In the lobby of Jincare Hotel on the other end of the phone---

  Li Shuran, Situ Cheng, Xiao Xiaoxiao, and Xuan Chenxing's lips twitched.

   "Rely on **! Erhuo Ambi is back again~~~"

  Xiao Xiaoxiao yawned, with one arm,

  "Uncle, hug~~~"

  Xuan Chenxing’s enchanting blue eyes smiled wantonly.

  Bending directly, the princess hugged Xiao Xiaoxiao horizontally, and she said "go away" in a cool voice, and then turned and walked towards the hotel president's exclusive elevator.

  ……

  Xiao Xiaoxiao lay on Xuan Chenxing’s shoulders and waved his paws at the two men.

  "Bye, brothers~~~"

  Situ Cheng and Li Shuran's eyes twitched again, and they cried silently, feeling the strong hostility of the whole world towards single dogs.

   Qi Qi raised his head and asked the sky,

   "Why doesn't I have such a dog/shit luck!"

   "Where is Lao Tzu's spring!"

   "Situ, tomorrow I will go on a blind date with you."

"it is good……"

   "Let’s go back to sleep, too."

   "Hmm~~~"

  The two male gods who hooked their shoulders on their backs floated a song together,

   "Night, too long,

   Condensed into frost, it is the cold despair with whom in the attic..."

   On the roaring sea, the screaming scream stopped abruptly at the moment the gunfire sounded. All the blood and gore were melted by the deep sea...

  ……

  Sydney.

   Surrounded by one of the most beautiful harbours in the world---Sydney Harbour is the oldest and most diverse city in Australia. It has the most romantic and elegant artistic atmosphere. Music is the soul of this city.

  Harbour Bridge.

  There are blonde women wearing suspenders and short shirts everywhere, and the male companions around them, happy laughter, warm hugs, and bold kisses/kisses.

  Everything here is so pure and so beautiful.

  Like these lovers who are passionate about love, because of love, so love.

  On the harbour, a gust of wind blew by, gently lifting the corners of the goose yellow skirt on the bridge railing.

  The jet-black hair is also flying, boldly revealing the delicate and graceful side face.

  The slender willow eyebrows capture the classical beauty of oriental women.

  The clear eyes are set against the blue and white sky, like a clear spring flowing slowly from a snow-white mountain. The cleanness makes people feel that it is blasphemous to even look at each other.

  ……

  Many local people in the past or people who have come to play in the same way can't help but take a look at this beautiful figure. Even the blonde and **** women also give the most enthusiastic appreciation to this oriental woman.

  The woman leaned lightly on the bridge rail.

  The red lips and teeth smiled slightly, and the clear eyes were moving.

  Fade away She used all her strength to conceal her indifference, just like her four years ago, she did not experience any harm, and did not suffer insults/humiliation.

  Everything disappeared in this charming sea breeze.

  She has been coming to Sydney for almost a week. She likes everything here and this ancient city.

  No one knew her, and no one was mocking her behind her. Even if someone paid attention to her, it was just a kind smile.

  Here, she can relax wholeheartedly, without any worries, just be herself, and be the simplest Deng Wanting.

  ……

  Suddenly, a blond man walked towards Deng Wanting. He should be a street painter who can be seen everywhere in the city, with drawing boards and painting tools on his back.

  The street painter greeted her in fluent English,

  "Hi, beautiful lady, can I draw a picture for you? You are so beautiful! I have never seen an oriental woman as beautiful as you!"

  Street painter has no hesitation in compliments.

  He has been observing this oriental woman for a long time, and he was surprised at first sight, and he even had a heartbeat.

  Wanting Deng was slightly surprised, but gave a calm smile and nodded.

  The street painter was obviously excited. He took out the drawing board and began to paint, and said with a smile of joy.

   "Miss, you can just stand there and watch the scenery just now, don't worry about me."

  Nature, always the most beautiful.

  Deng Wanting responded softly, then turned sideways, and continued to enjoy the beauty of the entire Harbour Bridge.

  ……

  For almost half an hour, the blue sky gradually turned red and the setting sun filled.

"All right!"

  The street painter exclaimed with excitement, took off the painted picture on the drawing board and handed it to Deng Wanting.

   "How is it? Do you like it!"

  Looking at the big smile of the blond man wishing to close his eyes, Deng Wanting was taken aback.

   Suddenly remembered the man who always grinned at her, always haunting her and calling her "fairies"...

  Suddenly, my heart hurts inexplicably.

   "Miss, don't you like this picture?"

  When I heard the street painter’s question, Deng Wanting came back to her senses suddenly, her sluggish smile narrowed a little, and she told herself in her heart,

   "Wanting Deng, don't think too much."

   Then he lowered his head and looked at the drawing paper in his hand.

  ……

  The painting is really beautiful.

  Bright color matching, but not as strong as Spanish style.

  She is dressed in soft and elegant goose yellow, under the clear blue sky and soft white clouds, and the panoramic view of Sydney behind her. It is not the scenery that sets her off, but she gives the scenery more beautiful content.

  But---

  When Deng Wanting saw the man on the drawing paper, standing on the bridge rail opposite her, she smiled and stiffened suddenly!

  Although it only drew a rough outline, but that tall and evil figure, short broken black hair...

  Heart, suddenly "boom boom boom" jumped wildly! It seems like it will pop out of the throat in the next second!

  Deng Wanting moved slowly, even turned around stiffly, and looked at the opposite bridge rail of the Ganghai Bridge not far behind him.

  ……

   suddenly---

   Chest, beating heart, sudden stop!

  In the setting sun, the man was dressed in simple and handsome white T trousers. His short broken ink hair was messed up by the Hong Kong breeze, but he was more lazy and sexy, gorgeous and charming.

  Xie Xie's mouth is still smiling like a cynical tease less evil than evil, but those dark black eyes are directly focused on her!

  So deep, so hot/hot.

  He also holds a DSLR in his hand.

  Wanting Deng was stunned.

   "Little Xiao..."

Next to   , the street painter who was still out of condition, also looked at the man across the bridge, and kept talking excitedly.

  "Miss, when I was just drawing, the oriental man also stood there looking at you, as if he liked you.

  But the lady is so beautiful, there must be many men admiring, because I like you too.

  Miss, do you know that oriental man? "

  In fact, without Deng Wanting’s answer, the street painter can guess that this beautiful Oriental woman and the man opposite must know each other, and they are lovers!

  Because, only those who love deeply can have such passionate and unrestrained eyes.