Vol 4 Chapter 831:

An promised just looked at him, said lightly, "Don't regret it!"
He may be too confident. Except that he wants to hurt others in this world, others can stop him from sweating.
She likes confident people, but...
Confidence is sometimes a very annoying thing.
In this way, Ann promised to stay next to Ye Ningyuan, he hired her as his bodyguard, and she decided on the deadline.
So funny.
The owner hired a hired worker, it was she who decided to be hired, and had to say it was a joke.
The Middle East has become a place for them to play. Ye Ning seems to be very idle. He said that the situation in the Middle East is unstable. He came to control the situation. However, after you have seen a noble boy playing in the mountains, it is difficult to imagine him as the first. Black j of a terrorist organization.
She seemed to know him better.
When she was ill, facing the idiot, Ye Ningyuan was always a look. When she was her favorite father, she cared for her and worked diligently.
He used to get along with him at close range for 24 hours, and promised that everyone knew how hard Ye Ningyuan was.
When working, he is not arrogant, not fierce, planning, pressing step by step, anyone in his calculations has no place to escape, and the work piled up every day, he can also complete it as quickly as possible .
He spends a lot of time with her one day, but he is still so diligent. She knows that without her, he will be more diligent.
His success did not depend on Chu Li, Jason and others.
In places where others could not see, he gave sweat and blood.
But now...
She was ill and he was not at the headquarters of the First Terrorist Organization. She also saw another Ye Ningyuan.
In London, she knew black j.
In the Middle East, he is playing most of the time, only a few times, he is dealing with underworld affairs.
He played very fiercely. He almost didn't let go of many dangerous games and activities in the Middle East. He was all-rounder, speeding, polar sports, and singing and dancing with local people.
Racing and photography, painting, are his favorite activities.
She was by his side. For a long time, he was with him for photography, painting and racing. She also raced and drove very well, but it was not as far as Ye Ningyuan. He asked her if he participated in the racing event held in Muscat Also interested.
The promise was made.
But lost to him.
He always stays with the camera, painting tools, and favorite landscapes. He will take pictures, or paint. After seeing so many awards in his room, she once thought secretly that Ye Family's wealth and power are definitely shady, shady... …
But she had seen his technique and painting skills with her own eyes, and she knew that this person was really not versatile.
She likes his photography and likes his paintings.
In his eyes, the scenery in the pen seems to bring a sense of agility. She likes it very much. Most of the time, An promise promised to just watch photography and paint quietly, and he did not ask her to be a person in his scenery.
"Why don't you draw characters." Once he painted on the top of the mountain, An Xunuo asked him.
Ye Ningyuan smiled faintly, "How can there be so many beautiful people in the world? For me, there are so many people in the world. For me, there is only one person who promises to win all the scenery in the world, so... I will only paint her."
She knew that the promise was his beloved, died for him in his childhood, and he had remembered his life.
For the first time, she learned from his mouth that he loved Promise and An Xunuo smiled a little, and suddenly felt that he was not too annoying, and that the affectionate person should not be annoying.
There is too much affection in the world. However, a man can be a woman, remembering for so many years, not attracting female sex, wholeheartedly, it is rare, she is moved by this intention.
It is really not easy to be able to withstand the lonely people for so many years.
If death can be remembered so deeply by one person, then death is also a happy thing.
There was a strange mood in her heart, as if it was joy.
Lip corners evoke a faint smile, very beautiful in the sunset.
It’s not that they were excited about their life and death. It was just a very simple and happy mood. She thought that her father should be very happy. At least one of her will remember his love for a lifetime, his good, He will miss him all his life.
In all her memories, only Michael, who is kind to her, can make her deeply remember that perhaps the children who are in love are so eager to love, so they will love her father so much.
She looked at the way he was painting and did not disturb him, just looked at him from the side.
Ye Ningyuan looks really good. She doesn't use gorgeous words to describe a person's appearance, and she is very tolerant of people's appearance. For her, beauty and ugliness are all the same.
There is no distinction, unless it is ugly to the extreme, beautiful to the extreme.
What she knows is nothing but good-looking and beautiful. Ye Ningyuan has such simple words in her eyes. It looks good. Ye family looks very good. Especially when he is seriously painting.
It's very charming, as if he had everything in his writing, and devoted everything.
So serious, so... beautiful.
The promised world has always been dark and restless. At that moment, it was suddenly peaceful and kind.
This feeling is rare.
I'm afraid that's why...she hasn't been so far...
An Xu promised not to look away, frowning slightly, contemplatively speaking, it would be dangerous to go on like this. She was secretly secret, but she knew the danger, and she was still doing her own thing.
She rarely does such stupid things, this is the first time.
What is the moth fighting for? She didn't understand. She felt that her situation was similar to that of moths, but she knew she was going to die, but she still threw herself into the fire.
Promise, you really have no cure.
Fists tightened, pinching off the unknown flames rising from his heart, and An promise promised to calm down.
His paintings are really beautiful.
She suddenly wanted to know what the woman in his heart looked like. It should look like Xu Xing. Twin sisters, identical twins, if they were different, they should not be much different.
This is Ye Ningyuan’s life. Having seen him so lazy and laid back, it’s difficult to connect him with the black terrorist of the first terrorist organization. It’s hard. No wonder few people find it wrong. Too.