Chapter 1510: He is more like a nobleman

Yue Tingfeng thought about it in the head, and finally took Arthur directly to a hot pot restaurant.
He originally thought that foreigners don't like spicy food so much.
He ordered a shabu-shabu, thinking that a pure foreigner like Arthur probably did not understand shabu-shabu. At that time, he would always greet him to eat spicy food. He and Qingsi would eat a clear soup pot.
Unexpectedly, Arthur was excited when he came up to the bottom of the pot: "Oh ... hot pot, dear, your husband is so sweet. How does he know that I like hot pot the most, did you tell him that, I now I think he is really good. "
Yue Tingfeng's face was dark at the time ...
Yan Qingsi gently squeezed Yue Tingfeng underneath, "Since I am going to entertain you, I will definitely take you to eat your favorite."
So next, Yue listened to the wind and watched. Arthur was even smoother than the Chinese with chopsticks. He shouted spicy while eating spicy oil.
Yue Tingfeng felt that he really had no appetite. This was probably the most unpleasant meal in his life.
Yan Qingsi picked up a beef meatball from the broth and rested in Yue's bowl.
Arthur stopped eating, and he said, "I used to give you food, but I didn't expect it ... now you will give food to others. Suddenly, don't we really have too long? See you, you're different from that Monica in my memory. "
Yan Qingsi smiled: "When married, it is always different from before."
Arthur didn't speak, and continued to eat.
He eats a lot. For a meal, he is probably the most delicious.
At the end of an unpleasant lunch, Arthur laughed, "Go and see Mill together. He said that even if I recommend it to him, I must see you in person, otherwise he doesn't know how to shoot. "
Yan Qingsi nodded: "Okay!"
Back in Sister Mai's studio, Yan Qingsi finally met the legendary photographer Stuart Mill, who was completely different from her imagination.
Yan Qingsi once imagined a master of photography, it should be full of literary and artistic, deep eyes, slightly decadent, with a kind of desolation experienced in his body, his eyes are his lens, you can see everything.
But looking at the person in front of her, it's too much to think of her, right?
The person in front of him was tall, one meter nine and a little bit higher, wearing a camel-to-knee gap coat, a small black turtleneck sweater, dark brown short hair combed backwards, and a light blue husk on his chin. The nose bridge is tall, and the eyes are green, like jadeite. He is the appearance of a standard handsome foreign man. His facial features are also three-dimensional, like stone sculptures, without any flaws.
He is more like a nobleman than his artist. When he looks at Yan Qingsi, he is critical and critical.
Yan Qingsi didn't like his eyes very much. She saw unfriendly in his eyes.
He reached out and said, "Hello, I'm Stuart Mill."
Before Yan Qingsi moved, Yue Tingfeng stretched out her hand and shook him, but quickly released. He said, "Hello, I'm Yan Qingsi's husband, Yue Tingfeng."
In the face of a person with an unusual momentum, Yue Tingfeng finally played normally once and released Fan Er, the overbearing president. His eyes were unpredictable and his expressions were indifferent. I'm colder than you.