80: Chapter 80 was very handsome, but unfortunately, he was a pervert

Chapter 80 was very handsome, but unfortunately, he was a pervert

Life in Colmar was really good. It was like a paradise outside the world. It was extraordinarily beautiful and peaceful. It was located in Alsace in the northeast of France, west of the Ir River, a tributary of the Rhine River, and east of Mount Vosges. It was one of the most romantic regions in the world, and was known as "Little Venice of France ". In particular, it was named after the canal and the flower boat. From the bridge, one could see the reflection of the boatman and the laundry in the water. The town was a vast pedestrian area composed of many irregular squares. The roads between the squares were interspersed with St. Martin's Church, the Human Head House, and the Castle of St. Leon... The Erhe River, a tributary of the Ir River, quietly flowed through the town. The river washed away the impetuous dust. The small bridge was flowing water, and the alley was faintly narrow, allowing the flat-bottomed boat to gently slide past. 2

The Grape Manor she was currently living in was the same as the other buildings. It was still built in the style of the 16th century. It was built from wood and had a multi-faceted roof. Every single one of them was a unique design with personal taste. They called it a wooden rib house. The wooden houses were lined Colmar each other, making the small city full of Alsace.

As a result, she had planned to stay in the Colmar for a long time. However, every time she contacted her family, Grandma and the others tried their best to persuade her to come back early. That was why they didn't dare to make such a decision. However, the return period was getting longer and longer.

The people Xie Luo had contacted her had been living with them for half a year. They were really cute. Not only were they cute, they were also very interesting, very romantic, very... It was admirable. They had the kind of freedom and freedom that she had always admired the most. They could happily do what they liked every day when they woke up. Who didn't want to live such a life?

Among them, one person was especially cute. However, when she was cute, she would sometimes feel a little troubled.

It was the season when the grapes were ripe, and there were many young men and women on the streets in the vineyard. Everyone gathered the grapes together, but they did not need to give too much commission. As long as they provided food and a chance to chat with each other, it was enough.

FuLangXiSi was the youngest son of the manor owner, and he was one of the people who had gone to the airport to greet the ZuoWeiYang. He seemed to be the most outgoing and outgoing person in their outgoing and outgoing family. Since the first day he ZuoWeiYang here, he had been very interested in this girl from the mysterious East. If he didn't come to see her a few times a day and said a few words, this day would be considered as a delicious day. In his own words, the moment he saw the ZuoWeiYang, it was as if he had seen the mysterious and moving charm of the Chinese civilization. He was a tiny spy, and he could not rest.

It had to be said that FuLangXiSi had probably given birth to the wrong child. Her liking for Chinese culture was far beyond ZuoWeiYang imagination. When she once painted a painting at the manor owner's banquet as a gift, FuLangXiSi eyes were almost straight. The next day, she took the painting from his father's hands and hid it as if it was a treasure. However, it was the rainy season at that time. After a while, he wanted to appreciate it again. The painting had already become a mess. He was so upset that he hadn't eaten for three days. He had to draw another painting for ZuoWeiYang to settle the matter.

Hearing his brothers say, FuLangXiSi ever since this child was a child, he had accidentally obtained a copy of the Chinese Mythical Story. From then on, he had started to like the mysterious East. From a young age, he had said that he would definitely marry an Eastern lady. ZuoWeiYang could hear the meaning behind his brothers' words and could n' t give him any response. He could only laugh.

ZuoWeiYang also joined the crowd in picking grapes. It was natural that FuLangXiSi would stick to her as soon as she saw her. His mouth did not stop for a second.

"Little Princess, are you tired? Why don' t we rest?"

ZuoWeiYang shook his head and seriously stood under the shelf to pick grapes:

"I'm not tired. If you' re tired, rest yourself. I think you've been talking for a long time. You should be tired."

"No, no, no, even the little princess doesn' t feel tired. How can I retreat first?"

He waved his hand in a serious manner. Seeing that ZuoWeiYang had changed places, he followed suit. It was clearly his own vineyard, but he was the laziest person in the entire manor.

"Then do you want some water?" "My little princess is made of the purest water."

FuLangXiSi a little princess, she said such sarcastic words without changing her expression. ZuoWeiYang suddenly felt that he was a little like Jia Baoyu in the Grand View Garden. A French Jia Baoyu who had grown up in a pile of men could not help but laugh.

However, it had to be said that in terms of appearance, that FuLangXiSi was indeed the most beautiful and exquisite among his brothers. His eyelashes were longer than those of a girl's. His eyes were as deep as those of a medieval vampire, but the two tiger teeth that were exposed with a smile softened all those high-level feelings. It didn't look like a merchant at all. Instead, it looked like an ancient noble. Even if he did n' t live in the castle anymore, he could still be recognized by ordinary people at a glance.

He was really handsome, but unfortunately, he was a pervert.

FuLangXiSi obsession with Chinese culture could be described as perverted.

Ever since he found out that ZuoWeiYang knew how to draw Chinese paintings, he had treated her as a goddess. He was so impressed that he couldn't stop asking about her.

Little Princess, what did you think of the Han Le Mansion's demise?

Little Princess, do you think Yuan Qingbai's vulgarity is really a form of demeaning?

Little Princess, what do you think is the reason why the Song Dynasty's retro thoughts are rising?

ZuoWeiYang was often asked if he was a Chinese and walked away silently. If ZuoSiLi could be half as good as him, he would have already surpassed Lan by now.

Perhaps FuLangXiSi really wasn't suitable to be a businessman. He should be a literary scholar, and he was the one who specialized in Chinese classical literature.

However, in reality, he was also fond of his own country's literature. Sometimes, when he was forced to communicate with him, he would read a few of his country's poems for comparison. First, he would read them in French and then translate them into Chinese. Language was really a magical thing. Using different languages with the same content could give people different feelings.

For example, when FuLangXiSi read Martin's "Lake" to her, the French was deep and hoarse, and the Chinese was quiet and affectionate.

"How many unfortunate people in the world are lamenting over their time.

Hurry up and help them

After walking for a long time, he washed away the endless bitterness.

Mo Guan, that happy person.

I bitterly begged for a long time, and time passed without listening.

He was only focused on sneaking around.

I even wanted to tell Liang Xiao:" Don' t rush into the sky."

Unfortunately, Dongfang Yishu!

How could a good night be wasted? Love was timely.

Cherish this precious daughter for a moment!

There was no end-result in life, and time was endless.

"We are a hundred generations of visitors."

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