The beautiful and sexy French woman walked up to Chen Yang and winked at Chen Yang. There was a tiny red mole in the corner of her eye, which gave her a different kind of temptation.
A racing technician sitting next to him involuntarily gave up his seat, and the French woman sat next to Chen Yang, resting her chin on her palm and looking at Chen Yang with a smile.
When everyone saw this, they were extremely jealous of Chen Yang.
You are just handsome, but why would a French woman take the initiative to drink with you? This is so unfair.
Chen Yang looked at the French woman, smiled and said, "Have we met somewhere?"
What a clichéd opening statement, everyone looked down upon him.
The French woman blinked at Chen Yang: "My name is Veronica. I can tell you for sure that I have never seen you. Maybe in the eyes of you Chinese people, we French women all look the same."
"How do you know I'm Chinese?"
Chen Yang shook the wine glass in his hand and asked with a smile.
Veronica said: "Because I can speak Chinese."
She did not use French for this sentence, but Chinese. Although she had a slight accent, her pronunciation was still relatively standard.
"In that case, can I understand that I had an affair in France?"
Chen Yang smiled at Veronica, then snapped his fingers at the waiter standing next to him: "Waiter, here's a colorful cup."
"Yes, sir."
The waiter nodded and soon served a cup of "Colorful".
Qicai is very special. It is a mixture of seven kinds of wine, with seven colors, but more than seven flavors.
Depending on the degree of stirring and the order in which the wine is mixed, this glass of wine will have a completely different taste. Even after drinking, the taste will be different if it is stirred and mixed again.
Chen Yang took the colorful gift from the waiter, but he did not give it to Veronica.
He stood up and said to Veronica: "Madam, do you mind chatting with me alone?"
"Of course no problem."
Veronica flirted with her long waves sexyly and gave Chen Yang a wink.
Holding his own wine in his left hand and the colorful cup in his right hand, Chen Yang walked into an alley next to the tavern. Veronica followed slowly with a charming smile on her lips.
"Damn it, Chen Yang is too fierce. We just met this woman for the first time and he is going to have a wild fight with this woman in the alleyway?"
"Awesome, that woman has such a great figure, he is really enjoying it."
"Old driver, a proper old driver."
Nie Yichen's racing service team now admires Chen Yang even more, and of course, even more, they envy him.
However, Nie Yichen frowned and looked at the alley with an unhappy face, wanting to see what happened to Chen Yang and Veronica. Unfortunately, she could only see the rusty iron at the corner.
Fire stairs.
The street where the tavern is located was built in the seventeenth century and is not wide.
After Chen and Yang turned into an alley, they were almost isolated from the outside world and could not hear too many sounds.
He turned his back to Veronica, turned around slowly, swallowed both glasses of wine in his hands, threw the glasses to the corner, grabbed Veronica's hand, and pulled it in hard.
into his arms.
Veronica is very tall, about 1.75 meters tall. Her whole body is pressed against Chen Yang's body, and the tips of their noses are almost touching.
The fullness of her chest pressed tightly against Chen Yang's chest, squeezing it out of shape.
Veronica stared at Chen Yang who was close at hand, with a charming smile on her lips. She leaned her head over, blew into Chen Yang's ear, and whispered: "Are you so anxious?"
"It seems you are more anxious than me."
Chen Yang kissed Veronica's earlobe, causing the woman in his arms to tremble slightly. She leaned forward and leaned closer, almost lying in Chen Yang's arms.
He grabbed Veronica's slender waist, picked her up, turned her around, and leaned the woman against a wall, with her forehead on her head and looking into her dark blue eyes: "
You are beautiful."
"Thanks."
Veronica smiled, put her arms around Chen Yang's neck, and blinked: "Hurry up, I can't wait any longer."
"Really? You are really a bad woman."
Chen Yang's right hand roamed over the woman's body, causing her to gasp and her voice was low, like a suppressed female animal.
Looking at the rosy-colored woman with blurred eyes in his arms, Chen Yang showed a deep smile on his lips and said softly: "You haven't seen me for three years. Do you miss me very much?"
Veronica didn't respond. She looked at Chen Yang with misty eyes and asked doubtfully: "What are you talking about? Did we meet in Paris three years ago?"
Chen Yang stopped what he was doing and leaned into the woman's ear: "We have never met in Paris, but we have left our footprints in Munich, London, and Los Angeles."
"I don't understand what you are talking about. Did you recognize the wrong person?"
Veronica took Chen Yang's hand and put it on her body. She was like a woman seeking pleasure in urgent need of caressing.
Chen Yang smiled: "You speak Chinese well. Have you studied hard in the past few years?"
"Of course, I plan to visit China in the future."
Veronica replied, looking at Chen Yang who was smiling, with a sullen look on his face, and scolded: "If you say such things at such a wonderful moment, it will ruin the atmosphere."
"Okay, then I'll continue."
Chen Yang shrugged, and the next moment, she lifted up the woman's skirt, revealing her long white legs and sexy panties underneath.
The woman's body trembled, her eyes showed excitement, and...
alert.
Seeing this, Chen Yang sniffed the woman's neck and said, "You still smell so good. No matter how you disguise it, I will never forget this smell."
"camouflage?"
The woman frowned: "Are you Chinese men so uninteresting? Saying weird things will only ruin the atmosphere at the moment."
"As a German, your French is already very good, and your disguise is basically passable. But the smell of your body, your gait, your figure, and your touch, I
It is impossible for me to admit my mistake in my life."
"Karla, long time no see."
After Chen Yang said these last words, a look of panic finally flashed across Veronica's face.
She smiled and said: "Who is Karla? Does she look like me?"
While speaking, Veronica suddenly raised her hand and waved towards Chen Yang. She saw that she was holding a bright and sharp knife in her hand, which reflected the metallic luster under the dim light of the night.
"The first thing you do when you see me is to kill me? That will make me very sad."
Chen Yang shook his head, turned to one side, grabbed Veronica's wrist, and snatched it away.