Peng Bo's schedule in France is very tight, which can be said to be calculated in hours. However, in such a tight schedule, Peng Bo specially set aside two days. Shi Jiao was very curious because the schedule for these two days was blank.
, there is no content, she asked, but Peng Bo smiled and did not answer.
When early in the morning, the sun shines on the grass, and the air seems to be filled with colorful elements, when Peng Bo appears in the hotel lobby dressed in casual clothes, a white casual shirt, and beige casual pants, Chen Feng knows that this
I'm going to escape again.
The last two times he escaped, one was in Xiangjiang, one was in Japan, and the other was in Thailand, but who will be accompanying him this time?
When the sports car stopped at the entrance of the lobby and the woman in a white shirt and jeans took off her sunglasses and waved at Peng Bo, Chen Feng felt that his heartbeat suddenly stopped!
He looked at the person coming, his eyes widened, this, this is the goddess in the hearts of all men!
But now, the goddess is kissing Peng Bo, and the two of them look very intimate. Oh, is this French etiquette? He also hopes to enjoy the same treatment, which is enough for him to brag for a lifetime.
"Donald, it's nice to see you in France. Welcome to France." The woman's voice was very emotional.
Peng Bo also kissed Sophie Marceau gently, "I have wanted to come here for a long time, but I have finally waited for this day."
The two of them got into the car affectionately while talking, and the car quickly left the hotel. Chen Feng couldn't help but get in the car, but his arm was pulled from the side.
"Are you stupid?" Zhuo Wei appeared as unknowingly as a ghost, "You really think you are a bodyguard of Ouchi. Have you purified yourself?"
"Go." Chen Feng and Zhuo Wei have a good relationship, and the two of them talk about meat and vegetables. "Isn't that father-in-law?"
Zhuo Wei smiled and dragged him inside, "Haven't you seen the Kangxi Dynasty? Huh?"
"Didn't the TV series starring Chen Mingdao just want to live another five hundred years?" Chen Feng said ignorantly, if he was like Mr. Peng, he really wanted to live another thousand years.
"That's a bastard," Zhuo Wei teased him again, "I'm asking about the TV series. You see, when the emperor is visiting the princess, the eldest brother has to take the initiative to pull the curtain. You don't have the eyesight to follow..."
Only then did Chen Feng react. He grabbed Zhuo Wei and said, "You are the eldest brother. Besides, Mr. Peng is not Kangxi. He is not the kind of casual person."
"Yeah, I know that too." Zhuo Wei smiled meaningfully.
"Director Shi, Director Qianyu, and anyone with a discerning eye can all see that they have such interest in Mr. Peng. What about Yasuko Sawaguchi, Su Minshan, Gong Li, Dong Qing... and Sa Ying, whose status is not bad, too?
Beauty, but have we, Mr. Peng, been tempted?" Chen Feng has always been with Peng Bo. He admires Peng Bo very much, and Zhao Lu often uses Peng Bo to educate him.
"Alas, the flower that explains the language, the flower that forgets the sorrow, but this time, he met Sophie Marceau..." Zhuo Wei seemed to be infinitely envious, but also seemed to understand very much, with a melancholy expression, which Chen Feng did not have.
seen.
The two were having a fight when they met someone they didn't want to meet. "Where's Mr. Peng?" Shi Jiao looked at the two men with strange expressions suspiciously.
Zhuo Wei suddenly laughed, "Ask the eldest brother."
"Big brother?" Shi Jiao wondered, "Who is the big brother?"
Chen Feng laughed and cursed, "Go away, you are the big brother... Mr. Shi and Mr. Peng went out alone, and I don't know where they went."
Shi Jiao's face immediately darkened, and then darkened. She said nothing, turned around and walked towards the room.
"Look, let me tell you." Zhuo Wei looked at Chen Feng. The two of them looked at Shi Jiao's back and couldn't tell what they were thinking.
…
When they were on the unicorn list, the two made an appointment to go skiing in the Alps, but Peng Bo never made the trip.
Peng Bo also visited France many times, but things were unlucky. Sophie Marceau was either filming or attending events, so she could never see her. However, this time, it seemed that God was merciful, and the two met smoothly.
Looking at Sophie Marceau driving next to her, and smelling the fragrance wafting from her nostrils, Peng Bo sighed secretly, and his heart surged.
You only have one life, but if you can grasp this time well, that's enough.
The car was speeding along the green boulevard in the suburbs. Although it was no longer the summer season outside the window, the wind blew in, and Peng Bo still thought of the old movie "The Spy of North Africa". At this time, he and Sophie Marceau,
Like Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman, free, casual, comfortable...
The car slowly stopped in front of a villa. The grass, sunshine, and trees were all so original and attractive. Entering the room, Sophie Marceau took off her shoes, "This is my home. Last month I
Just moved here."
Oh, Peng Bo knows that she got divorced this year and now lives alone.
It was very hot in the room, so Sophie Marceau put on a T-shirt, and underneath her shorts were two strong, slender, white legs.
"Try the coffee I brewed," the coffee tastes very strong, and the macarons she made are not overly sweet at all. You can feel the crispiness of the shell with the first bite, followed by the chocolate cream.
Soft and soft, the innermost jam flows on the tip of the tongue at the end.
Rich in layers, the slight bitterness of the chocolate will be resolved by the sweetness of the jam, leaving only a mouthful of flavor in your mouth.
"It's really delicious!" Peng Bo praised sincerely.
"In my last life, I once thought that a dream life would be to have breakfast in Hong Kong in the morning, drink coffee in Paris at noon, and have dinner with friends in New York in the evening..." He smiled and repeated the sentence to Sophie Marceau to Chen Feng
What to say.
Now the dream has long been realized, and the goddess is by my side. This is a dreamlike life!
This villa is located in the Nogent-sur-Seine district. It is located in a park. Although the interior of the room is very simple, the outside is full of green grass, dense vegetation, and the sound of birds and flowers.
In the past few days, I have been busy with various entertainments. When Sophie Marceau went to grill steaks in person, Peng Bo came to the balcony with coffee. He seemed not to be so sensitive to jet lag.
There are woods and rivers in the distance. Peng Bo feels very comfortable drinking coffee on such a terrace.
"Do you like it here?" Sophie Marceau also walked out, and the sun shone on her white skin, reflecting a charming halo.
"I like you." But, can I say that I like you more here and now?
When you are in your thirties, your youth has faded away, and it is the time when the fragrance is sweet and attractive, just like a ruddy and delicate rose, you can sniff it gently, or you can...
"You are the first guest to come to my house. I don't know why, but I want to take you home," Sophie Marceau shrugged. "I feel that this is the best. Maybe this is God's arrangement."
She gently leaned down, oh, the goddess's curves are so perfect...
She was holding coffee in both hands. Suddenly she looked up at Peng Bo, with a charming smile on her lips.
The unique fragrance intertwined with daytime dreams made Peng Bo's heart tremble. Sophie Marceau was also watching him. Her eyes were like black holes. Peng Bo felt that he was unable to resist...