Several people, as soon as they felt the pressure coming closer in the office, they quickly ran away. When Tian Junhao opened the door, there was no one there.
Only the nightingale still had some conscience, standing on the corner and silently chanting: "Amen, bless the ice rain, the fish in the Mediterranean are even more turbulent."
She was really afraid that Bingyu would become weak and fall down, so she might as well go down and prepare a yacht.
"Uuuuu, in one minute you will never see me again, and I will fall into the Mediterranean Sea and feed the fish. Boss, can you really bear it?"
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Bingyu had just cried out, but she never made a sound again, because she had fallen gorgeously into the Mediterranean Sea.[
Nightingale rushed down quickly, shook her head, and sighed to herself: It's still a step too late.
When An Ying woke up, Tian Junhao had not returned to the castle.
Feeling bored, she wandered around accompanied by the housekeeper.
But it took more than half an hour to walk around the main building.
An Ying hammered his legs, lying on the guardrail with weak feet and looking down at the scenery around the castle.
The castle of the main residence of "Charming World" faces the sea on one side and undulating hills on the other.
However, An Ying, who has always lived inland, was obviously attracted by the vast Mediterranean Sea.
She hurriedly ran out of the main building, took off her shoes and socks, and stepped on the soft sand alone with her bare feet.
The cool sea breeze blew on her face, carrying a salty smell. She opened her arms and ran excitedly.
This place is really a paradise on earth. She loves this beach so much.
She suddenly missed Tian Junhao and told him that she loved the beach at her doorstep.
So I picked up the cell phone in my trouser pocket and thought about it again and again, wondering whether I should call him.
She has never called Tian Junhao. Wouldn't it appear that she is clingy if she takes the liberty to call?
An Ying was sitting on the beach, staring at her phone in a daze, struggling mentally.
Wouldn't it be embarrassing if he hung up the phone while he was busy?
Hmm, forget it, An Ying is actually quite thin-skinned.
However, I couldn't restrain my joyful mood, and I really wanted to share it with him.
What should I do? She cupped her chin and meditated: Why not send a text message, it would be safer.