President, he is so charming to me

Yan Jingheng played with Xiao Jiaming for a while, and the child, who was still in high spirits just now, fell asleep lying on the toy in less than half an hour.

The nanny was about to come to hug him, Yan Jingheng waved his hands, and gently picked up the little guy by himself, leaning on his shoulder.

Xiao Jiaming slept soundly, even when he was hugged, he showed no sign of waking up.

His little face was a little red from the sun, his head tilted and leaned on his father's shoulder, and he smacked his mouth from time to time.

Every time Yan Yan weighed in, he would be happy for a long time, and he didn't know what kind of dream it was, and there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yan Jinheng patted him a few times, and carried Xiao Jiaming into the room.

The little guy has his own room, which is very warmly decorated. The walls are decorated in sky blue. There are many slides and other toys in the room. The carpet is also sky blue, thick and soft.

Yan Jinheng carefully put the child on the bed and covered him with a small quilt.

Xiao Jiaming turned over on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Yan Jinheng didn't leave, but found a stool and sat by the bed.

The little guy slept soundly, his tiny body was huddled under the quilt, leaving only a fluffy head outside.

The eyelashes tremble slightly like two small fans, and the small nose is quite straight.

Yan Jinheng looked at the little guy, his heart became softer and more distressed.

Such a young child should be carefree at an age, but now he has to suffer from illness every day, and walks on the edge of danger at any time.

Jiaming is one year old. If so many treatments don't work, he still has one year to live at most.

For some reason, Yan Jinheng suddenly thought of the child who was knocked off by Meng Yanran.

That is also my child.

If this kind of thing hadn't happened, the child would have looked so smart and cute after birth.

Strict balance thinks it will.

Meng Yanran and him are not bad in appearance, and the child born will not be too bad.

He will grow up slowly, can run and jump, and will not be stuck in this small villa like Jiaming.

Yan Jingheng thought about it, and his face became gloomy again.

The child is gone, he was knocked off by Meng Yanmu herself!

When he divorced, he never thought of hurting her child.

But Meng Yanran was too decisive.

Before she could react, she ended such a small life with her own hands.

But now, it's like nothing happened, talking and laughing with other men.

The more Yan Jingheng thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable.

Glancing at the sleeping Xiao Jiaming, he left the bedroom and closed the door softly.

"Is Jiaming asleep?"

Seeing Yan Jinheng going out, Meng Yanmu stepped forward and asked softly.

"Fell asleep."

"That's good."

Meng Yanmu glanced at the room, then walked back to the living room.

Yan Jinheng also walked to the living room, picked up the suit he had taken off, put it on his arm, and said, "Let's go."

"it is good."

Meng Yanmu said hello to Aunt Chun, and followed Yan Jinheng out of the villa.

Not far away, a man took a few shots of them with a camera and disappeared without a trace.

Yan Jingheng felt that something was wrong, and turned his head cautiously to look around.

"Brother Heng, what's the matter?"

Seeing his movements, Meng Yanmu asked in confusion.

There was no one around, Yan Jingheng felt that he might be too sensitive, and said: "It's nothing, let's go."

The location of this villa is relatively hidden, and he didn't buy it in his own name at the time. The secrecy work is very good, and he doesn't worry too much about the possibility of being discovered.

Therefore, Yan Jingheng didn't think too much, and drove away in the car.

Here, after Meng Yanran got into the car, she asked Ge Mingwei where he was taking her.

Ge Mingwei smiled without saying a word, as long as he said it, he knew it.

So she didn't ask any more questions, and sat in the car with peace of mind.

Her thoughts couldn't help but drifted back to the sentence that Yan Jingheng asked her just now:
—Do you really think so?
Her tone was lonely and lonely that she had never heard before.

Meng Yanmu didn't know what he wanted to do.

He was the one who wanted to get a divorce, and he was the one who wanted to abort the child, but now he looks like this, who is he showing it to?

In the last life, she remembered everything he did to himself, and it was unforgettable!
"Ran Ran? Ran Ran?"

Ge Mingwei said a few words to him, but when he heard that there was no response behind him, he called Meng Yanran a few words.

"Ah, I'm sorry, what were you talking about just now? I didn't hear it." Meng Yanran came back to her senses and said apologetically.

"It's okay, I didn't say anything."

Ge Mingwei looked at Meng Yanran, and asked a little: "Then I will call you Ranran from now on, is that okay?"

"sure."

Meng Yanran thinks it's fine, a title doesn't matter.

"Is it there?" she asked.

"Not yet, but soon."

After a while, Ge Mingwei stopped at the door of a shop.

Meng Yanran got out of the car and found that the decoration style of this store was very special.

Unlike the surrounding buildings, which are square and square, the shape of this store is a bit random, and the shape is also very unique, with edges and corners.

