Chapter 78
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Two days before leaving for France, the clothes Min Yan gave me came in handy.
In the master bedroom at night, the two of them took a shower and lay on the bed.
Ni Yang suddenly had an idea and looked at He Siyu who was chatting on WeChat beside him with bright eyes.
"Brother Siyu, can you continue tonight by picking the ears you didn't finish at my house last time?"
He Si wanted to lift his eyelashes, and stared at Ni Yang deeply with his eyes full of lust.
The girl was wearing a pure cotton round-neck pajamas, with a lazy braid hanging on the side of her chest, and her big watery eyes looked at him.
He turned off the screen of his phone, smiled meaningfully, and curled his thin lips slightly.
"Okay, here or go to your studio."
Ni Yang thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to the studio. There are a lot of tools there."
"Okay, let's go."
Ni Yang recently bought a new trigger sound tool, which was just right for He Siyu to try out.
The two of them turned on their flashlights and quietly went to the studio.
If the sound is louder, Marshmallow will hear it and start scratching the door.
Turning on the light at the door, the warm light instantly dispelled the darkness in the room. The door to the balcony was not closed. The moment the door opened, the white gauze curtain was blown up by the wind.
After the door was closed, Ni Yang placed He Siyu on the chaise longue sofa.
She took a tray and gathered the tools she would need and placed them on the small round table next to the chaise longue.
She sat to the right of He Siyu and turned on the floor-standing feather lamp in the corner.
The soft light completely illuminated He Siyu's face.
The angular jawline, the high nose, and the cold white skin with fine hairs visible.
The man lowered his eyes, his baby-straight eyelashes casting a shadow on his lower eyelids. He looked curiously at the strange tools on the small table.
She raised her hand and touched her newly bought Gulu bottle.
Ni Yang bent down to introduce her work partner to He Si.
"You're touching a Gulu bottle, which is filled with water. Do you want to try it?"
He Siyu shook his head and took a look at the makeup brush beside him.
He picked it up and glanced at Ni Yang's little face.
Ni Yang closed one eye and shrank his head. The force He Si wanted to use was too small and it was very itchy.
“Itchy~”
The man looked at Ni Yang, winked, shrugged and hid behind her. She looked so cute and charming.
Her white legs were exposed, her mouth was dry, and she stared at Ni Yang sitting beside her. The light from the feather lamp was generously cast on her fair face.
Each of her curled eyelashes was clearly visible. She dodged his gaze, her eyes wandering around, not knowing where to rest.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down as he leaned closer to the girl.
His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of bewitching, and he stared at the girl's pink lips and whispered softly, "Is it itchy?"
Ni Yang's lower back was completely leaning against the pillow at the edge of the sofa.
The makeup brush swept across her face very lightly. She held her breath and frowned. The makeup brush she bought had many bristles, which were very dense. The force He Siyu used was terribly light.
She grabbed He Si's hand that was about to cause trouble and snatched the makeup brush from him.
A rough swipe across his right cheek.
"It's so itchy, did you do that on purpose?"
She saw a triumphant smile on the man's lips, his hair covering his cold eyebrows, and his narrow eyes slightly narrowed.
He supported himself on her side with one hand, looked at her at eye level, and whispered, "Baby, don't waste the clothes your friends gave you."
His voice was like a hook, tempting Ni Yang's rational mind that could not withstand the temptation.
"Brother Siyu, the studio you prepared is very soundproof."
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Two days later, we arrived in Paris, France at 2 pm.
The Rolls-Royce drove towards the suburbs. Ni Yang looked out the window at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment, and the memories of her parents emerged in her mind frame by frame.
Paris in autumn is like a scene from an oil painting, with orange and yellow mixed with sparse green, and children and dogs playing on the yellowed lawn.
The car stopped steadily in front of a two-story villa with red bricks and black tiles.
The house has been well taken care of, and even the winding stone path in front of the door shows no signs of aging.
Ni Yang got out of the car, wearing a dark gray suit and long pleated skirt, a thin black belt around her waist, and her black hair was half tied with a black ballet-style bow.
Her little black leather shoes stepped on the cobblestone road. She hadn't been back for twelve years.
Next to her house was Gu Jinting's house, with the door closed and the curtains drawn tightly.
Min Yan looked at Ni Yang's back with a serious expression, then quickly stepped forward and took her hand.
"What a beautiful house! The air and environment are great. Yangyang, can I shoot a video here?"
Min Yan tried to divert Ni Yang's attention.
"sure."
He Si wanted to ask the driver to park the car aside. He had transferred some servants from Yutang to France so that he could use his own people with confidence.
He walked forward and took Ni Yang's other hand, smiling gently.
"Baby, let's go home."
On the second floor of the villa next door, the curtains in the side window were opened a little, and a gray-blue eye was staring at the three figures below.
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