It was just that a large canteen with a tent was pulled in the air, and Amyra said that she felt like a tent in her hometown. Wan Changsheng remembered that their airport design was such an obvious characteristic element.

The teaching building next to me only looked at it briefly at the door. October is approaching the national joint examination, so where is there any lunch break? The art candidates after the meal have returned to their respective floors and began to paint hard. Ge Ning was shocked by the scale of four or five thousand people again. He was deeply impressed by the many people in our country that Wan Changsheng repeatedly emphasized, and must have a very deep impression.

Next is the work group glass house with orange roofs. The golden autumn is the time when the temperature is most comfortable. Even if there are still people working on the various design work groups during the National Day, college students are always full of enthusiasm to put what they have learned into practice.

Then there is the dormitory building, then there is the teaching building, in the middle is a small artificial turf football field with weaving net frames, basketball courts and community fitness equipment. Except for a group of art candidates sitting in the sun and drawing sketches, no one exercises, almost everyone is full of urgency. Except for a few days when they moved in, a few boys played football curiously, the rest of the time has been the main area for sunbathing.

The office area is just passing through this teaching building. The glass building under the white canopy is also pulled, with a black outline, base and roof shape, much more rigorous.

Next to the end of a dormitory building is the large locomotive factory.

All the factories are covered with graffiti, and together with the facilities in the middle, there is a brand new atmosphere.

It can indeed be regarded as a model for the art community for renovating old factory buildings.

Ge Ning took photos along the way and looked for composition, looking for a very serious look.

When Wan Changsheng guided international friends into the office, the large-scale employees stood up and respectfully called the principal. Those who were brave enough to say to foreign customers in English Hello, welcome to Damei.

In fact, when Wan Changsheng comes to the office, no one dares to disturb him. Now there is one who takes the lead, and the others will quickly give the boss a face.

Wan Changsheng did feel good, but when he turned around, he found that Bechye, who had taken off his sunglasses, held his chin up and was accustomed to accepting this kind of worship. I guess if she took off her headscarf again, it would attract more sincere compliments.

But the boss Wan Changsheng was a little bit stubborn. He didn't have a secretary or a service staff. After entering the office, he had to close the door himself: "Sit down, drink tea or drink... You can choose a freezer here, so I'll see what's there..."

I pressed the button to turn off the light gauze curtains facing the large office area, and isolated the curious gaze outside.

The full drink cabinet was full of beer to coffee, and it was revealed that he was not very familiar with this brand new area, but he didn't care. He quickly introduced each other and started straight to the point: "Since Mr. Gening is here, let's talk about how to deal with this impossible marriage."

The three wide leather sofas with buckles are arranged in a shape of a pin-shaped character. It is no problem for more than ten people to sit. Wan Changsheng and Gening each gathered in a corner. Three Arab friends sat opposite each other. When they heard this, they all looked shaking. Beheye straightened his waist and held his hands on his side legs, making his movements perfect.

Wan Changsheng really flashed through his mind the saying in the art anatomy course. Arab women in the Middle East and North Africa naturally have long legs. In terms of the proportion of human body, they instantly killed East Asia. Fortunately, they wore long robes last time, otherwise other girls would feel a little inferior, as if Zhong Mingxia's length and proportion of legs are OK...

I found myself a little distracted, so I quickly focused on explaining the situation: "I understand the idea of ​​pursuing freedom and happiness, but the premise is not to hurt others. You were wrong when you hurt Selime before, and now you are still hurting my marriage even more wrong. Due to my teacher-student relationship with Amyra, what do I think about this proposal?"

It was actually the first time that Mr. Ge Ning met the female family in Amyra's house. He mainly gracefully crossed his legs to appreciate the environment. He also drank the coffee in the can like a high-end product and did not speak.

Wan Changsheng noticed again that when he heard that he was going to hold a painting exhibition, Amyra kept gently holding his sister's arm, and the fat sister was cautiously just leaning in Beheye's ear and whispering indifferently, not knowing what to report.

Wasn't Hayat the main idea before?

So he was worried that the delicious master would not understand: "I have a wife. If you have another family in China, it will even cause marriage conflicts. Fortunately, my wife is very good to me, so I hope I won't mention this kind of thing anymore. I'm not kidding."

As a result, Beheye spoke by himself: "Can I talk to you alone?"

When he said this, there was also a way to support his palms and guide him. Doesn’t Wan Changsheng have a small backyard in his office? There is a rockery with exquisite white walls and black tiles. There are also dead trees pretending to be like this in the white stones with spiral patterns on the ground.

Very tasteful.

