"But there is a bed on the plane." Li Ziting glanced at her and said in a cold voice, "So, you don't have to be so disappointed."
"..."
Manna fell silent.
Who is disappointed!
Who is disappointed!
She is very reserved!
Li Ziting took out a tissue and wiped the blood on his fingertips, and walked downstairs step by step. The look in his eyes was much clearer.
"By the way, who is that whistleblower? Who did he come for?!"
In order to prove that he was an honorable man, Ganlu chased after him and brought the topic back to the whistleblower.
Li Ziting's movement of wiping his hands with a tissue is very elegant, as if he is wiping a piece of art, which is pleasing to the eye.
Hearing this, Li Ziting's dark eyes fixed, staring at the blood on his fingertips.
The black eyes moved slightly.
"Do you know the mobile phone number of the chef at home?" Li Ziting suddenly asked.
"Why did you ask for his number?"
"Ask for the recipe." Li Ziting replied indifferently and seriously.
"..."
Ganlu was following him, and when she heard this, she almost stumbled downstairs.
With his poor cooking skills, he still studies recipes?!
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That night, Li Ziting fully exerted the effect of the tonic soup on her.
As a result, when we arrived in France, Ganlu suffered from back pain, but Li Ziting was particularly refreshed...
The place to stay was a French-style villa owned by the Li family.
I had no time to appreciate the nectar, so I fell asleep completely.
The rose-red bed looks particularly romantic in the oversized bedroom...
Ganlu slept very comfortably in it, far away from China, far away from right and wrong, and the air here gave her the illusion of freedom...
Even dreams are sweet.
When I opened my sleepy eyes, I could smell the pleasant aroma of coffee.
Ganlu turned over on the big bed, lay down under the quilt and looked forward. The prince charming in her dream was standing in front of the window.
The white window lattice and transparent glass are separated into pieces. There are some ivy crawling sparsely on the windows outside, and the green leaves are fluttering in the wind...
Li Ziting stood in front of the heavy curtains, holding a coffee cup in his hand, thinking about something...
That slender figure...
That impeccable profile...
That temperament...
That line...
It is simply full of French style romance.
When she thought that Li Ziting was her fiancé, Gan Lu felt so happy that she almost died.
Suddenly, Li Ziting turned his head and looked at her with a pair of black eyes. His figure was backlit, as if in a dream, walking slowly towards her with light all over the ground...
Elegant, noble, solemn...
Putting the coffee cup aside, Li Ziting knelt on one knee beside her bed, grabbed her hand from the quilt with a slender hand, lowered his head and kissed her.
Like a loyal knight.
He stared at her lovingly with his dark eyes, and said in a seductive low voice, "My princess, get up and try on some clothes."
"..."
Oh my god.
Li Ziting, who has always been proud, knelt down with her and told her that she was a princess...
Ouch.
I haven’t woken up from this sweet dream yet.
It looked like she had to continue sleeping.
Ganlu decisively prepared to withdraw her hand and go back to sleep, when she felt a flashlight flash in the bedroom.
She was suddenly stunned.
She is particularly sensitive to flashing lights now.
As soon as Ganlu turned around, she saw a foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes standing at the door of the bedroom, holding an antique camera in his hand, and the shutter sound was very loud.
While Ganlu was wondering, Li Ziting had already let go of her hand and walked towards the foreigner, thanking him in English, "Thank you, Peter."