Chapter 281

"Just look at the window." While he was talking, she had already jumped to the ground barefoot and ran to the window. It was true that Lu Lifeng's car was quietly parked under the banyan tree by the side of the road, like an elegant leopard dormant in the dark.

With her visit, the lights in the car suddenly lit up. As if he had a feeling, he poked his head out of the down window and waved to her. Xie Yiren choked and raised the volume: "Lu Lifeng, you're crazy, don't you go! My brother has no one. In case he sees me... "

"If you see it, you can see it. It's not that he hasn't seen me. What's the matter..."

"No, you must go! We can't talk about it yet She urged him eagerly and obstinately, "you go quickly for me!"

Lu Lifeng heard the anxiety in her tone: "then either you come down."

"No."

He had to make another suggestion: "then I'll go up?"

"No way!" She refused more simply and directly, "Lu Lifeng, if you don't leave, I'll ignore you in the future!"

“……” Under such threats, Lu Lifeng can only be defeated no matter how tough he is. "I want to go, but I miss you. What should I do?"

Xie Yiren was stunned and found that what Lu Lifeng was looking at today was not the previous car, and it had not been licensed, so he told him, "roll up the window first."

Seeing that he obeyed and turned off the lights in the car, the car fell into the dark without any sound. Suddenly, she felt that the air she was breathing was stained with sweet fragrance, and the radian of her mouth gradually widened: "Lu Lifeng, what did you just say?"

He did not feel affectation. He leaned back to the soft leather seat, looked at the big light pouring out of the window, and immediately repeated: "I said I miss you, Yiren."

Tens of thousands of people have read her name, Yiren Yiren, but no one has ever used such a devout tone that seems to have begged in front of the Buddha for five hundred years. With such deep affection, Xie Yiren's eyes suddenly warm up: "wait for me, I'll see if my brother is asleep."

She ran to the edge of the balcony and saw that the light in Xie Mingtang's room had gone out, and all the servants in the house had gone to bed, and there was no time to change their clothes. She wrapped a thick down jacket outside her nightgown, chose a pair of cotton boots from the cloakroom, locked the door, and went downstairs quietly.

At a glance, Lu Lifeng saw the stealthy little figure who locked the door at the gate. When she ran towards him, she opened her hands and caught her petite body.

She was cold all over. He turned on the heater in his car. The heater was warm like a hand stove. Her legs were wrapped around his thin waist. Her mouth was constantly urging: "hurry up, hurry up!"

Before leaving, she took a special look at the camera not far away and sighed: "you are smart enough to stop in a dead corner." In this way, even if the next Xie Mingtang found her sneaking out, it can't do anything to her.

Imagining that Xie Mingtang might jump, she suddenly felt an impulse to succeed: "Lu Lifeng, are we eloping?"

He was holding the steering wheel in both hands and smiling: "OK."

At this time, he glanced at her and found that her face immediately turned red under the heat of the car because of her running just now. He told her, "take off your down jacket first to avoid getting sick."

"Oh." When she slipped and pulled down the zipper, she remembered that she was wearing a nightgown. Because the movement was a little big just now, the band of the Nightgown was opened. Lu Lifeng just saw it, and it was the white flowers and beautiful spring

Melbourne.

When the sun is shining all over the city, the sky is as clear as blue.

Tang Xiaoyan changed his dress in the room. Fu Jinyan was already wearing a formal Armani limited edition suit in the living room with a pair of white socks and black calf leather shoes on his feet. He had a panoramic view of his aristocratic life, which made people like him.

Tang Xiaoyan held out his hand to him: "OK, Jinyan, let's go."

Han Zhijing's personal calligraphy and painting exhibition officially started at 10 o'clock this morning and lasts for five days. Today, it is not open to the public, so you need a thick invitation letter to go in and out.

Don't meet Han xiaduo when you go out. Tang Xiaoyan is very happy.

The car was waiting downstairs. When they were picked up, they went straight to the city museum.

Along the way, Fu Jinyan seemed very excited and chattered constantly. Seeing his change, Tang Xiaoyan was really pleased. When he arrived at the museum, it was crowded, but orderly, and there was no fancy display at the door. Only the exhibition time and personal information were displayed on the top electronic screen of the Museum.

Tang Xiaoyan leads Fu Jinyan out of the car. The skirt of the dress is not long, so she doesn't need to carry it. However, her simple and elegant design has won her a lot of return.

After checking her invitation, the receptionist at the door bowed her in.

Fu Jinyan has been clever with her side, with a small stomach, walking methodically.

Tang Xiaoyan laughs and has seen Han Zhijing standing in the center of the hall.It's very quiet in the museum. Han Zhijing's early personal calligraphy works are on display first. As time goes on, his powerful and continuous sublimation of brushwork and attainments can be seen from between the lines. Surprisingly, his calligraphy works are all over the two rooms, and there are all kinds of fonts. Some celebrities and gentlemen want to buy some on the spot .

