you are sweet with honey

Chapter 65 Hey, I Like You (25)

Xianwei stayed in Zhang Yufan's room for more than an hour, and she also repeatedly practiced how to express Lin Xiangxiao's helplessness and the gorgeous transformation after the car accident.

An hour later, she received a call from Nan Yufeng. Nan Yufeng asked her if she wanted to go out for a stroll. It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the night view of Paris was beautiful.

Faced with Nan Yufeng's invitation, Xianwei did not refuse.Because Lin Xiangxiao likes to be happy, and Nan Yufeng is happy to see.Maybe staying with Nan Yufeng more often, the more she can find Lin Xiangxiao's shadow in herself.

Xianwei told Zhang Yufan about Nan Yufeng's invitation to go out, and then slipped back to the room.

Zhang Yufan felt a little disappointed, and invited Xianwei to go out for a walk, but Xianwei refused.Why did Xianwei agree so quickly to Nan Yufeng's invitation?Could it be that he is not handsome enough?
Xianwei returned to the room, changed into a set of clothes, and left the hotel with Nan Yufeng.

Zhang Yufan secretly followed, and he has a lot of fans in France.In order not to be recognized, he purposely wore four pairs of trousers and five coats to make himself look fat.

When walking towards the subway station, Xianwei shivered from the cold.She didn't expect the night in Paris to be so cold. If she knew it, she would have worn an extra coat.

"Is it cold?" Nan Yufeng noticed that Xianwei was shivering constantly, and while caring for her, he also took off his coat and put it on for Xianwei.

"It's okay." Xian Wei shook her head, then took Nan Yufeng's coat off her body and returned it to Nan Yufeng, "You can wear it yourself, don't catch a cold."

"I'm fine, you can wear it." Nan Yufeng took the coat domineeringly, and put it on again for Xianwei.

Then he stood on the side near the road and let Xianwei walk inside.Although it was just a small gesture, it warmed Xianwei's heart on this cold night.

Zhang Yufan watched from behind the whole time, his eyes were full of jealousy, he was wearing so many coats, he could take off any one for Xianwei.

After arriving at the subway station, Nan Yufeng and Xianwei took the subway to the Eiffel Tower.

There were not many people on the subway, but Nan Yufeng still used his body to protect Xianwei at all times, for fear that others would squeeze her.

A few blond women around greeted Nan Yufeng, and Nan Yufeng replied politely, and then ignored them.

Xianwei is like a little woman, enjoying being protected by Nan Yufeng, because this kind of feeling is really refreshing, no man has ever done this to her.

Zhang Yufan stood two meters away from them. Because he was fat and wearing a mask, no one recognized him. Even Xianwei and Nan Yufeng took a casual glance here, but they didn't recognize him. , but made Zhang Yufan nervous to death.

When Xianwei looked over, he was at a loss, turning around or pretending to be chatting with someone was very unnatural.

After arriving at the station, they got off the subway, walked out of the subway station, and walked forward for a while to the foot of the Eiffel Tower. There were many tourists waiting in line, and it took more than two hours to climb the tower.

When they were hesitating whether to line up, a Chinese tourist walked past Nan Yufeng with two cups of Coke. After recognizing Nan Yufeng, he started screaming wildly. The Coke in his hand was spilled because of her excitement. On hands and on the ground.

It turned out that she came with her boyfriend and had been queuing for more than an hour, and they would be there soon.

When he heard that Nan Yufeng was going to climb the tower to see the night view, he generously gave it up to them.

Nan Yufeng felt a little embarrassed at first, because they queued up for more than an hour just to climb the tower and overlook the whole of Paris, and he directly snatched away their chance as soon as he came.

In the end, the female fan said it was fine, as long as Nan Yufeng signed her autograph, she would be happier than climbing the Eiffel Tower a hundred times.

(End of this chapter)