1514 He's more like a noble

Yue tingfeng thought about it for a while, and in the end, he brought Arthur to a hotpot restaurant.

He had thought that foreigners didn't like spicy food. It was so spicy that it could kill you.

He ordered a double hotpot. He thought that a foreigner like Arthur probably didn't know how to cook double hotpots. He would just ask him to eat spicy food, and qingsi and he would eat the clear soup.

Unexpectedly, when the bottom of the pot was served, Arthur became excited.""Oh ... Hotpot. My dear, your husband is so sweet. How did he know that I love hotpot? did you tell him? I think he's a really good person."

Yue tingfeng's face darkened immediately ...

Yan qingsi pinched Yue tingfeng lightly from below."Since I'm going to treat you, I'll definitely bring you to eat your favorite."

Hence, Yue tingfeng watched as Arthur used his chopsticks more smoothly than the Chinese. He complained about how spicy it was while his mouth was filled with spicy oil.

Yue tingfeng felt that he really had no appetite. This was probably the worst meal he had ever had in his life.

Yan qingsi picked up a beef meatball from the clear soup pot and placed it in Yue tingfeng's bowl.

Arthur stopped eating and said,""In the past, it was always me who put food on your plate. I didn't expect ... That you would actually put food on someone else's plate now. I suddenly feel that we haven't seen each other for too long. You're not quite the same as the Monica in my memory."

Yan qingsi smiled."You're married, so you'll have to be different from before."

Arthur didn't say anything. He lowered his head and continued eating.

He ate quite a lot, and he was probably the one who enjoyed the meal the most.

After an unpleasant lunch, Arthur smiled and said,""Let's go see mill. He said that even if I recommended you to him, he has to see you in person. Otherwise, he won't know how to film it."

"Sure!" Yan qingsi nodded.

Back at miss Mai's studio, Yan qingsi finally met the legendary master photographer, Stuart Mill. He was completely different from what she had imagined.

Yan qingsi had once imagined a master photographer to be someone full of art, with deep eyes and a hint of decadence. He had the desolation of someone who had experienced the world, and his eyes were his lens, able to see through everything.

But looking at the person in front of her, wasn't he too different from what she had imagined?

The man in front of him was very tall, slightly taller than 1.9 meters. He was wearing a camel-colored jacket that reached his knees and a black high-collared woolen sweater. His short dark brown hair was combed back, and there was a light green stubble on his chin. He had a high nose bridge and Emerald-like green eyes. He was a standard handsome foreign man. His facial features were more three-dimensional than Arthur 's, like stone carvings without any flaws.

Compared to his status as an artist, he was more like a noble. When he looked at Yan qingsi, he was judgmental and critical.

Yan qingsi did not like the look in his eyes. She could see the hostility in them.

He extended his hand and said,"Hello, I'm Stuart Mill."

Before Yan qingsi could move, Yue tingfeng reached out to shake her hand, but he quickly let go.""Hello, I'm Yan qingsi's husband, Yue tingfeng."

Facing someone with an extraordinary aura, Yue tingfeng was finally able to act normally for once. He unleashed the aura of a domineering CEO. His gaze was unfathomable, and his expression was indifferent. 'You're noble, but I'm more noble than you. Cold, I'm colder than you.'