An Jingxing naturally wanted to go, but because she came out this time because this man had something to do, she never dared to say anything. But she didn't expect that Tang Qianrong would ask her if she was going.
But looking at him now... he must be no longer angry about what happened last night, right?
Feeling uneasy in his heart, An Jingxing still didn't dare to be too presumptuous. After careful consideration, he spoke cautiously.
"If...you don't have enough time, forget it. Well, it actually doesn't matter whether you look at it or not. There are also many street view pictures on Baidu."
However, this time, Tang Qianrong ignored her words.
After speaking a few words in French to the driver in front of them, they changed their route from the avenue in front of the Arc de Triomphe, passed the Seine River, and drove in the direction of the Eiffel Tower.
Tang Qianrong's car has a small barrier-free parking flag, so it is very convenient that no matter where he parks, he will not be towed away.
When we arrived at the square in front of the Iron Tower, although it was not the tourist season, there were still quite a lot of tourists visiting.
An Jingxing was wearing the clothes Tang Qianrong had prepared yesterday. Naturally, she didn't know how expensive these clothes were because she knew only a limited number of famous brands.
Wearing a Chanel suit, carrying a black backpack of the same brand, and a pair of black leather LV leather boots, her slender figure was a little taller, and her long hair was spread out casually.
There were no bangs, and the middle-parted hairstyle made her small oval face look even more delicate. Her eyes looked like two crescent moons when she smiled. As soon as she got out of the car, she attracted the attention of many blond and blue-eyed foreigners.
Some people even whistled at her enthusiastically, wanting to come and talk to her.
However, their excitement did not last long. Tang Qianrong stepped out from the other side of the car. Tang Qianrong was at least 188cm tall. Such a tall figure is also very conspicuous in Europe.
He was wearing a black suit, with long legs wearing a pair of handmade leather shoes of the same brand as An Jingxing. He strode to An Jingxing's side, and the next moment he stretched out his hand to hold hers.
Even An Jingxing didn't think there was anything wrong with such a natural movement. He held his hand with his backhand and followed him towards the direction of the iron tower.
When this scene fell into the eyes of other passers-by, they couldn't help but stop and take a second look, and then secretly sighed, what a perfect couple.
An Jingxing knew about the Eiffel Tower when she was very young, for no other reason than her mother had a one-to-one model of the Eiffel Tower, which she treasured very much.
At that time, An Jingxing's mother was already a little confused, but she still liked to play with the model. She often sat on the balcony with it for an entire afternoon without getting bored.
After that, An Jingxing went to the Internet to check out out of curiosity. There was a lot of information about the Eiffel Tower. The more she read, the more curious and yearning she became about this building.
"Do you want to take a photo?" This was the first time Tang Qianrong saw her smiling so happily, without any defense like a child. Maybe this is what she really looks like, maybe all of his waiting is just to see her like this.
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Thinking of this, the dark blue pupils couldn't help but feel gentle warmth.
"No, I'll just take a look." After her mother passed away, she had always dreamed of visiting this place one day.