Wan Changsheng felt that his English level was improving rapidly now, and subconsciously glanced at Ge Ning.

He felt that only the British uncle was his ally at this moment.

As a result, the man laughed and stood up: "Then I will appreciate all kinds of books..." He headed towards the big bookshelf.

Amyra and Hayat were about to dodge.

Wan Changsheng wondered why this girl felt a little different without eating.

Nodded and pushed open the glass door. The weather in October is good, and the autumn weather is cool without air conditioning.

As a result, as soon as Beheye came out, Hayat cleverly covered the glass doors and curtains inside. There were only two people left in the compact and exquisite space, and the narrow edges of the four walls made it look like a cage and confinement here.

The artist's feeling is sensitivity, Wan Changsheng stands far away: "What do you want to talk about?"

Beheye walked down the steps with his hands behind his back, walked into the white quartz beach that was carefully combed and hung out, and scraped it with his toes. The movement behind his back was like a wiper. Just looking at his back, he could not help but feel "a woman with a thin waist on the swing, swaying and slanting in the wind".

Her shirt was very loose, but it was tied around her waist and tied it up, which made her look like a long skirt and pants on the floor.

She didn't speak, and Wan Changsheng didn't speak. She looked quietly, and she had to resist taking out the sketchbook. Just watch it like that.

Beheye's voice was really pleasant: "Can I take off my turban?"

Wan Changsheng doesn't care: "It's okay for you, but it has nothing to do with the custom of not watching that husband."

Beheye took off his headscarf with his back, and then he brushed it around his head and turned around. His toes were like a compass rotating, as if they were dancing. To be fair, people were beautiful and their movements were even more beautiful.

Wan Changsheng should watch as calmly as possible to avoid reciting poems.

Beheye still carried his hands behind his back. It seemed like Zhong Mingxia had done this a few days ago. She walked side by side with Wan Changsheng in the night wind, looking like a little girl in love.

But Beheye didn't. She was obviously three or four years younger than her. She felt quite mature when she made it. She looked at Wan Changsheng with deep eyes: "I knew you last September. Amyra called me and told me how good my teacher was, how friendly the people here, and how delicious the food was. But at that time his cell phone could only talk to him, so I could only imagine this place in my mind. The phone call with Amyra every night was my happiest moment. Since I was a child, he has been my favorite relative to protect. Thank you for your care."

Wan Changsheng wanted to describe it as "Don't be kind and revenge", but he couldn't find the words to express it, so he nodded and said that he was listening.

It's also pleasing to see this way. Wan Changsheng can no longer help but outline the lines with his fingers on the wall leaning behind him.

This is an artist's instinct.

Beheye looked at him without blinking: "It was not until we made more than 50,000 US dollars in international long-distance call fees that Amyra knew that we should buy a mobile phone that could take photos and surf the Internet. There was almost no cost to call online through videos. This is something we had never considered before, but since then, I have often seen you from the photos and videos he took every day, where he lives, and the campus. I think my love for you started from this time."

Wan Changsheng's fingers were stiff, but he still followed Ge Ning's steady state and raised his eyebrows and put on a cold expression to continue, seeing what trouble you can say.

Beheye smiled sweetly, Mad, feeling that the dead trees around the rockery were sprouting, the garden was full of spring colors: "I seriously thought about it. It should be the kind of you who only describe in language. It made me imagine a lot of imagination about you in my mind, and imagined a lot of men you should be, young, mature, full of wisdom, and gentleness and kindness. This is the description that Amyra said the most to me..."

Only then did Wan Changsheng realize that this little bastard has been a matchmaker!

So Beheye was not inexplicably confused: "When I saw you from the photos and videos, I realized that you were more perfect than I thought. Although I couldn't understand what you sometimes said to the bare-headed man, I have seen him cry gently after you left, and I also knew that he was also your student, who had been taking care of Amyra, and even more so that he was seriously ill, but you encouraged him to completely recover his life. This is a great act."

Wan Changsheng felt that facing Xu Chaohui was something that an elder brother should do. At best, he had some money and didn’t care about medical expenses?

But Beheye said money: "You are very business-minded and have made a lot of money, but you give money to many poor people. Amyra said you lowered your tuition fees and allowed more children to study. This is the greatness and kindness that Pearl has praised. It is many times better than those men who rely on their wealth at home that I can see."

Wan Changsheng is indeed outstanding enough. If he is compared with a bunch of mud that cannot be covered with the wall, it will be even more brilliant.

However, from these words, although Wan Changsheng was a little stuttering and guessing, he could tell that this delicious girl was not like the stupid temperament she showed when she had a midnight snack last time?
Chapter completed!