The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

Xia Ling's pot was dark and big. He, as a small manager, could not afford it.

Long Ge quietly took out his phone.

The camera was turned on in the front. Taking advantage of Xie Ming's lack of attention, he secretly peeked behind the passenger seat.

He just wanted to see if Xia Ling was really sleeping or pretending to be sleeping.

This great aunt was also full of bad ideas. Who knew if she was deliberately pretending to sleep and leaving the difficult problem to him to solve with Xie Ming.

Halfway through the phone, long GE suddenly heard a cold voice from the side.

"You want to secretly take a photo? Take it back. "

"No, no... I was just looking around. "

Long GE laughed dryly.

"You were also so busy and free in Paris, just staring at Xia Ling and taking photos? " Xie Ming asked without changing his expression.

This was really a question that made people shiver.

Long GE trembled, finally unable to bear the grievance, and said pitifully, "Big Brother, I beg you to be Merciful. I'm gay, completely gay. Even if sister Ling lay naked in front of me, I wouldn't react. "

Xie Ming was neither too fast nor too slow. "Oh? You've seen her take off her clothes? "

"No, I wouldn't dare, " Long Ge explained repeatedly.

Xie Ming replied with an "mm" and did not ask any more questions.

Long Ge escaped death and let out a long sigh of relief.

When he got out of the car, the air conditioning in the car was very good, but he was drenched in sweat.

"Get out of the car. We're home. "

Xie Ming opened the car door and called Xia Ling to get up from the back.

She sat up and stretched. Xia Ling opened her eyes in confusion.

"Uncle Xie, we're home. Are there any reporters nearby? "

Xie Ming was stunned by this "Uncle Xie" call, but he quickly regained his senses, and his face remained calm.

"No, all the reporters who dared to enter B University have been coaxed out. You're not beyonc�� or Zhang Yimou. You're not that popular in the country. "

Xia Ling was not convinced, so she smiled and retorted.

"So what if they're beyonc�� or Zhang Yimou? Are they as good as I am as a model? People say that there are specializations in the industry. Uncle Xie, you're so old, why can't you see through this? "

The girl kept calling him uncle Xie, and her attitude toward him was familiar yet unfamiliar.

Three years. To him, he had been checking Xia Ling's INS every day and had gotten long Ge to secretly take photos for him to see. It was as if he had never been separated from Xia Ling. He was still the elder who had watched her grow up.

However, to the girl, three years was three years.

She had grown up, she had succeeded, and she was covered in a halo.

She had returned to him with an attitude that was neither servile nor overbearing, but there was also a hidden edge. She wanted to prove that she had succeeded, that she was right, that he had bound her, and that he was wrong.

But... ...

After learning about their flight today, Xie Ming had already instructed the Aunty to make Xia Ling's favorite sweet rice wine soup, as well as pineapple and prawns. He was waiting for her to come back to welcome her back.

Xie Ming's attitude towards Xia Ling had changed long ago when she was risking everything for her dream.

"Let's go home. We'll talk about other things after dinner, " Xie Ming changed the topic and said lightly.

He did not reply to Xia Ling's words, but Xia Ling seemed to have punched an empty space. She curled her lips, pulled the blanket aside, put away the SOFA, and got out of the car.

Xia Ling stood in front of Xie Ming.

She was 1.76 meters tall, but Xie Ming was still one head taller than her.

He looked at her and still looked down, just like an adult looking at a child.

"sooner or later, I will be more famous than beyonc�� and Zhang Yimou, " Xia Ling said.

She had just started her career. Asian models were destined to be more difficult to walk on the international runway than models of other skin colors, but Xia Ling was not convinced.

XNR's main model was the recognition of the old man. With this pass, she had received many invitations from designers before she returned to China.