Luo Xi looked up at him, looking at the starry sky in his eyes, which was mysterious and unpredictable.
She pouted and complained sweetly, "Pretending to be mysterious again."
Jing Mohao gently hooked his lips, picked her up and sat in the car, and buckled her seat belt unusually.
At the beginning of the day, the hustle and bustle of the day are abandoned.
The bright lights outline this beautiful city in its most exquisite appearance.
Each tall building stands with its most unique outline on the curtain of night, and the bustling street market They are also so quiet and intoxicating.
Luo Xi was immersed in the wonderful Paris streets outside the window.
Jing Mohao turned his head slightly and saw Luo Xi's drunken profile.
The strong smile hid the lingering silence.
At this moment, she was beside him, calm and beautiful.
At this moment, he really wanted to give her everything he could give her, but unfortunately, he couldn't give her anything.
Marriage can’t give it, and neither can children.
The bustling and romantic street scenes along the way enriched the silence between the two of them.
The car finally stopped in front of an antique castle that combined European classical architectural style and modern art atmosphere.
"We're here, get off the car."
Jing Mohao opened the car door first, quickly walked around the front of the car, walked to Luo Xi's side and opened her car door.
A hand with sharp bones appeared in front of Luo Xi.
Hey, what day is it today?
When did this man become a gentleman?
Luo Xi stared at the big palm in front of him and wondered.
A cold voice struck, "Luo Xi, you are asleep."
Luo Xi's fingers trembled when she unbuckled her seat belt, and she quickly put his hand on him.
If he angered him, he would be locked in the car and suffocated to death.
Jing Mohao pulled her out, wrapped her in his arms, and walked towards the castle.
The wind in late autumn carries a bit of coolness, which spreads on the skin like scattered ice beads, but some people, such as Luo Xi, just can't feel it.
Luo Xi hid in the man's arms.
His chest was particularly strong and his heartbeat was particularly strong.
She leaned her ear in front of him, feeling particularly at ease at this moment.
"Master Mo."
The waiter at the door took off his hat and bent down to salute Jing Mohao.
Jing Mohao nodded, held Luo Xi tightly and led her slowly upstairs.
Luo Xi looked at the interior European style decoration, with bronze tones, soft and warm, a unique French romance.
Jing Mohao took her directly into the private hall on the top floor.
Luo Xi looked at everything in front of him in surprise.
Apart from the waiter, there were no other guests in the vast hall on the top floor.
The surrounding arched three-dimensional carved glass created a hazy atmosphere.
In a romantic atmosphere, a floor-standing chandelier in the center illuminates the stage on one side of the hall, and a luxurious long table is firmly placed under the stage.
Every corner is decorated with various elegant furnishings, all exuding an atmosphere of luxury and grace.
Luo Xi suddenly tightened her waist and turned her gaze back to her eyes.
A handful of golden yellow roses suddenly appeared in front of her, with a light and elegant fragrance that hit her nostrils, making people feel relaxed and happy.
Where did such a large bouquet of flowers come from?
Could it be that Jing Mohao came down the stairs when he went upstairs?
Luo Xi looked up at the person holding the flowers, "Are they the flowers for me?"
Jing Mohao raised his eyebrows, "I don't like it."
Luo Xi quickly reached out and took her into her arms, "I like her very much."
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Jing Mohao took back his hand, clenched it into a fist at the corner of his mouth, coughed dryly, his eyes filled with smiles.
"Jing Mohao, why did you buy yellow roses?
Do you know that the flower language of yellow roses is apology?
Did you do something that you want to apologize to me?"
Luo Xi asked with her face raised
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