Chapter 114: Lang Ruoxian and beauty painter

Yan Ye didn't call, she stared at the phone for a while, and then returned to Fei Ying: "Sleep early, and go out to play tomorrow!"
"..." Fei Ying was shut out of the door and shouted for a moment, "What do you want to tell me, don't hold it in your heart."
Nothing happened.
Fei Ying returned to the room and Fei Yi complained: "Otherwise, the man is unreliable, you see!"
"That's him, it's not me." Feiyi picked up the man. "Don't worry about it, maybe it's a misunderstanding."
Fei Ying glanced at him: What's wrong? It was he who said he was going to handle business, but what happened ... "
Later words were blocked by Fei Wing and suppressed on the bed.
During breakfast the next day, Fei Ying stared at Yan Yan.
"You see I'm full?" Yan Yan teased her. "I still have flowers on my face."
"... It's okay, I'm eating." Fei Ying was a bit discouraged, and she observed for a long time that Yan Ye really seemed to be fine.
How do you say ... I'm really relieved, and I think there is something wrong.
After dinner, I planned to visit the former home of the world-famous writer. I heard that I was going through a forest, where the princess, prince, and dragon lived.
"What are you looking at?" At lunch in the cabin of the forest, freshly roasted pork and pheasants, and fresh vegetables.
Yan Yan saw that Fei Ying was holding a mobile phone and then pulled away, then her face was not right.
"No ... nothing." Fei Ying hurriedly installed the phone.
"I can watch it for myself." Yan Yan shook her phone.
Fei Ying touched the table and rolled her eyes.
It's news from Lang Ruoxian, but this time it's foreign media. They mainly focus on the women in the photo.
"Flute, 22 years old, Chinese-American ..." Yan Yan slowly read the text.
Today is a new set of photos. The flute is surrounded by foreign media. Lang Ruoxian protects people in his arms. The titles in foreign countries are not so dogmatic, so they are more pointy.
"The genius beauty painter's love is exposed, and the man is suspected of being a wealthy businessman in China." Yan Yan enlarged the photo after reading it. This woman named Fandi was indeed pretty.
But ... not as good as her.
"Are you OK?"
Fei Ying asked carefully: "Did Lang Ruoxian call to explain?"
"No." Yan Yan sighed. "You said, what should I do when he comes over?"
"..." Fei Ying touched her head. "What is the reaction? Don't you feel sad or angry, or angry in this kind of thing?"
Yan Yan shook her head: "No."
"Do you like him or not ..." Fei Ying lay down on the table, "how could I be so calm if I really like it."
"I'm not like you." Yan Yan smiled. "Maybe I'm more rational. I thought if I would fall in love with someone, now it seems ... I won't."
Fei Ying took her hand: "Do you think this is all right? If you want to love, you can't love it, but you dare not love it, it will be painful!"
If you love a person and you can control it yourself, then there will be no desire in this world, no fate. If you look at love calmly and analyze the gains and losses, it can only be said that you do not understand love and will not love.
"Why torture yourself?" Yan Yan looked at her. "Sometimes I like it, but it's not the only thing I can't do. This kind of relationship can be easily controlled and not hurt."
"It's not love if you just let it go!" Fei Ying found that there was something wrong with Yan Zheng's feelings, but she didn't know if it was good or bad right now.
"Let's go!" Yan Yan wiped her hands. "Go back."
America.
"Master, domestic reports have been withdrawn, but ..." The scholar looked at him. "It's been a day, Ms. Yan must have seen it."
Lang Ruoxian's face was sober, his whole body exuding the smell of being uninvited, and he even lost his temper to walk around the room. Several times he wanted to call Yan Yan, but ... he didn't dare.
Especially when he didn't wait for Yan Yan's call, he felt even more flustered.
"Ms. Yan is very reasonable, and turned back to make it clear that she should not be angry."
Although he did not touch Yan Yan very much, Yan Yan was not very proactive to Lang Ruoxian. In other words, she is not active in feelings.
This is also what Lang Ruoxian is worried about, he knows Yan Yan too.
"Is the ticket booked?" Lang Ruoxian lit a cigarette and annihilated again.
The scholar nodded: "Tonight, the flute ..."
"I told her she would understand."
Who knew that Lang Ruoxian hadn't waited for that, Didi's assistant called to say she was in the hospital again. Lang Ruoxian hurried over, and the flute lying on the bed was full of rashes. "
"Sorry, I'm dragging you down again." Flute said weakly.
Lang Ruoxian came to the bed and helped her cover the quilt: "Don't say that, but be careful in the future, knowing that you can't eat pineapples. Allergies are still dangerous for you."
"I don't know that there is pineapple in the cake." Flute took his hand, and said some coquettishly: "I'm so itchy, I'm so sick."
Lang Ruoxian touched her head, then picked up the magazine and slowly fanned her face: "Don't scratch, it will leave scars."
"Then I'll sleep for a while, you will stay with me." Flute looked at him pitifully.
