Chapter 58 Dongting Biluochun

Ruan Xihe still woke up with a misty mist in his eyes, beautiful and bewitching.

He lowered his head, the breath of the two got closer and closer, and the tips of their noses came together.

“Chairman!” Sun Zhi came over, and the voice had already come before anyone arrived.

Ruan Xihe blushed suddenly and gently pushed Mo Tingshen away, tilting his head to the other side to pretend to sleep.

Mo Tingshen only felt a little itchy in his throat.

When Sun Zhi came over, he felt that the chairman seemed to be in a bad mood.

His eyes were cold and terrifying, he wondered if he had done something wrong, his eyes suddenly looked at Ruan Xihe who was asleep on the side, and he cried out inwardly.

The chairman is a workaholic and always hates people being lazy during work. Why did she fall asleep? No wonder the chairman is in a bad mood.

“Xiao Ruan, wake up!” He has a good impression of this little girl, and naturally doesn’t want her to be brushed off during the internship.

“You don’t need to call her.” Mo Ting was deeply upset. Seeing that Sun Zhi was not pleasing to his eyes, she shouted that Sun Zhi was his brother, and when she became an uncle, she became an uncle.

Sun Zhi understood that the chairman had been disappointed with Ruan Xihe, and felt a little sorry for her.

“What’s up.”

“Here, I have sorted out this project schedule. Can you see what is wrong?” After all, this project involves the external route of the Rongchang Group next year.

It has been 10 minutes since the end of the conversation.

There were two people in the first-class cabin today, and it was a little awkwardly quiet inside.

Lilk said that Paris is an unparalleled city.

Indeed, since ancient times, Paris has attracted people from all over the world to come here. Some people have lived their lives because of Paris’s glory, and some people have been depressed because of Paris.

The Champs Elysées is shining in the light of the clear sky. Parisians like to read a book, drink a cup of black coffee and talk about a fresh story in such a sun.

Here is a paradise for art. The streets and alleys are full of notes, either tactfully or desolately. In short, it is clear, comfortable, fragrant and mellow.

When she got off the plane, she measured the sky here with her hands. It seemed that it was not as blue as Nanshi, and the air was a bit humid.

The person in charge of the branch here had already been waiting for the pick-up. It was not until she got in the car that she realized that she had come here again after many years.

She used to like to read miscellaneous books, and forgot the specific scene. She asked the blond boy: “Have you read Zhu Ziqing’s “Ou Journey”?”

The man said no, she was just a little impressed by that sentence. Zhu Ziqing said in his “European Travel Miscellany”: In the past, people said that in the Six Dynasties, the food sellers had smoke and water, and everyone in Paris probably had one or two bones on their bodies.

So that boy, at a young age, relied on his own strength to perform at the Vienna Golden Studio, which symbolizes the paradise of music.

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Mo Tingshen owns real estate here, and the car drove them straight to the manor. It was very large and beautiful, and there was a field full of French roses.

This kind of pink-headed rose is beautiful and gentle, but it is amazing. If you want to describe it more accurately, it is the word elegant.

She was taken to her room by the maid. The so-called “being in the countryside”, after taking a bath, she can change into a French palace tutu with this style. There are quite a few female staff accompanying this time. Well, it’s also because the castle is big enough, otherwise it won’t live.

She ties the waistband backhand in front of the closet. The skirt on this side feels like this, but it hasn’t been worn for a long time, and it is really troublesome to tie it up.

“Hehe, Mo Tingshen is here.” 044 reminded.

Her room is really big, so Mo Tingshen knocked on the door and she did not hear him. He entered by himself without locking it.

Ruan Xihe suddenly curled his lips, but his eyes were extremely cold.

“Sister Li, is that you? Help me tie the back belt.” The little girl’s voice was like an opened Pandora’s box, tempting him to step into the abyss step by step.

“Let’s help others.” She sneered again, her voice sweet and soft, with a full coquettish tone.

Her back was bare, and the beautiful butterfly bones were very obvious, and his hands were almost trembling slightly.

She shrank, and urged: “Sister Li, don’t move, it’s itchy.”

“It’s me.” He didn’t hold back, and then he hugged her, saying these words in her ears in a very low voice.