Han Zhijing also agreed one by one. He said that the money will be used for charity and public welfare to help people in need, and the bought works will be sent to personal home after the exhibition.

Besides, the major media are taking photos and reporting, and Han Zhijing is also very polite.

Tang Xiaoyan admires him. He is really a modest and elegant person. He is full of scholarly spirit, and has a decent way of speaking and communicating.

Han Zhijing found that Tang Xiaoyan had come early in the morning, and now he came to her.

Tang Xiaoyan took Fu Jinyan's hand and motioned for him to call people. The little guy immediately called: "grandfather."

Tang Xiaoyan and Han Zhijing were stunned. Just as Tang Xiaoyan wanted to speak, Han Zhijing had happily picked up Fu Jinyan: "good, call grandfather good. Grandfather is old. He always dreams of such a sensible grandson."

The little guy patted him on the shoulder: "sooner or later, don't worry, but your daughter's IQ gave birth to a child..."

"Jinyan!" Tang Xiaoyan quickly stopped Fu Jinyan and apologized to Han Zhijing, "I'm sorry, Mr. Han, Jinyan's voice is unobstructed..."

Who expected Han Zhijing to laugh it off: "Jinyan is right. It's really urgent, isn't it?"

Fu Jinyan was stunned and immediately nodded in agreement.

Han xiaduo and Han Jingyu show up, but Han Jingyu glimpses Han Zhijing holding Fu Jinyan, and Tang Xiaoyan stands behind them with a gentle face. When he looks at them, he feels unhappy and strides towards them with his skirt.

Han Xia Da's eyes on the eye shadow slightly narrowed, and immediately followed up, not to remind Han Jing to be careful. The skirt is so long that it is easy to trip.

As a result, Han Jingyu fell, but not tripped by herself. Instead, Han xiaduo stepped on the skirt behind her and knocked her forward. At that time, she was very close to Tang Xiaoyan. When she fell forward, Tang Xiaoyan instinctively reached out to help her, but she didn't catch it. Han Jingyu still fell down, rubbed her hand with Tang Xiaoyan, and then went to catch Tang Xiaoyan Because of the inertia, I pulled down Tang Xiaoyan's evening dress

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the dress shouldn't have been so loose, at least it shouldn't have been pulled down so lightly. Tang Xiaoyan had already reacted at the first time and stretched out her hand to hold it, but she couldn't take care of the front, so her back was loosened. She anxiously reached out to cover it, but without covering it, the whole dress spread out to both sides in an exaggerated manner. Her smooth back, slender waist and slender legs made her back look dazzling white.

Cool instant hit, next to Fu Jinyan fierce stare a face of anxious Han xiaduo.

Han Jingyu is still on the ground. Although Han xiaduo stepped on his skirt and fell into a mess, this embarrassment is not enough compared with Tang Xiaoyan's appearance.

"Mom!" Fu Jinyan wants to cover up for Tang Xiaoyan. But he is so short and so small. Some media have noticed the situation here. Attracted by Tang Xiaoyan's exquisite back curve, they take photos of her.

For a moment, Tang Xiaoyan's face turned pale. Han Zhijing, who was next to her, immediately took off his coat and wrapped it around her, and stopped people from taking photos.

Han xiaduo looks at Tang Xiaoyan's embarrassed appearance and holds Han Jingyu up. His face is full of strong apology: "sorry, Jingyu, are you ok?"

Han Jingyu also made a fool of himself. I can't help feeling a little annoyed. I can see that Tang Xiaoyan, especially Han Zhijing, took off his clothes to Tang Xiaoyan, but he didn't even care about himself. He became more and more angry, biting his lower lip and sneering: "look, cousin, it's you who broke Miss Tang's clothes and made such a big joke. If it's published in tomorrow's newspaper, wouldn't it be better I lost my father's face. "

Han xiaduo even said yes, hypocritical way: "Miss Tang, I have a spare dress behind me, do you want to go where to change it for you?"

Tang Xiaoyan can't care what Han xiaduo is thinking at the moment. But also know that she has no such kindness, frown, found that more and more people look over here, Han Zhijing has been reaching out to help her hold the suit on her shoulder, Tang Xiaoyan a person really powerless, clothes will fall off at any time, so simply can't take off.

Han Zhijing can also see that something is wrong. At the moment, his eyes are sharp and his face is straight: "what are you still doing here? Why don't you go to get your clothes?"

Then he bowed his head. Gentleness says to Tang Xiaoyan: "it's OK. I'll help you to the rest room first."

Tang Xiaoyan is OK, but he feels a little embarrassed. But Han Zhijing is still grateful for his anger. Han xiaduo is still hypocritical: "OK. Wait, I'll get the clothes, but I'd better not let the media take photos. In case the photos go out tomorrow, the pictures will not be very elegant. Fortunately, it's abroad, and everyone's concept of sex is relatively open. If it's in China, I'm afraid... ""I'm afraid what?" As soon as Han xiaduo finished, a deep, familiar and magnetic male voice suddenly sounded behind them.