Chapter 311 Artist's Night Rain on Paris
Bill Akem Bridge is not far away.
The fine lights embellish the woman's eyebrows.
Cars are not accessible here, and the woman's goal is a block that can take a taxi not far away.
Treyron Ryukawa clearly remembered that at 7:28 there was a plane taking off from Paris Orly Airport, which was the last flight to Provence tonight.
"I'm so anxious to see me?"
After meeting, he never mentioned that he was looking for money on Gold Mountain and was anxious. Ryukawa Tsuki looked at the woman in front of him and raised his eyebrows. "Sir."
The slightly teasing title of "Sir" will not be used by anyone except Toru Ryukawa.
Masa Takeda watched him wipe the water droplets from the end of her hair.
said his heart, which was breathing slowly. "I won't call to confirm before I have an idiot visit. Do you have any clues about this? Mr. Ryukawa Tsuki."
One of them set off for Paris early in the morning, and the other one was almost at the door and didn't call.
The atmosphere became a little quiet, and Toro Ryukawa coughed and looked at the two Frenchmen not far away.
"What are you doing?"
Ryukawa raised his eyebrows.
He knew the blonde woman, an editor-in-chief who likes to smoke and drink.
But what happened to the French man with small braids and worried words on his face?
The man stopped under the eaves not far away, and wanted to come up to say hello and the expression on his face was a little embarrassed.
"Guess?"
The smile on Takeda Masashi suddenly felt a little teasing. She knew deeply that men would not cherish it without a sense of crisis.
Maugham once said that the greatest misfortune of a woman is that she will no longer be cute if she falls in love.
Seeing Ryukawa Tsuke's eyebrows became tighter and tighter, Takeda Masao walked towards her friend. "Suitor, you can understand this way."
As soon as Takeda Masao spoke, Ryukawa Toru's face turned black.
Ryugawa Toru's face turned darker, and the more Masao Takeda wanted to laugh.
So when the two walked to Anto Whiteman and Anne Elno, Xiaopengzi saw the junior girl who was smiling so happily for the first time.
Just like the cold moon shining on the lake, the gentle light makes the calm lake water ripples. "All the French are so rude?"
Looking at the French man he didn't know stared at Takeda Masashi, Ryugawa Toru's tone was a bit strange.
He stepped forward and greeted him without saying a word, but stared at Takeda Masashi.
Killed his senior and asked him to show the temperament of a French man.
Anne Elno coughed: "Let's find a place to sit first, Masashi will catch a cold."
Masashi Takeda's shoulders were covered with water droplets. Although it was not as wet, it was still a little cold when the wind blew.
"But the concert begins soon."
Masa Takeda frowned. She wanted to listen to the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra's concert.
Masa Takeda asked Anto Whiteman to propose to find a street clothing store, but Toru Ryukawa had already led the other party away.
He seemed not satisfied with the little braid staring at the woman, and even put a gray scarf on Takeda's head.
The scarf draped on a woman's head looks like a wedding dress. , Little Braid looked at Anne Elno blankly.
"Oriental."
Anne Elno looked at the very obedient Masao Takeda. "It's a bit macho."
Takusa Ryugawa looked at Masashi Takeda who was holding him away with a little strange.
Normally speaking, executives will not be able to leave after pulling.
"Telling you that having a suitor makes you feel a sense of crisis."
The executive seemed to see what Ryukawa Tsuke was thinking at first glance, and the woman raised her eyebrows at Ryukawa Tsuke with a smile.
"Listen to you outside is to give you face."
The Queen of Kotanshe is indeed satisfied with her vanity for a moment, but she has a headache when she looks at Masashi Takeda's arrogant Ryukawa Tsuku. "It's a bit annoying to be too smart."
Whether it's a wife or a director.
They all have their own skills in grasping men.
The wife is gentle and considerate, and the executive is giving a sweet date. Near Bill Akem Bridge, the carousel in front of the Eiffel Tower.
In the summer drizzle, the shadows of the huge iron pillars are reflected on the bridge deck, making people walking on the street feel very textured.
"Wait for me here for a while, I'll change my clothes and get off."
At the door of the White Horse Hotel, Takeda raised his chin and signaled Ryukawa Toru to wait for him in the restaurant next to him.
It's too late to listen to the concert now, and the two of them had the most meals nearby.
Anto Whiteman and Anne Elno also followed, and Toro Ryukawa nodded to Masao Takeda who was about to change his clothes.
The White Horse Hotel has its own light-food restaurant with night view of Paris.
On the banks of the Seine, there is a carousel with mechanical sounds in the distance.
For some reason, there was a carousel stand in front of the Eiffel Tower, and Anto Whiteman coughed and spoke to the man who suddenly appeared.
"Mr. Longchuan is a student?"
Tsuke Ryukawa is very young, looking seventeen or eighteen years old.
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Anto Whiteman didn't know what his relationship with his junior sister, just like he didn't know why Takeda Masashi smiled happily when he saw him.
When he was studying in the United States, he only saw Masao Takeda laugh once.
It was on the four-mile promenade in Western City, where two seagulls collided with each other because of her feeding.
The cold woman smiled with a different charm. At that moment, Anto Whiteman felt like she fell into the other party's beauty trap.
She is cold and strong, and has a strong sense of alienation.
However, Anto Whiteman insisted on pursuing her for more than ten years.
The long-term pursuit shows no hope, but the boy in front of him makes him feel very crisis.
His face was scattered, and he looked like the one with a pretty face.
Although he tried his best to tell himself that Masashi Takeda would never date a much smaller boy, Masashi Takeda smiled at the other person with a pleasure he had never seen before.
"Yes, student."
Ryukawa Tsuki sips the white wine, his expression a little bored.
He didn't know what the executive asked him to stay with these two people. It was good to chat with the two people at this time.
"Which professional?"
Anto Whiteman was not very familiar with the names of Orientals, and he didn't know that Ryukawa Tsuki was the one that Takeda Masashi asked in the concert hall.
He looked at Toru Ryukawa a little strong, and the boy raised his eyebrows.
"Art major."
Anto Whiteman's badge clearly states the Art Department of Sorbonne University, and Toro Ryukawa said casually.
"Fine Arts Major?"
Anto Whiteman was stunned.
"Sorbonne University has the best art students in Europe, and Mr. Longchuan can go and see it if you have the chance."
Anto Whiteman had a strong sense of taste as soon as he opened his mouth, and Toro Ryukawa raised his eyebrows.
"The best art student?"
Tokrokawa nodded his head.
"Then do you know how to give a speech?"
Anto Whiteman was stunned for not understanding why art students could give a speech.
"It's like this."
Tsuke Railongmura cleared his throat and was preparing to give a paragraph to the European guy on the European continent.
Old Europe is dead.
The Qingzheng tune has already played.
But his speech was not successful because the sound of tick high heels appeared from behind him.
The woman was wearing a burgundy dress, just like the princess who appeared at the end of the dance.
Tsuke Ryukawa watched her step by step on the melodious drum beats of the Golden Hall of Vienna and walked to the wine table step by step.
The woman is noble and cold, and the tassel earrings on the earlobes exude a gorgeous color.
She looked at Toru Ryugawa who was about to talk nonsense.
"Don't you help your girlfriend pull the chair?"
Takeda Masao raised her eyebrows at Ryukawa Toru.
"Art student?"
(This chapter ends)