Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 165

Ryan was indeed sharp-tongued.

Hearing his words, I couldn't say anything more. I wondered on the side as to what I should say to him before leaving.

Ryan didn't seem to notice my embarrassment. So he continued to say, "You're so young. In fact, you're smart. But you don't think about how to improve your skills and insist on turning to these crooked ways. No matter how rich he is and no matter how many connections he has, it's his anyway. If he dumped you one day, what would you have? You have nothing left!"

I stood next to Ryan and looked at him in a daze.

He was right.

His words even made me feel like my father was talking to me.

And based on his age, he was about the same age as my father.

Ryan held the sunglasses that he had just bought in his hands, put them on his face, and turned his head to me, "Hey, take your computer to Waterside Restaurant in the

west. I'll tell you what's wrong with your work."

"Huh?"

"Hurry up!"

Ryan Teague was the legendary talent, Lance Harris. Asking him to teach me face to face was once a dream to me that could not be achieved.

But now that he brought it up, I felt that it was a little strange

After all, I had been connected to him only by a ridiculous incident that morning.

However, since he said so, I certainly couldn't refuse.

I dared not to delay. So I quickly agreed and ran back to my room to take the computer.

There wasn't any restaurant called Waterside Restaurant. But I guessed that he was talking about the restaurant by the lake.

The restaurant sat across my room.

It took me more than half an hour to get my computer and went to the restaurant.

When I was there, I saw that Ryan was drawing a picture with a sketchbook in his hand. It seemed that he didn't notice my arrival.

I approached him and stood behind him for a while. Using a charcoal stick, he was drawing the scenery of the lake on paper. Because it was at night. The street lights were reflected on the water.

He perfectly illustrated the scenery with a charcoal stick.

It was like God was drawing.

To set off the effect, he wiped the drawing with his clothes casually at all times.

I stood behind him for another 20 minutes.

By the time he finished drawing, his clothes and hands couldn't be dirtier.

He put the charcoal stick back in a small box, turned his head, and saw me behind him, asking, "When did you come?"

"I've been here for a while."

As I said, I quickly turned on my computer and clicked open the work I had designed.

Ryan began to tell me about my work.

He didn't point out problems for me all the time. According to him, a few parts I had designed were good, which highlighted the practicability Nancy had told me before.

After he finished his words, I glanced at the time at the lower right corner of the computer. It was past 2 o'clock in the middle of the night.

I benefited a lot from his words that night. So I put away my computer and thanked him repeatedly. When I was about to leave, I heard him asking me behind me, "Well, what's your mother's name?"

"My mother?" I had begun to walk out. And I looked back at him and answered, "Gina Frost."

"Gina Frost? Then... How old is she this year?"

"48 years old. And it is her natal year this year." After truthfully answering his question, I asked with a puzzled look on my face, "Mr. Ryan, do you know my mother?"

"No!"

As Ryan said that, his tone and expression were completely different from those when he had asked me questions just now.

He even looked a little proud.

"Oh..." I couldn't understand him.

Seeing that I was standing there, Ryan said impatiently, "All right, I'm leaving. You can call me Mentor Ryan in the future. You don't need to call me Mr. Ryan."

After that, he left quickly.