The wealthy wife is very charming!

48: Jiang Zhao, who was prostitute, hung up the phone, and then received a call from Qin Feiyan, "Well... I know, but Feiyan, Professor Shen doesn't like to be disturbed by people coming to the door... I know that grandpa loves his Danqing very much ...Well, okay, let me take care of the painting. Okay, hang up."

He leaned over and pressed the extension, "Liu Cheng, check to see if Professor Shen from the Academy of Fine Arts has a class this afternoon..."

Duo'er went to Wutong Art Street in the afternoon to find the boy to pick up the painting and pay for it.

The boy looked at Duo'er's white dress dragging the floor, with two loosely twisted braids, which made people feel very fresh.I didn't come back to my senses for a while.

Duo'er explained why he came, but the boy said, "If you want to pay, I'll throw the painting away, and you'll come back to pick it up tomorrow, but you didn't bring it today."

The boy looked at Duo'er's helpless look, and suddenly smiled. What he smiled was that she was always afraid that his life would be difficult, but why would his life be troubled by money?

"I didn't bring the painting, so take me to your school to have fun." Duo'er dropped out of school and didn't take the college entrance examination. She was very envious of the college life of her peers.

The boy was startled, where does he go to school? "my school?"

Duo'er pointed to the university gate not far ahead, "Aren't you from the Academy of Fine Arts?"

University is really a place suitable for dating. On the benches under the shade of green trees, beside the sparkling artificial lake, and beside the winding roads, there are couples of you and me everywhere.

On the thick soft lawn, a boy and a girl were lying on their pillows. The boy looked at the sky and suddenly wanted to know her, so he asked softly, "How old are you?"

Duoer said, "19."

"Where do you study?"

"I dropped out of school in the third year of high school."

The boy was silent for a while, "What's your name?"

"Clouds."

"Yunduoer, Yunduoer..." the boy whispered softly, stretched out his hand, his slender, white fingers seemed to be slightly transparent as if penetrated by the sun, he opened his palm, and looked up through the gap between his fingers, the blossoming flowers in the sky , Baiyun. "A nice name."

"Oh, is that right? My brother always says my name is vulgar..."

"How come? Look at the clouds in the sky, they are beautiful."

Duo'er closed her eyes, took a deep breath of air, with the smell of green grass, "That's because the cloud you see now is a white cloud like cotton candy, behind it is a blue sky, with the blue sky Relying on it, it is a kind of fresh beauty. But... in a few days, there will be dark clouds, the sky will be dark and gloomy, and the clouds will no longer be white clouds, so how can they be beautiful?"

The boy sighed softly.

Duo'er turned around, with her arms bent and pillowed by her ears, and the boy was lying on his side in the same posture as her, looking at her.

Seriously looking into the boy's eyes, Duo'er stared at the pair of clear pupils in his clear eyes, reached out and stroked his eyebrows, and said with emotion, "You are the prince in the fairy tale book, how can you sigh, you should have The most beautiful smile."

The boy held back his already uncontrollable breathing, and asked lightly, "I am a prince, what are you?"

Duo'er's eyes darkened, "I... I should be a witch."

Someone whipped him unexpectedly in his heart, the boy frowned and asked, "You didn't go to school, what did you do?"

"Me?" Duo'er turned around, the warm sunlight couldn't help the shade of the trees, she lay here comfortably and looked at the white clouds in the sky, what did she do?

What does a woman who seeks peace by trading her body do?

The boy looked at the girl who was already lying flat and no longer looked into his eyes for a moment, looked at the teardrops rolling down from the corner of her eyes, and when he stretched out his hand, he heard her voice as ethereal as if it came from the sky, one by one, Intermittently, "I... I sold myself... In fact, I wanted to rely on myself at first, but later, I felt that I was too naive... Hehe, look at the dress I'm wearing today. It's so expensive... I didn't buy it myself Yes, I am reluctant to spend that money..."

The wind seemed to be at a standstill at this moment, and he seemed to hear the sound of tears falling into the grass, so loud, like glass beads hitting a thick steel plate, the shattering sound could penetrate a person's fragile eardrum... …

At this time, a black Audi dedicated to the government slowly drove into the quiet and beautiful art campus.