Chapter 1138: Real world 5

Chapter 1138 Real World 5
Two waiters dressed in powdered clothes and beautiful faces, left the house of the Lord with food.
When the two men walked out of the courtyard, they dared to speak.
"Have you ever noticed that this time the Lord has closed up and there is something wrong with it." The tall waiter whispered softly.
"Hey, you whisper, don't let people listen. Be careful." The round-faced acolyte lowered his voice and reminded him.
The tall awkward awkward spit out his tongue. "Isn't this no one?"
"You, you, have you forgotten that you can't talk about the Lord. The minds of the Lords can be guessed."
"I seem to have some thoughts about the younger master. Are you talking about the woman on the painting?" The tall aunt is obviously very curious about this matter. "Sister, you are waiting in this yard for a longer time than me. I know more about the Lord. What do you say about the woman in the painting in the main house?"
When it comes to the painting, the round-faced acolyte can't help but say, "I don't know. I have never seen a woman who has a close relationship with a woman from the time she entered the yard for five years."
"You don't even know the sister, the woman in the painting is really mysterious. Although there is no woman's face, it is definitely a beauty to look at the back." The tall woman's eager guess.
"You don't guess."
The round-faced woman is actually very curious in her heart.
This is the first time she has seen a minority owner interested in women. Taking advantage of the two days to feed him, he saw his eyes staring at the woman in the painting for a moment.
She didn't understand why there was only one vague back, but there was no woman's face.
At this point, the two objects in the mouth of the waiter were sitting at the back of the desk, and their eyes were fixed on one place. There was only one painting hanging there, and there was a woman’s back in the painting.
His deep eyes, staring at the painting, as if to strip the layers of the fog to pursue the woman, and seem to be reminiscing.
Who are you?
Why is it in his chaotic memory?
After so many years, when he fell asleep, he woke up and remembered the blank, as if he had just slept. However, from when he started, he always felt that something was wrong, as if he had forgotten something.
He tried hard to pursue, and the end result was still the same.
He thought that it was just the illusion that he had produced for a while. Until that day he woke up from a deep sleep, there was a vague figure in his mind. Looking at the figure, his heart was not tightened, and there was a burst of incitement.
He was afraid to forget that she would paint her the first time, but when she woke up, she would feel pain when she looked at her back.
This strange emotion was the first time he met in his life.
Unconsciously, his man walked over to the portrait, and the slender fingers slid through the back.
"Who are you in the end? Why is it in my memory?" The low, mellow voice rang low, and there was a hint of confusion in his cold face.
Just then, a knock on the door sounded outside the house.
"Less master, Lei Shaoye asked to see." A handsome man dressed as a small man stood in the door and said respectfully toward the house.
"Please come in."
"Yes."
A quarter of an hour later, a handsome man with a jade tree and a handsome wind, walked into the house with a feather fan.
"I heard that when you got out of the customs, you came." Lei Yu said, shaking the feather fan.
(End of this chapter)