139: C139 Take a Picture

C139 Take a Picture

"By the way, there's a gentleman looking for you, waiting here for more than two hours. I said you were resting, so he didn't go upstairs. He just left. "

" Who? Did he say his name?"

The boss frowned and thought for a while. "No, he's just a man in a suit. "

Bai Youyou first thought of a man in a suit. The first one she thought of was the man with the magnetic field that was not right with her, and the second was the man she had met today. Ye Mingchen. . . .

She didn't know when it started, but she actually thought that Ye Mingchen would wait for her for two hours.

In the past, she didn't even dare to think about such things.

Bai Youyou was still wearing the ethnic clothing, her skirt to the bottom of her ankle. She lifted her skirt again and walked out. When the Lady Boss saw her actions, she quickly went forward to help lift her skirt up and fiddled with it a few times.

The length of the dress immediately decreased to a bit below her knees, not affecting her walking.

Bai Youyou observed for a while and found that the skirt had quite a few small designs. It was convenient for people to move and did not lose its beauty.

She walked out of the hotel's bamboo building. Under the night sky, it was even harder to find people wearing black clothes.

So Bai Youyou did not notice Ye Mingchen standing outside the door. She even stepped on his already painful toes.

"Hiss. . . "

Bai Youyou suddenly turned her head to the side, and only then did she see him.

Most of Ye Mingchen's face was in the shadows, but she only needed to see a little bit to recognize who it was.

He actually waited for her here for more than two hours.

Bai Youyou saw Ye Mingchen frowning because of the pain and suddenly felt embarrassed. She said in a low voice, "Sorry. "

"Yes. "

Ye Mingchen answered coldly. Bai Youyou looked at him for a while and suddenly there was a gurgling sound in her stomach.

She was hungry.

She awkwardly left and heard the creaking sound of the bamboo road. She knew that Ye Mingchen was behind her.

When she walked to the street, there were all kinds of shops on both sides of the street. There were memorial stores and restaurants.

Bai Youyou walked slowly. Those who passed by her would most likely turn back.

She touched her face, worried that something would stick to her face. There were so many people looking at her.

A girl wearing a light green skirt ran over with a camera on her neck. She stood in front of Bai Youyou and smiled, "Miss, may I take a picture of you?"

Bai Youyou did not reply but the girl was afraid of being rejected and hurriedly said, Miss, can I take a picture of you? "I am a student. Taking pictures is for me to appreciate and not for business use! Little Missy, you are too beautiful. You are the most beautiful person I have seen wearing the national clothing here!"

Bai Youyou could not reject her praise.

"Alright then. Do you need me to make a move?"

"No need, no need. You can do whatever you want. Just stand there and you will look good!"

The girl held the camera and looked at the screen in the machine.

The woman in the ethnic uniform stood by the bamboo building. Her delicate face faced the river, and her gaze was tranquil. A cool breeze caressed the broken hair on her cheek, and the surface of the river glistened.

Beside the woman stood a man dressed in a modern black suit. He had the same exquisite appearance, but the two of them had different styles when they stood together.1

The girl pressed the shutter twice, and the photos that satisfied her were printed out.

"This is for you as a memento. I'll keep this, alright?"

The girl politely handed the photo to Bai Youyou.

"Okay. "

Bai Youyou took the photo. The girl was about 18 or 19 years old and was very cheerful. After Bai Youyou agreed, she took the camera and photo and left. She even waved at Bai Youyou.

Bai Youyou lowered her head to look at the photo. When she saw the man's figure inside, she could not help but raise her head to look at Ye Mingchen who was standing beside her.

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