My peerless beauty school flower wife

Chapter 845 A Love That Is Constantly Cutting Out

The plane trees are really beautiful.Especially, in the late autumn, the leaves of the sycamore trees turned into a fiery glow, dyeing the sky red.

Ye Xuan took off his purple robe and put on a very suitable suit, which can be regarded as straight and straight, making Ye Xuan more handsome.

There was a faint smile on his face.

Immediately, he walked out of the Holy See, and many members of the Holy See were greeting him, and he nodded.

The legendary His Majesty the Pope is really young, only about 26 years old, but he has already become one of the most powerful people in France.

This is indeed admirable and admirable!
Of course, this young His Majesty the Pope has done several crazy things,

For example, overthrowing the imperial power.

However, the most impressive thing is that His Majesty the Pope cut off the spire of the Eiffel Tower with a knife.

Since then, the Eiffel Tower that many tourists have come to see can only be a tower without a spire, which is very embarrassing.

The chancellor has proposed repairing the spire.

But His Majesty the Emperor, who was also very young, said righteously: "That is the masterpiece of His Majesty the Pope, why should it be repaired?"

The chancellor had to give up.

Yes, this young His Majesty the Pope really has great power in France.

Even His Majesty the Emperor, when he saw His Majesty the Pope, would choose to bow his head to show his respect.

Needless to say.

If anyone asks who has the greatest power in France.

Then, out of ten people, nine people will answer "Your Majesty the Pope".

As for the other person, he might be a fool.

Otherwise, he would definitely answer "His Majesty the Pope".

His Majesty the Pope has great power, but he never likes to show his face in public.

All along, the person who appeared in front of the mass media was that poor Archbishop Elhui.

Probably because of this, many people still don't know what kind of young man the powerful Pope is and what he looks like.

But not knowing doesn't mean disrespecting.

After all, His Majesty the Pope still holds a very high status in the eyes of the French people.

……

After Ye Xuan left the Holy See, a red car picked him up.

When the wind of late autumn blows, there are bursts of coolness.

Ye Xuan opened the window, looking at the leaves that would wither and fall from time to time outside the window, he couldn't help showing a few chuckles on his face.

"what are you laughing at?"

The woman who was driving was dressed elegantly and had a noble and elegant demeanor. She turned her head and looked at Ye Xuan beside her, wondering.

"You can drive."

Ye Xuan chuckled again and said in surprise.

"Ha ha."

The woman who was driving had a wry smile on her face and explained, "I just got my driver's license."

"That's not bad."

Ye Xuan nodded, looked at the woman next to him with relief, and said, "Hong Ling, I want to go back to China."

"Ah."

It seems that she knew that one day, Hong Ling nodded lightly, still very gracefully, and said softly: "Since you are going back to China, I will not stay here anymore."

"You have been here with me for a year. I am very grateful and touched. But..."

Ye Xuan hesitated for a moment, put his hands behind his head, and stopped talking.

"You better stop talking. I'm already an adult, and I don't need you to teach me how to do things."

The expression on Hong Ling's face was much uglier, and she said in a deep voice: "She has lost her memory and is about to get engaged, are you so determined?"

"It's not dead set."

Ye Xuan shook his head seriously, and said: "A person will really like many people in his life. However, my heart is very small, and a small heart can only hold one person. Since that person is her, Then it can no longer be you."

After hearing this, Hong Ling was taken aback for a moment, and a few tears were wiped from those beautiful eyes.

"But don't forget, you are a cultivator. And she is just an ordinary person. After a hundred years, she will die, but you will still be alive. You still have a long, long way to go, and she can't accompany you to the end end of life."

Hong Ling's voice trembled a little, just like her delicate body, trembling uncontrollably, she argued.

"Then wait until a hundred years later."

Ye Xuan chuckled, closed his eyes slowly, and didn't say another word.

The emotional entanglements between men and women are sometimes like vines, there are always more or less entanglements between branches, and then they become chaotic.

But in emotional matters, no one is right or wrong.

In the past, Ye Xuan liked Tang Xiaorou, and Tang Xiaorou also liked Ye Xuan.

This is probably called mutual affection.

But now, Hong Ling likes Ye Xuan, but Ye Xuan doesn't like Hong Ling.

This is probably called unrequited love.

But in between, there is no right or wrong.

Whether it's mutual love or unrequited love, it's all worthy of respect.

After all, no one's relationship with anyone can be achieved overnight.

After getting along for a long time, the love that comes out of running-in is the real love!The love of small fights is called playing house, also called games.

Regarding what Ye Xuan said, Hong Ling was stunned for a long time before reacting.

She wiped away the crystal clear and sad tears from her eyes, and said reluctantly: "If a hundred years later, you haven't married me, then we will be together?"

"Alright."

Ye Xuan nodded.

A hundred years is enough for one person to forget another.

But Ye Xuan never thought that the "Ye Hao" he said today made Hong Ling wait for thousands of years.

The lifespan of a cultivator is very, very long.

But Hong Ling waited longer for Ye Xuan.

……

The cool breeze in late autumn hits in bursts.

Hong Ling parked the car in front of a restaurant.

Ye Xuan got off the car.

"This restaurant is the most famous restaurant in France, and you need to book a year in advance for normal meals."

Ye Xuan stood beside the car, listening to the discussion of some luxuriously dressed young masters.

"Book a year in advance?"

Ye Xuan wiped a few bitter smiles on his face.

It's a bit of nonsense to have to wait a year for a meal.

"They are right. The business of this restaurant is indeed very good. But, they only cook ten servings a day, which means that only ten people can eat the meals here every day."

After Hongling parked the car, she walked up to Ye Xuan and introduced her.

"So amazing?"

Ye Xuan frowned, with a puzzled look on his face, he said in surprise.

"This restaurant is very famous internationally. What do you think?"

Hong Ling threw the car keys to Ye Xuan and said, "Let's go! I've already made a reservation."

"A year earlier?"

Ye Xuan asked in surprise.

"of course not!"

Hong Ling smiled bitterly and explained: "Don't forget your identity, you are the Pope. If you want to eat here, you can definitely invite the chef here to the Holy See to cook for you .”

(End of this chapter)