CEO’s Private Girl - Chapter 1651

“It’s too boring to sit in the room, and it’s not easy to find topics, which makes you have a sense of scene, so you should often go out for a walk. Let’s go to the hotel garden now.” Peter suggested.

“Well, all right.” Fang Yuan nods and walks out of the room with Peter.

This hotel is in the form of villa, which is specially set up for the traveling dignitaries. It is one of the industries of Mo Jincheng in the United States. The decoration of the hotel is very beautiful, pure American style, the front row is a very beautiful garden, which is full of all kinds of flowers and plants, and some well-designed scenic spots.

There, when Fang Yuan sees something and thinks of something, he will speak it directly in English to improve his English level, because Peter says it’s easier to train his sense of language.

The air outside is very fresh, the breeze is blowing slightly, and the fragrance of flowers is coming, which makes Fangyuan feel very comfortable.

She stretched out her arms to embrace the blue sky and laughed brightly.

Peter looks at this hardworking Chinese girl with appreciative eyes and smiles happily.

“Wow, here’s a butterfly!”

Soon, Fang Yuan found something he was interested in. When he saw a butterfly flying in the sky, he blurted out his English and spoke it fluently.

“Great.” Peter gave her a thumbs up, “you see, now you have turned English into your subconscious language, which is great. It’s a new class. In fact, you didn’t really activate many English words before.”

Fang Yuan smiles and continues to communicate with Peter in English, saying that the butterfly is very beautiful and that she likes butterflies very much.

Peter tells Fang Yuan that his favorite animal is a kind of bird, called St. Martin’s bird. That kind of bird has no feet and always flies in the sky. Although tired, it belongs to the sky and represents freedom.

Fang Yuan was fascinated by this. She had never heard of this kind of bird before.

“I’ll have a good look when I get back. St. Martin The name of the bird is very nice Fang Yuan said with a smile.

“It’s a beautiful day today.” Peter’s face is full of smile, “Miss Fang Yuan is so beautiful.”

Praised by the teacher and praised beautiful, Fang Yuan a little embarrassed, silly smile, continue to enjoy the scenery.

At this time, on the windowsill of the second floor of the hotel, a pair of deep eyes were looking at them.

Seeing Fang Yuan happily talking with the handsome American teacher, Mo Jincheng squints his eyes. Is it a pleasure to miss Shu? What time is it?

Especially when Peter looks at Fang Yuan without blinking his eyes, he is very interested in it. If Fang Yuan had not repeatedly proposed to tutor English, he would not have bothered to let this foreign teacher come to his territory.

Mo Jincheng picked up his mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers.

Fang Yuan hears the ring of the mobile phone, looks down and sees that it’s Mo Jincheng, so he gets through.

There came Mo Jincheng’s cold voice: “come back for dinner.”

Very simple four words. Then he hung up.

Fang Yuan was speechless for a while. She hung up before she spoke! But she was in a brilliant mood and didn’t take it seriously. Besides, she was used to his black face from time to time.

Seeing Peter looking at himself curiously, Fang Yuan shrugged a little awkwardly and stretched out his tongue: “this weirdo.”

“Who is it? Let me guess “Boyfriends?” Peter asked with a smile.

Fang Yuan nodded with a smile and stretched out his thumb: “the teacher is wise and accurate. He is a boyfriend.”

Peter shrugged his shoulders, spread out his hands, and made a very helpless appearance: “in fact, I really envy him. To have a beautiful girlfriend like you. ”

“Ha ha.”

Fang Yuan smiles generously. She knows that foreigners are very open and magnanimous, so they seldom avoid their appreciation of others. Naturally, she doesn’t take Peter’s words to heart and waves with a smile: “let’s learn here today. Goodbye, teacher

Peter nodded and waved with a smile: “OK, goodbye.”

Then Peter turns to leave. Fang Yuan sees his back disappear and turns back.

Mo Jincheng, who is upstairs, always stares at the park below. Seeing Fang Yuan watching the foreign tutor leave, he can’t help but pull his lips: what a good student.

Fang Yuan didn’t know about it. He ran upstairs to report his study to Mo Jincheng: “the teacher said that my English has improved a lot.”

Mo Jincheng quietly picked eyebrows: “Oh, right?”

“Yes. Am I good? ” The big eyes of Fangyuan shuilingling blink. Asked happily.

Mo Jin Cheng’s thin lip moved, light spit out two words: “good.”

But the light and sour tone made Fang Yuan frown. How did you think this man was a little strange today. But she was more immersed in the joy of her English entering a new level and didn’t take it seriously.”Do you know what my progress in English means? It means that I can finally move on to the next step. Ha ha ha

She was about to spin with joy.

Mo Jin Cheng mouth corner smoked: “what plan?”

“Hollywood plan! Did you forget what I told you before? ”

“Oh.”

“My poor English is a big obstacle, and I can’t recite my lines well. If I have to find a dub at that time, it will be unreal…”

“Oh.”

“Well, everything is settled!”

“Well.”

Fang Yuan frowned. Why did he reply that his words were “Oh” in addition to “um”? It’s really perfunctory!

But she’s in a good mood today and doesn’t care about anything!

Fang Yuan pulled Mo Jincheng’s arm with a smile: “OK, let’s go to dinner.”

“What to eat?” Mo Jincheng rolled his eyes. This woman really has no eyesight. Can’t you see that he’s unhappy?

Fang Yuan widened his eyes: “what do you say? Didn’t you call just now and tell me to go back to the hotel for dinner? ”

“Eat, you know how to eat. What time do you think it is?” Mo Jincheng raises the watch on his wrist and asks unhappily.

“Half past one.”

“It’s half past one. You don’t even know how to eat. Do you think you are made of iron Mo Jincheng’s voice with the meaning of censure, but also conceals a trace of heartache.

“Why, do you love me?” Fang Yuan puckered up mischievously, “if so, I will be moved.”

“Be sentimental.”

Mo Jincheng skims his lips, but a smile rises in his eyes.