She was so proud and so tough, even though she encountered many difficulties and obstacles, her boss never retreated.
Those around him can easily be infected with his confidence and peace.
That feeling is surprisingly good.
She wanted to buy the painting impulsively, but was told that the painting was not a sale.
I have to look at it more and take a look again, and I can embody that comfortable feeling in my heart. After leaving, even if I think about it, I can clearly recall every detail.
Monroe held his arms, and actually didn't know much about the hidden artistic conception of several sunflowers placed together.
Art is something that is different from one's own opinion.
Without that talent, you can't feel the message the painter wants to convey. Even if you scratch your scalp, you can't see where a painting is so energetic.
However, Monroe's purpose was not on the painting.
After chatting for a few words, Monroe once again offered an invitation, "We meet again in front of this picture. Can you allow me to invite the beautiful girl to have a cup of coffee?"
Luo Huan just wanted to refuse.
Monroe took the lead and said, "In the Romantic Capital, it would be too cruel to reject the same man twice in a row. It's just a cup of coffee. I can tell you about my brother. Look, you like his paintings, not
Do you have to be very interested in his people too.”
Luo Huan shook his head, "I'm not interested in your brother, and I never drink coffee."
She has a bad stomach and is irritating drinks, never in her mouth.
I have no interest in having an accidental encounter with a strange man.
If you know about it by the boss, it will not be romantic at all, it will definitely turn into a huge disaster.
When Monroe saw Luo Huan for the second time, he clearly realized that this was God's revelation to him.
"How about you give me a glass of red wine if you don't drink coffee?" I heard that oriental girls are generally shy. When I saw you today, it turns out that way. However, Monroe likes that fresh feeling very much.
It's completely different from French women.
He was actually a little intoxicated.
As long as a person is obsessed with his own eyes, he will do some incredible stupid things.
For example, Monroe looked at the rejection in Luo Huan's eyes, and his mind heated up, he grabbed her hand, "Don't refuse me, beautiful lady."
Luo Huan shook his hand, he clenched it a little and sent it to his mouth.
A kiss fell on the back of the fair hand.
Oh my god, this skin is so smooth and tender.
Her hands were as soft as boneless, and were pinched in the palm of her hand, which was so comfortable that it was amazing.
After kissing her hand, Monroe felt a sense of expectation in her heart, she wanted to kiss her pink cheeks that could hardly see her pores, and her pink lips, which tasted like.
I couldn't help but feel distracted.
God, this girl is so dazzling even when she is angry. Her big eyes are as bright as the most beautiful star hanging on the sky. He is not a poet, but he really wants to chant a gorgeous poem to praise God's meticulous masterpiece.
.
Monroe's fantasy stopped here.
Because his world suddenly turned dizzy.
Before landing heavily, he saw Luo Huan being hugged by a handsome and noble man with one hand in his arms.
And he himself was shocked by the two murderous gazes.
boom.
Monroe fell to the ground, his bones almost shattered.
Luo Huan looked at the scene blankly, raised his eyes foolishly, and met the pair of fire-breathing black eyes, "BOSS? Why are you here?"