Adjani wore a short skirt with a white silk base embroidered with green clovers, looking full of life.

She knew it was nonsense, but her gray-blue eyes glanced at her intentionally or unintentionally, and Su Changqing couldn't help but cooperate.

Then the little deer in my chest started to bump around blindly.

What does this mean? There aren’t really documents to sign, right?

That... would be too disappointing.

There shouldn't be one. The cooperation agreement was signed the day before yesterday. Even if there was one, there's no need to rush to sign it before departure. You'll be back in China in three to five days. The French are not in such a hurry to do things.

Su Changqing knew there was something fishy, ​​but he still cooperated and didn't even ask what documents he wanted to sign. This was a tacit understanding.

Adjani seemed very happy to have such a tacit cooperation, but her eyes never made contact with Su Changqing again.

This little trick was obviously not premeditated, otherwise there would be plenty of opportunities these days. Maybe it was just that the biological clock had turned to this moment, and the reason suddenly collapsed, so he opened his mouth and lied.

Su Changqing's road to moral self-improvement has long been riddled with holes, and now it has reached a fork in the road. Should he go left or right?

No matter what the situation is, it's still okay to decline politely. As long as you say you have something to do and talk about it in a few days, the matter will basically be over, and similar problems will not happen again in the future.

Decline?

Why?

Adjani is extremely beautiful. Although she is a big sister in age, she is younger than Xu Qing when Su Changqing was reborn. She is as old as Mr. Fan and is still as delicate as a blooming dahlia. Is she still a man if she refuses?

"Back then, even Adam couldn't refuse the ripe apple. Who am I? Am I more powerful than the ancestors of Westerners?"

Su Changqing is obviously not that powerful yet, and he also knows in his heart that he will regret rejecting her because of his urinary nature: "Why are you pretending to be stupid when you have already had a bad record? Who gave you the pretentiousness and courage to refuse the favor of the most beautiful woman in France?"

Critical moments are the most revealing of one's background. Changing one's evil ways and returning to the right path is purely wishful thinking. I am afraid that I will never be able to have both virtue and art in this life.

Unless he washes his hands in this golden basin and never gets involved with women again, he may even become ordained and become Master Honger one day.

If a trace of regret flashed through Su Changqing's heart at this moment, I don't know if anyone would believe it.

Forget it, find another way, if I don’t go to hell, who will?

If hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha.

Finally, they were the only two people left at home, each holding a cup of coffee and smiling at each other.

This is so damn depraved.

"Do we have any more papers to sign?"

Adjani didn't answer and suddenly asked: "Do you want to see the Arc de Triomphe?"

See the Arc de Triomphe?

Isn't this... a code word?

However, the Arc de Triomphe of the Lion in Paris is located at the west end of the Champs Elysées, not far from Adjani's house, so don't think too far.

"It's okay to have a look. Don't you all go to Paris..."

"follow me."

With that said, Adjani took Su Changqing's hand and went straight to her bedroom.

Her home is very big, probably taking up less than half of this floor. To go to her bedroom, you have to go through a long corridor, which is a bit dim without turning on the lights.

Adjani's hands were soft and warm, and she held Su Changqing tightly. It was as if there was an electric current coming from her, passing through her arm into the Du Vein, and going straight to her waist and kidneys.

It wasn't the first time I held her hand. Why didn't it feel numb before?

It's really strange things happen when people are horny. Everything can stimulate hormones.

They stopped in the darkest place at the same time.

Adjani's breathing was a little heavy.

Under the influence of gravity, the two naturally kissed each other passionately.

Adjani became hot, her red lips were smooth and waxy, and Su Changqing was lost in a short while.

"Don't you want to see the Arc de Triomphe?"

She suddenly broke away again and took Su Changqing into the room.

Yes, you should see the Arc de Triomphe.

Adjani's bedroom is large, with mild milky white tones and French rococo decoration. It is exquisite and luxurious, as fragrant as herself.

If you don't smell good, how can you be like a Chinese woman?

Adjani pulled Su Changqing to the floor-to-ceiling window and pointed to the distance: "That's the Arc de Triomphe."

There is a white spot in the red tile roof under the morning sun, which can barely be seen as an arch.

I went and found out that it was not a code word, and I could actually see the real Arc de Triomphe from her bedroom.

Su Changqing looked absently into the distance: "It's not as big as I thought, it's a bit small."

The Arc de Triomphe was built by Napoleon. The name Triumph naturally refers to a gate that welcomes the triumphal march of the conquering armies. It is the largest and most famous round arch in the world today.

Adjani snuggled into his arms: "It will be clearer if you stand on the bedside."

What else is there to say? Go to bed and watch.

After getting into bed, he couldn't get out of bed. Su Changqing was very busy for the next two hours, conquering the north and south again and again.

And he found that he didn't have to stand at the head of the bed, he could look at the Arc de Triomphe in the distance when he lay down on the bed and raised his head.

It really lives up to its name, a good door, even more beautiful than imagined.

Adjani is a very strange person. If you watch more of her movies, you will realize that her appearance has changed greatly every ten years since she was a teenager, and she may even look completely different, but she is still beautiful.

I watched "Possessed" before and was amazed at the gracefulness of her body. Today's physical inspection found that it was indeed extraordinary and it seemed that nothing had changed.

Adjani was lying on her side with her arm as pillow and looked at Su Changqing. Her expressive eyes were full of tenderness and obsession: "Do you know when I started to like you?"

Su Changqing was so tired that her heart stopped watering: "The first time you saw me?"

Adjani kicked him lightly: "It was the day in Cannes when you accompanied me in the corridor to freshen up."

"Does this move you?"

"Actually, the glass I'm facing is reflective. I can see your expression of relief when you opened the door and saw me."

Of course Su Changqing still remembers that "The Embalmer" premiered in Cannes, and Adjani ran out halfway through the show. At that time, she thought she was emotionally stimulated by the scene.

"Your movie touched me, but it is a creative work after all. When I see your expression behind the scenes, I know that you are a truly loving and caring person."

This seems to be a bit over-interpreted. Su Changqing was more worried that she didn't like the subject of the movie and couldn't bear it and ran out, so she was relieved to see that no one was safe.

"It seems that you have discovered the beauty that I myself doubted."

"Everything about you is beautiful."

These words were a bit fanatical, Adjani put her red lips on her lips again as she spoke, and the two kissed and rolled together again.

Hanging out can be tiring sometimes.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Adjani's plane took off again, this time to Beijing.

Because all the way to the northeast, through the polar regions and to the Far East, we flew into darkness in two hours.

The three of them fell asleep for a while after taking off. When they woke up, Liu Yufei looked at the darkness outside and hummed softly: "Prosperity has fallen and I am haggard in the wind. When I look back, there is no heart and no rain. The Mingyue Building is lonely and there is no one to express my feelings."

…”

This is "Scent of Osmanthus in August". On the way from Venice to Paris, Su Changqing heard this song in his ears while he was half asleep and half awake.

"What are you singing?"

""The Fragrance of Osmanthus in August"."

"Why sing this?"
Chapter completed!