In the end, under Yan Yan’s supervision, Yun Qiluo finished blow-drying her hair and finally snuggled into the warm bed, getting ready to sleep.
When getting ready for sleep, she took a phone stand, set her phone beside the pillow, with the camera facing her.
She was on a video call with Yan Yan.
Yan Yan had started getting busy again on the other side, already handling the task Fan Xinglan had entrusted him with.
The trouble Fan Yubing encountered this time wasn’t really big, to put it accurately, it was merely being tricked by her scoundrel of a fiancé.
It’s just that the Fan Family had virtually no influence or connections over here, so even with heaps of money, they didn’t know where to start.
He was on another phone, discussing this matter.
His English was extremely fluent, almost to the point of being like a native language, with an elegant and pleasant British accent.
Therefore, every word that came out of his mouth, accompanied by his slightly deep magnetic voice, sounded particularly pleasing.
Languidly, unhurriedly, it rang in the ears with a hint of casualness.
Yun Qiluo lay on her pillow lazily like a cat, blinking her eyes, watching him in the video.
It was quite a while before Yan Yan hung up the phone.
But he had other work to handle, so he opened his laptop again.
"I have some work left, Little Gua, why don’t you go to sleep first?"
He tilted his head, glanced at the phone.
The phoenix eyes no longer showed the deep, unfathomable darkness and wickedness from the phone call, only a sense of languid tenderness remained.
Yun Qiluo pursed her lips: "No, I want to watch you work."
Yan Yan couldn’t help but say in a low voice: "You have class tomorrow."
Yun Qiluo still ignored him.
Then she curiously asked: "By the way, beautiful woman, what were you talking about just now? Were you rescuing someone?"
The man on the other side of the video paused when he heard this.
Asked: "You understood?"
Yan Yan asked again: "How much did you understand?"
The young girl said matter-of-factly: "I understood all of it, it wasn’t very difficult."
Yan Yan leaned back into his chair, his narrow eyes lazily squinted.
She’s just a freshman, even if she studies well, it’s impossible for her to have no barriers in English listening comprehension.
Especially since his words just now involved so many technical terms.
That could only mean she already knew English.
He casually asked: "Little Gua, can you speak it?"
Noting his expression, Yun Qiluo quickly realized that speaking English might be something remarkable?
She immediately began to communicate with Yan Yan in English with a smug smile.
Unlike Yan Yan, she spoke American English.
Yan Yan couldn’t help but fall into deep thought, and after a long while, he asked: "Can you switch accents?" Original content can be found at novel-fire.net
Yun Qiluo tugged at her hair: "I can’t do that yet, even though the teacher has talked about the differences, I know them, but I’m not familiar with them."
Seeing him lower his eyes without speaking, she asked again: "Beautiful woman, what’s wrong?"
Yan Yan shook his head and replied lazily: "Nothing."
Yun Qiluo, however, started to be puzzled: "It’s so strange, I seem to be born knowing English, hehehe."
As she spoke to the end, her pride seemed to puff up like a tail.
The young girl who promised not to sleep and accompany Yan Yan with his work had fallen fast asleep in bed within twenty minutes of Yan Yan opening the computer.
Perhaps it was because she could see him and hear his voice, tonight she fell asleep particularly easily.