The morning sun is always so soft and full of vitality, and the earth it shines looks particularly vibrant.
The morning at Delacour Manor is as comfortable and peaceful as ever, except...
"Gabriel! Fleur!!" A loud roar came from the second floor, and then a flurry of footsteps was heard rushing from upstairs to downstairs.
"Giggle..." cheerful and clear laughter echoed throughout the manor, and then two beautiful figures, one big and one small, rushed out.
The two women look very similar, and both have flowing silver hair.
Her bigger eyebrows are as sharp as a knife, her pretty face is dotted with a pair of charming star eyes, her high nose bridge makes her a little more arrogant, and her two thin lips seem to add a touch of playfulness - this is a woman
A girl who makes people think of "beautiful" when they see her, even though she is still a girl.
The younger one is not so charming, but she still looks like a beauty, and when she grows up, she becomes a troubled beauty.
The older one and the younger one are none other than the two sisters Furong.
After the laughter, little Gabrielle asked worriedly: "Sister, my brother-in-law won't be angry, right?"
"No, it doesn't matter!" Furong knelt down and touched her sister's hair, "After all, he likes you the most!"
"Of course, Gabrielle is the cutest!" the little loli said with a grin.
"I know how beautiful I am at such a young age, so I'm not ashamed!" Furong smiled and pinched her sister's cheek.
"Humph! Isn't Gabrielle pretty?" The little Loli pouted dissatisfiedly, "Even my mother said so!"
Fleur shook her head in amusement upon hearing this. Just as she was about to say something, she heard Mrs. Delacour's shout from inside the room: "Dinner is ready!"
"Coming!" Furong responded loudly, took her sister's hand and walked towards the house.
At the dining table, Mr. Delacour was reading the newspaper. When he saw his daughters coming in, he smiled: "Were you naughty again just now? It's so early in the morning, go and piss off Weston!"
"Pfft!" Furong couldn't help but smile when she heard this. Her bright smile seemed to make the sun lose its color.
Even Mr. Delacour, who has long been accustomed to his daughter's beauty, still feels a sense of inexplicable pride. In his circle, his daughter's appearance is well-deserved to be the first. I don't know how many people heard this and wanted to
Marry him!
However, my son-in-law is not bad either!
Just when I thought of this, a sound of footsteps came from the stairs, and Weston's figure appeared in the sight of several people.
Black shoulder-length hair, fair skin, eyes as bright as shooting stars, thick eyebrows as sharp as swords, handsome face, and tall nose - what a handsome and outstanding young man!
"Good morning, Weston!" Mr. Delacour smiled and nodded.
"Good morning!" Weston responded, glared at Fleur slightly, walked to sit next to Gabrielle, put his big hand on the little loli's head, pretended to be vicious, and patted her gently.
, the smile on the corner of his mouth revealed his mood at this time.
"Okay, little guy, you use my body as a spring bed!" Weston said through gritted teeth.
"Brother-in-law -" Gabrielle protracted, holding Weston's clothes with both hands and shaking them gently, "My sister asked me to do it, please don't look for me, okay?"
Fleur on the side looked angry and amused, and couldn't help shouting: "Gabriel!"
"Ah, I'm going to find mom!" Gabrielle rolled her eyes, immediately jumped off the chair, bought short legs, and rushed to the kitchen.
Weston shook his head helplessly and glared at Fleur again.
However, Furong glared back without losing any of her composure, and even puffed up her already impressive chest in a demonstration.
Weston looked at her face, his eyes slid down, he sighed deeply, and shook his head slightly, with a look of regret on his face.
Furong's face turned pale with anger, and she subconsciously stretched out her pink fist, regardless of whether anyone else was present, and hit Weston hard.
"Fleur, what are you doing?" Mrs. Delacour's voice came over.
"Mom——, he bullied me!" Furong pouted and complained to her mother.
"Okay, if you hadn't bullied them first, would they have bullied you?" Mrs. Delacour said angrily. She was already used to this scene!
Ever since Weston came home without bringing a gift for Fleur three years ago, Fleur has been looking for trouble with Weston.
Who is Weston? After all, he was baptized by the Internet age in his previous life. Of course, he never suffered any losses. On the contrary, Fleur never benefited from it.
Every time Fleur suffered a loss, she would complain to Mrs. Delacour. Mrs. Delacour had long been used to it!
"Humph, it's like that again!" Furong muttered, but still behaved.
"Good morning, Weston, did you sleep well last night?" Mrs. Delacour greeted Weston with a smile. Three years of time did not leave any traces on her body, but made her
The ripe flavor is getting stronger day by day, like a large peach.
"Of course, this is obvious!" Weston shrugged lightly, "Nowhere is this relaxing like at home!"
Mrs. Delacour smiled happily after hearing this, and after a routine good morning kiss with Mr. Delacour, she sat next to Mr. Delacour.
Weston was in a good mood when he saw little Gabrielle secretly glancing at her sister. He knew what little Lolita was thinking, thought about it, and then stood up: "Sit here, Gabrielle."
"Okay, okay, thank you, brother-in-law!" Little Loli thanked her happily and sat down in Weston's seat, while Weston sat next to Fleur.
Furong snorted from her nose, but made no other movements.
Weston naturally knew about her arrogant temperament, so he pretended not to see it.
Breakfast is not a French breakfast, but fried dough sticks, preserved egg and lean meat porridge and steamed buns. Without asking, you know that this is Weston's handiwork. Since two years ago, on Mrs. Delacour's birthday, Weston personally made it
After the chef cooked a Chinese meal, the Delacour family's dining changed.
"By the way, have you made up your mind, Weston?" Mr. Delacour put a bun on his lover's plate and asked Weston, "The notice from Hogwarts has not arrived yet, are you still planning to do it?"
Wait?"
"Yes!" Weston nodded and filled a bowl of porridge for Fleur and Gabrielle.
"Why not go to Beauxbatons?" Fleur asked doubtfully, "This is the best school in France!"
"To be honest, Beauxbatons is indeed not bad, and Principal Maxim is also very powerful, but if I don't go to Hogwarts, I'm afraid my teacher will come over and discuss the Unforgivable Curse with me that day!" Wei
Stan smiled bitterly.
"Is your teacher..." Mr. Delacour suddenly understood and smiled, "Then you can make your own decision! Anyway, they are all one of the three famous schools, so you can go to any one!"
"Okay!" Weston nodded, "I guess the notice for Hogwarts should be arriving soon!"
"Look, it's here!" Weston looked out the window and signaled happily.
There, an owl was grabbing an envelope half the size of its own body and flying quickly towards this side...