.

Looking at his smiling eyes, Zhuo Yanfeng was slightly startled. This man's words were always half true and half false, leaving people at a loss as to how to reply.

"Anything... "Eat some." After staring at each other for a while, Zhuo Yanfeng finally shifted his eyes away and said.

"OK." He whispered something to the driver, and the car turned and headed down the hill.

Zhuo Yanfeng regretted saying the two words "anything".

According to her incomplete estimate, this "casual" meal would take her a year of hard work to pay off, and perhaps more.

Although she knew that Ouyang Yu making her a 'maid' was only an excuse to keep her by his side, in order to prevent the man in front of her from suddenly saying, "This meal needs to be repaid with your labor." Zhuo Yanfeng carefully ate a very small portion of it and then put down his knife and fork, waiting for him to finish eating.

"You don't like this taste?" Ouyang Yu also put down his knife and fork, and raised his eyebrows as he looked at the untouched food in front of her.

"Ugh …" "I'm not hungry!"

"Is that so?" Ouyang Yu shot a glance at Zhuo Xinfeng before lowering his head with a faint smile on his lips. "Are you in a bad mood to see Le Dian Yin?"

"Worried about his condition." Zhuo Yanfeng said honestly.

"Can I transplant a heart?" he asked, looking up.

"I don't know." Looking at his beautiful white left hand, she suddenly thought that if she could transplant a heart, her memories would be replaced as well. Then she would also want to transplant a heart …

He didn't want to think about Han Muyun every day. If he didn't know him from the start, how great would that be?

"I'll get the best doctor who can help you. Don't worry." Ouyang Yu smiled and said, "Can you eat more now?"

"Huh?" Zhuo Yanfeng was dazed for a moment.

"Since he is your most important friend, I will try my best to help him." Ouyang Yu saw Zhuo Xinfeng's surprised look, and raised his chin as he smiled slyly. "I know the most famous cardiologist in the United States, but you have to finish the food in front of you first. And I don't want you to be with me because the others are distracted, okay? "

"You mean …" You can help treat Xiao Yin? " Zhuo Yanfeng stood up in joy, and slapped his hand across the table. "Can Xiao Yin's illness really be cured?"

"How would we know without trying?" Ouyang Yu laughed. "If Xiao Yin's condition improves, how are you going to repay me?"

"Ugh …" Zhuo Yanfeng's mouth was slightly open as he looked at him in a daze.

"Idiot." Ouyang Yu chuckled and held her hand back, bringing it up to his lips. "When a man is willing to do something for you, he's mostly willing. Don't bother with the so-called conditions, otherwise you'll be cheated until you're miserable, do you understand?"

Before he finished his sentence, his lips landed on the back of her hand.

Zhuo Yanfeng's movement was not as fast as his, and by the time he had retracted his hand, he had already been eaten.

This guy is really … to be liked and hated...

Eh? Like it?

How could she look at him in a new light because of these little favors?

However, helping Xiao Yin was not a small favor … If she really could cure his illness, then it would be a life saving favor …

"The food is going to get cold. How long are you going to stand there, little maid?" Ouyang Yu asked with a smile as he looked at Zhuo Yanfeng, who was forcefully calming his aura and using his psychokinesis to stare at his hand.

"Ouyang Yu, can you …" Zhuo Yanfeng wanted to discuss his actions with him a little bit more seriously.

"Self-respect. "I know that one of my kisses and one of Le Dian Yin's lives were not equal." Ouyang Yu shrugged his shoulders as he laughed at himself.

"I didn't mean it that way, you just …"

"OK, I'll pay attention next time, okay?" Ouyang Yu helplessly made a "stop" gesture and said to himself, "Are you a servant or a master, why aren't you patient with me at all?"

"Sorry, let's continue eating …" Zhuo Yanfeng saw the look of disappointment on his face, and the displeasure in his face disappeared by a large half.

Now, she was full of joy thinking, if the eldest son of the First Consortium could help Xiao Yin … Perhaps it really could cure his strange illness.

On the large lawn of Dupont Park, there were open-air stage shows, picnics, bicycles, rollers, boatmen, saucers, and even some orchestras and folk performers who seemed to be out in the open.

In a place that was not the most lively yet was eye-catching, an easel was quietly propped up, as if waiting for its owner to arrive.

Ouyang Yu walked straight to the easel and sat down. He smiled at Zhuo Yanfeng and said, "Be my first customer."

"Huh?" Ye Zichen looked at him with a bit of confusion, then spoke with a single voice.

