Rome, Colosseum.
In front of the towering building, Xu Xia in a red dress, the fan blowing her long curls and hem, her eyes slightly squinting, lips painted red slightly parted, sensual with a touch of wildness.
Beside her, the staff busily worked.
Holding reflectors, blowing wind, adjusting her dress...
Not far away, the photographer kept changing lenses, capturing her image in the camera.
"That’s great...very good...let’s take another shot...okay, that set’s almost done..."
Xu Xia retracted the dazed expression on her face, held her dress and walked over to the photographer’s side, taking the camera to look through the photos he had taken.
As Leng Zimo said, when it comes to work, Xu Xia is someone who demands high standards.
Looking at the photos, she seriously discussed with the photographer about the light, expressions, and the proportion of movement to the architecture, very dedicated and professional.
"How about taking two more shots? I think the effect of this red dress is fantastic."
"Okay!" The photographer was also shooting excitedly, "You can pose as you wish."
"Should we take a few with the style of Leng Jun?" Xu Xia returned to the shooting position, composed her face, and made a bow-drawing pose, "How about this?"
The photographer adjusted the camera’s focus, "Raise your hand a bit...yes...great...you remind me of a Roman general and the goddess of war..."
Not far away, tens of meters away, Leng Zirui lazily sat on the stands of the Colosseum, watching Xu Xia through binoculars.
The meeting with Lei’s and others was scheduled for the night, during the day he had no necessary work, unable to resist the longing, he followed all the way from the hotel to here, just wanting to see her.
The hotel had already arranged for Ah Ke to be replaced, seeing her today, perhaps in the days to come, they will no longer have any intersection.
"Sir, would you like some flowers?" A timid little girl approached him and asked, "These were cut from my garden, very fresh and beautiful, buy a bouquet for your lover?"
She was a small girl, holding a basket of large red roses still dewy.
Leng Zirui put down the binoculars, looked at her big brown eyes and the roses in her basket.
After thinking for a moment, he reached into his wallet and casually pulled out a few bills, handing them to her.
"I will buy the whole basket, can you help me give the flowers to the girl in the red dress over there, the one surrounded by people, taking photos?"
The little girl happily accepted the money, nodded.
Turning her face, looking at Xu Xia in the distance, she smiled and praised, "She’s very beautiful!"
"Of course." Leng Zirui smiled.
"Should I say anything to her?" The little girl asked thoughtfully.
"No need." Leng Zirui shrugged, "If she asks, just tell her they’re from a man who admires her greatly."
The little girl nodded, picked up the large basket and walked down the steps towards Xu Xia.
In his pocket, the phone buzzed, Leng Zirui took out the phone, glanced at the number, and immediately answered the call, heading towards the exit.
"Hello, Ah Sang?"
"Mr. Leng, I’ve found information about Dr. Yin."
"Found him?" Leng Zirui asked with some excitement.
"No." Ah Sang’s voice had a hint of frustration, "His assistant says he’s been missing for several days now!"