The store name is also unique, with only one letter: S.

Ge Mingwei got out of the car, saw Meng Yanran was still watching, and smiled: "Big beauty, let's go."

"Looks like the owner is a man of style."

"It's a friend of mine," Ge Mingwen pushed open the door and let her in. "She must like you very much."

"Why?" Meng Yanmu was puzzled.

"You'll know when you see him."

Seeing that Ge Mingwei was pretending to be mysterious, Meng Yanran smiled helplessly.

After entering the door, she found that not only the exterior decoration style of the store was unique, but the interior style of the store was also very different.

Just looking inside, people who don't know think it's a gallery.

The corridor just entering the door is filled with paintings of Van Gogh in various periods, and the location is also very unique.

Some are on the wall, some rest in a hole in the wall, some stand alone, and some are even on the ceiling.

Walking inside, you can see paintings by other artists, some of which are very famous, and Meng Yanran recognizes them.

In addition to these paintings, there was one work that caught Meng Yanran's attention.

This painting was hung in a very conspicuous place, using many bright colors, seemingly random and bold, thick and colorful, but the lines are not rough, and every detail is worth pondering.

One of Meng Yanran's biggest hobbies is painting, but she seldom shows it, and almost gave up this hobby after getting married.

Seeing such a favorite work, Meng Yanran's eyes lit up.

After looking around, I didn't see the signature of this work. I was a little surprised, how could the owner of such a good work forget such an important thing as the signature.

"It was painted by the shopkeeper."

Seeing Meng Yanran staring at the painting for a long time, Ge Mingwei said aloud.

"Shopkeeper?" Meng Yanran was even more surprised.

But after thinking about it, it made sense.

From the decoration style of this store, it can be seen that the idea of ​​the owner is different from ordinary people, he is not constrained by traditional ideas, and his creativity is bold and avant-garde.

It is not surprising that such works can be created.

Meng Yanran became more interested in the shop owner.

"William?"

At this time, a blond man came out from inside.

Wearing a Tang suit, old Beijing cloth shoes, with gold-rimmed eyes.

It was quite different from Meng Yanran's imagination, and she never expected the shopkeeper to be dressed like this.

"William, it's really you, you haven't been here for a long time!" The owner smiled and stepped forward to hug Ge Mingwei, speaking fluent French.

"James, long time no see."

To Meng Yanran's surprise, Ge Mingwen also replied in pure French.

"William, won't you say you went to America? Why are you here?"

"I just transferred back not long ago." Ge Mingwen exchanged pleasantries with him, and then said, "I'm here today to ask you for a favor."

Following Ge Mingwei's eyes, James quickly saw Meng Yanran standing not far away.

James who saw Meng Yanran had the same eyes as Meng Yanran saw the painting just now, his eyes were shining brightly.

"God, what a beautiful oriental woman!"

James said this sentence to Meng Yanran.

Meng Yanran didn't understand, so she turned to Ge Mingwei for help.

"He praised you for being beautiful." Ge Mingwei was happy to be an interpreter.

Meng Yanran smiled at James when she heard that, and said, "Thank you."

James took a few steps forward, as if he wanted to take a closer look at Meng Yanran.

But after walking a few steps, he stopped again, as if he felt a little at a loss, as if he was looking at a sacred thing.

James turned to Ge Mingwen and said, "Is this a surprise you gave me?" It was still in French.

Ge Mingwei shrugged, and said, "Today I ask you to help make her a shape."

"God, she fits my fantasy of an oriental woman so well, she's so beautiful!"

James praised for a moment, stepped forward cautiously, and stretched out his hand, "Hi, beautiful lady, I'm James, you can also call me by my Chinese name, Xia Bei."

This time, James spoke Chinese. Although he was not fluent, Meng Yanran could understand it.

She also smiled and stretched out her hand to shake him back, saying: "Hi, James, I'm Meng Yanran, Westbrook's friend, I'm going to trouble you today."

friend?Ge Ming raised his eyebrows.

"You are really beautiful!"

James still couldn't help but praise, the oriental woman in front of him really satisfied him.

"Thank you."

"By the way, is this painting your work?"

Meng Yanran never forgot the painting that made her happy.

Looking in the direction of her finger, James nodded and said, "That's right, I drew this. Ms. Meng really has a good eye. Among all my paintings, I am most satisfied with this one, although many people don't like it. I do not think so."

James said indifferently.

Many people couldn't quite understand his painting, but James still stubbornly hung him in the most conspicuous place in the store.

"This painting is really great!" Meng Yanran praised sincerely.

"It's my honor to be praised by Miss Meng!"

James' attitude made Meng Yanran once again experience the passion and romance in the French.

They are different from the general restraint of the Chinese. The French advocate openness and freedom. They like to express their love straightforwardly and boldly, which makes the relationship between the two of them a lot closer.