"Pick a comfortable position and keep it for half an hour." He lifted his red lips and pointed to the lawn.

"Let's talk about it first. I don't have the money to pay for the painting." Zhuo Yanfeng looked around hesitantly before whispering.

"Haha." Ouyang Yu couldn't help laughing out loud.

His gorgeous eastern face had attracted the attention of many foreigners to begin with. His laugh was like a hundred flowers blooming in the sky. Only a few big men could be seen whispering in each other's ears. They were also chuckling.

"What's so funny?" Zhuo Yanfeng mumbled as he sat on the ground, trying to find a comfortable position.

"I'm sorry, was I the one who turned you into a little gold lady?" Ouyang Yu finally stopped laughing. He took out his brush and jokingly said, "Rest assured, there won't be any fees charged. Smile."

Although he couldn't be called a gold digger now, he was still too cunning. It wouldn't be an easy thing to blackmail her.

But since he said he wouldn't charge, Zhuo Yanfeng felt relieved. He turned around and looked at the white pigeon not far away. Then, he hugged his knees and entered a meditative state.

Because she was still worried about Xiao Yin, the foreign scenery had no attraction for her.

People with all kinds of colors were swaying in front of his eyes. White pigeons would fly up and down from time to time, their fluttering wings having the color of the sun.

She was thinking about what Xiao Yin had said.

Myself... Was it really forced to forget those memories?

The girl in deep thoughts.

Ouyang Yu slowly drew her outline. In her eyes, there was a trace of confusion and a little hope that could not be extinguished.

Like a child lost in the forest...

After carefully drawing the last two strokes, he raised his head and smiled at Zhuo Yanfeng, "This is a gift for you. Do you like it?"

He didn't draw a sketch, he painted a watercolor.

In the even picture, the girl quietly looked forward with a faint smile on her lips. Her eyes seemed a little sad, but there was also a hint of hope mixed in with it.

Although Zhuo Yanfeng didn't know how to draw, he could tell from the admiring gazes of the people around him that he must have drawn very well.

"After so many years, I can't believe I'm not unfamiliar with this place." When the picture was completely dry, Ouyang Yu took it off and placed it in the folder. "Look, because of you, the business has come. I must give this painting to you."

He took out his pencil and saw that Zhuo Xinfeng was silent. He smiled brightly. "Help me pour the water."

Zhuo Yanfeng took out a bottle of mineral water and placed it on the blue surface of the lake, watching the color slowly change.

The easel was surrounded by curious people. Ouyang Yu spoke in English calmly and unhurriedly towards the people in front of the easel, his intention being to queue up slowly and so on.

"There is an ancient style for reading during the night. I didn't expect someone to help me grind the brush today." Ouyang Yu looked at an American woman in her thirties and began sketching, not forgetting to tell Zhuo Yanfeng, "I forgot to tell you, in order to fully implement your 'experiential learning', I didn't bring a single cent. I threw my phone and credit card to the bodyguards, if I don't earn money today, I'll starve myself tonight."

"Huh?" When Zhuo Yanfeng heard the word "money," he regained some of his composure.

"Don't worry. Even if I wasn't Ouyang Yu, I wouldn't have let you suffer alongside me." He quickly tapped on the screen and said with a smile, "In other words, no matter what time, I will definitely guarantee you a comfortable life."

"I'm just worried about you." Zhuo Yanfeng could not help but frown as he explained.

He was just a noble young master, his status was immeasurable, and if anything happened to him, Zhuo Yanfeng couldn't afford it.

"After so long, I finally heard you say something about you caring for me." Ouyang Yu changed his pen and said to the woman in front of him, "I'm very happy."

Zhuo Yanfeng closed his mouth and looked at the slowly taking shape painting. Why did it seem like there was a hidden bitterness in his tone?

Ouyang Yu shouldn't lack the care and concern of a woman.

Men are really strange. The better he is, the more he doesn't know how to cherish you. Being cold to him is actually treating you like a treasure.

"Who are you thinking of?" Ouyang Yu asked all of a sudden, not knowing how many people he had drawn and the sun was already setting.

"Is it the end of the day?" Zhuo Yanfeng's faintly discernable mind was pulled back by his words and he hurriedly asked.

"I'll be done soon. I'll take you to see the night scenery, the monument, the White House, the museum …" "Hmm, it seems like we'll have to wait until tomorrow. Today, let's go and have a good meal."

Ouyang Yu lifted his head, a brilliant smile on his face. "When you're with me, you're not allowed to think of anyone else. Don't let me say it a third time."