696. Chapter 696 The Confession of a Foot-Picking Man 11
At that moment, it didn't matter even if the sky fell.
"Take care... I will never leave you again... I promise this will never happen again, don't worry..."
She couldn't hear what he was saying, but she just kissed him back crazily. At the happiest time, she felt that nothing mattered... The greatest happiness in this world is not money and wealth, fancy clothes, but
sense of security……
Only with a sufficient sense of security can we begin to talk about happiness.
When his big hand went down, he stopped, his breathing became alarmingly rapid, and the heat all over his body surged up. However, when he went down further, she suddenly held down his hand.
He immediately understood that she didn't even eat iced watermelon tonight - the situation was special and it was inconvenient for her.
He smiled bitterly, it was really uncomfortable to hold in the blazing flames, but he was not angry at all, he just hugged her and lay on the bed together.
After a while, my breathing slowly calmed down.
His big hand stroked her hair very softly, and his voice was extremely gentle: "Xixi, let's go out for a while. Let's go to Europe first, for more than a month. Didn't you say you wanted to stay in Paris for a while? I'll accompany you.
Go to the Palace of Versailles and the British Museum, there are many good things inside..."
The British Museum, the Palace of Versailles...countless collections of cultural relics.
I can't finish admiring it in a month.
Think about it, how desirable it is.
He was in high spirits: "Xixi, I have already asked someone to get all your passports. We can leave at any time. Let's do this, we will leave the day after tomorrow, no, tomorrow. If we have enough fun, I will accompany you.
Report to Harvard..."
She was just silent.
"Carefully..."
She slowly sat up in his arms.
He looked at her doubtfully, and then he realized that she was very simple: a T-shirt and jeans, with a bare face, except for a pair of dark and hazy eyes, with a heart-beating wave of light flowing around her.
She stood up and walked to the desk and handed over the car keys: "Please take care of this car."
He stared at her.
She explained patiently: "I used to need these props as show-off tools. But now I don't need them anymore, and I'm going to the United States. Isn't it a waste to leave such a good car idle for a few years?"
"It doesn't matter. I've prepared a car for you over there in Boston."
She laughed and shook her head: "No, you have to look like you are studying when you study. I think what Harvard students are comparing is not who drives a luxury car or who owns Hermès and wears Armani, right? They are students, right?"
, just compare your grades and homework."
Wang Donglin was speechless.
Before Liu Daqing returned to Switzerland, he had a private appointment with Yan Xixi.
When the taxi stopped at the door of the Wang family's old house, Liu Daqing stood at the door. Both parties were surprised.
Yan Xixi did not expect her to greet him in person; she also did not expect Yan Xixi to take a taxi.
She put it bluntly: "Where's the car? Why don't you drive it yourself?"
Yan Xixi also confessed frankly: "I'm leaving and want to get rid of the car. Besides, driving such a high-profile car is too ostentatious and inappropriate."
Liu Daqing's eyes were sharp, but he saw that she was no longer dressed up like the last two times. She was just wearing a simple white shirt and black skirt, but she was still young and beautiful.
A real beauty dares to be naked, even if she wears a sack, she is still beautiful.
Liu Daqing invited her in.
The food is very simple, but the tea is excellent Longjing, fragrant and fragrant.