Lang Ruoxian moved his chair: "I won't go, sleep!"
Fandi's assistant closed the door quietly. She heard that President Lang was very powerful in China and was very clean. He had never had a scandal with a woman. She had just been talking to Fanpi for more than a year and did not know how the two met.
However, Langcai is a good match!
"Mama, are you leaving?" A week passed and Yan Yan's about to return home.
Billowing and Xiao Jiu'er like this country very much. There are not so many cars and so many people on the street. There are park birds and cats and dogs everywhere. I was reluctant to know that I was leaving.
"We can play again next summer." Yan Yan hugged and put on his shoes, "Sister is going to school, we have to go back together."
On the way to the airport, Fei Ying secretly looked at Yan Yan again.
"Ask what you want." Yan Yan gave her a blank look.
Fei Ying said, "Lang Ruoxian hasn't called you yet?"
"No." Yan Yan looked like you knowingly asked, "Aren't you watching the news every day, he is still with the artist in the rice country."
Fei Ying was trying to curse, Yan Yan's phone rang.
"Ah! Lang Ruoxian!" Fei Ying could not help screaming, and then covered her mouth and moved to the side silently.
Yan Yan presses the answer key.
"Hey ..." The voice over there was obviously different from usual.
Yan Yan said, "We're going to the plane."
"I know." Lang Ruoxian hurriedly said, "I'm back home, and I'll pick you up at the airport later."
"No," Yan Yan smiled. "The reporters are staring at you. I don't want to make headlines."
There was a silence over the phone, and then a slightly bitter voice came from the man: "Well, do you believe me?"
"Believe." Yan Yan didn't hesitate. "People like you are disdainful."
Lang Ruoxian's heart floated instantly, as if there was temperature all over him.
"Well, go back and talk about it, it's time to get on the plane." Yan Yan hung up the phone.
Lang Ruoxian held the mobile phone for a long time, and the scholar couldn't stand it, calling him: "Master?"
"I'm fine, you go out."
When the scholar left, Lang Ruoxian turned on the computer and logged on to the forum.
"Help, what to do to upset your girlfriend?" He posted a post, then stared.
Here, Fei Ying saw that Yan Yan hung up the phone so quickly and asked curiously, "He explained to you?"
"No." Yan Yan leaned back. "If he could explain, he wouldn't wait until then."
Presumably I don't know how to explain it at all, so I have been dragging it till now. Yan Yan thought that there was nothing more than a distress, and that the female artist was not exposed by the media.
But what about that? That's not the point she cares about.
"Don't ask, I don't want to say." She patted Fei Ying, "Thank you!"
Well ... Fei Ying shrugged her shoulders, "Call me whenever you want."
Because of the jet lag, the time to arrive in the country was again at night. When I entered the customs, I saw a crowd of people outside. I was holding a sign and flowers and didn't know what I was calling.
"Oh!" Fei Ying pointed, "That's the fan who came to pick up Fei shirt."
Feiyi thought about it, "He seems to be today's flight."
"Hello!" I saw the VIP channel Riffy shirt wearing black jeans, red sweater came out, handsome with black super sunglasses, don't need it.
"Uncle Xiao is so handsome!" This is Xiao Jiuer.
Billy was drowsy, but now he stared at the boss and shouted, "My uncle is so handsome!"
Fei shirt walked as if walking on the runway, kissed two little guys.
"What a coincidence, have you eaten yet?" He thought he might come across on the way, but he did.
Fei Ying showed him his watch: "It's more than ten o'clock, Xiao Jiuer and Billy are going to sleep, go home and eat!"
"Walk around, you just cover me." Fei shirt wore the black coat, and hugged him: "Use the props for the uncle!"
Yan Yan glanced at him: "Be careful."
"rest assured!"
As a result, I was not assured at all. I originally thought that holding a child could hide from it. The reporter who knew the sharp eyes recognized Yan Yan, and they were surrounded immediately.
In a panic, Fei Yi can only protect Fei Ying and Xiaojiu.
"Oh!" Fei Ying was panicking when Yan Yan was pushed away.
Fei shirt held and rolled in one hand, Yan Yan in one hand: "Brother, see you in the parking lot, I promise to take their mother and son out safely."
Lang Ruoxian returned to Lang's house early. He brought flowers and Yan Yan's favorite dessert. Secretly placed in Yan's bedroom upstairs, and then asked the aunt to prepare dinner and wait in the living room.
Did not wait for someone, wait for a Weibo push.
"Drop!" Lang Ruoxian glanced at him without thinking.
But his face changed when he saw the content. He opened Weibo and looked at the headline photo.
"The Emperor and Grandma Lang returned from vacation abroad!"
Lang Ruoxian stood up, and ran out without regard to his coat. Just walking to the door, a small figure came over.
"uncle!"
ps: New Year! Bless you all, we throw away all the bad ones and leave the good ones! I hope that starting today I can guarantee updates and not disappoint everyone o (╯ □ ╰) o, come on! Work hard!