Ling Ziyi placed a drawing board in front of her, where she was drawing, but there was a box on the side of the drawing board.

Yang Dingtian thought she was sketching, but when she saw the box on the side, she suddenly understood: "She is ...... this"

Paris is known as the capital of art, on the street, in the bridge hole, you can often see similar scenes, painting, playing the violin, chanting, dancing, in front of them, there will be such a box, passing by, feel interested, will throw a few cents, to show support.

Ling Ziyi's current situation is obviously a show.

This fairy who doesn't eat the world, has he fallen so hard that he wants to make a living?

Yang Dingtian's heart ached heavily for a while.

But when you think about it, it's completely understandable.

Ling Ziyi divorced Duan Hongwei at that time, didn't ask for anything, a box, took away a few clothes he was carrying, and came to Paris.

She is not a famous painter, she wants to get out of Paris by painting, it is very, very difficult, she is a high-minded and arrogant person, and she is not good at selling herself, when she first came, she may have a little savings, but after so much of the year, it is estimated that a little bit of savings is also exhausted, what if you want to eat, you want to rent, what if you don't sell your art?

"Thankfully, I had come to Paris on the spur of the moment, otherwise I really didn't know what would have been the case with her. ”

Yang Dingtian admired and sighed again, at this time there was a little less car, he crossed the road, but there were still about thirty meters away from Ling Ziyi, and just about to pass, he saw a car stop in front of Ling Ziyi.

It was a luxury car, and three people got out of the car, led by a young Chinese man in his twenties.

The Chinese young man walked up to Ling Ziyi, looked at the painting, and clapped his hands lightly, "Miss Ling's painting skills are getting better and better." ”

"Do they know?" Yang Dingtian frowned slightly, stopped, and took a look first.

Ling Ziyi concentrated on painting, deaf to the praise of the Chinese youth, and Yang Dingtian was amused: "It's still the original Ling Ziyi, it hasn't changed at all." ”

The Chinese young man was a little embarrassed when he saw Ling Ziyi ignoring him, and said, "Miss Ling, don't you really consider my proposal? Otherwise, I'll give you an extra 100,000 euros, 200,000 euros a year, how about it?"

"What does it mean to add 100,000?" Yang Dingtian didn't know the cause and effect, and he was confused.

However, Ling Ziyi's reaction was very clear, Ling Ziyi's head didn't twist, and only replied to him with one word: "Get out." ”

The Chinese youth was annoyed and angry: "If you paint here for a day, can you earn one euro? I will give you 200,000 yuan a year, which is already quite a high price, and the street girl on the Champs-Elysées is only 50 euros at a time." ”

Yang Dingtian didn't know what the situation was before, but when he heard this, he immediately understood that this Chinese young man wanted to support her when he saw Ling Ziyi's beauty, and the so-called 200,000 a year meant this.

Yang Ding Tiansha was furious, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he walked over with an arrow, grabbed the collar of the Chinese youth, and slapped him a few times, then let go and kicked the Chinese youth out with one kick.

The Chinese youth was followed by two people, obviously his bodyguards, and when they saw the Chinese youth being beaten, they rushed up at the same time, and Yang Dingtian kicked them one by one, and also kicked them out.

"Yang Dingtian. ”

Ling Ziyi saw Yang Dingtian clearly, and screamed in surprise.

"Sister Ling. ”

Yang Dingtian's anger was not extinguished, and he wanted to give the Chinese young man a few more kicks, Ling Ziyi hurriedly grabbed him: "Yang Dingtian, don't fight." ”

"Sister Ling, don't worry about it, this bastard is so shameless, I'm going to pull out a tooth from him today. ”

"Don't. Ling Ziyi pulled him and didn't let go, but suddenly his body shook, and then his knees weakened, and his body fainted.

"Sister Ling, what's wrong with you?" Yang Dingtian was taken aback, hurriedly hugged her, and swept away his spiritual power, fortunately, Ling Ziyi was not a big deal, but his body was very weak.

He input spiritual power to Ling Ziyi, Ling Ziyi woke up, and Yang Dingtian hurriedly said, "Sister Ling, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Ling Ziyi shook his head a little weakly: "It's ......"

She didn't say the rest of the words, but she didn't need to say them, because as she spoke, there was a gurgling sound in her stomach.

This is not eating, and now it is almost noon, didn't she eat breakfast?

Facing his puzzled gaze, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Ling Ziyi's face, but then he looked at Yang Dingtian calmly: "I'm fine, I'm just a little hungry." ”

"We're going to eat right away. Yang Dingtian screamed urgently.

"You're in for a treat. Although Ling Ziyi's face was a little red, his eyes were very calm: "I don't have any money." ”

It's still that Ling Ziyi, no money is no money, she won't feel humiliated because she has no money, and she won't sell herself for money, whether it's soul or body.

"Of course. Yang Dingtian nodded vigorously: "Being able to invite Sister Ling to dinner is a blessing that I cultivated in my previous life." ”

"Then I wish you more blessings. Ling Ziyi chuckled, this smile was just like a cold plum blossom, absolutely beautiful.

Yang Dingtian was stunned, Ling Ziyi looked a little embarrassed for him, turned around to clean up the painting stall, and a box was loaded, it turned out that the box she collected money could just hold all the painting tools.

Yang Dingtian stopped the car, and the Chinese young man hadn't left yet, but Yang Dingtian worked so hard that his two bodyguards couldn't catch it, so he didn't dare to rush up again, just watched with hatred on the side.

Yang Dingtian took Ling Ziyi into the car, and the Chinese youth's car followed behind, Yang Dingtian noticed the Chinese youth's car and didn't pay attention to it at all.

found a big restaurant, went in, Yang Dingtian asked Ling Ziyi to order, Ling Ziyi ordered a few simple dishes, the dishes came up, although she was extremely hungry, she still ate very gentlely, but she was not pretentious.

Her demeanor is not the same as the aristocratic temperament of Qin Wu, but with a kind of artist's elegant atmosphere, expansive, and beautiful, which is pleasing to the eye.

"Don't you eat it yourself?" Seeing Yang Dingtian looking at her with blank eyes, Ling Ziyi smiled slightly.

"I used to think that our Chinese teacher was a liar. ”

"Oh?" Ling Ziyi looked at him curiously, "Why?"

"Because our Chinese teacher said an idiom, beautiful and delicious, he explained, beautiful women, just look at it and be full. ”

Ling Ziyi understood, giggling.

Yang Dingtian said: "I was very unconvinced, there are a lot of girls in our class, why can't I see enough, I am hungry when I should be hungry, and eating four meals a day is not enough." ”

Seeing Ling Ziyi smiling happily, Yang Dingtian became more and more energetic: "One day, I specially tried, stared at the best-looking female classmate in our class, watched for a morning, and then didn't go home to eat at noon, but I was hungry until three o'clock, I almost wanted to die......"