Rebirth of the rich and famous

Chapter 243 The Trip to Paris
The bonfire was still on, and the party on the beach was still raucous.

Song Xiaoye carried her shoes and ran into the crowd with Qiao Xuan barefoot.

"Hey, is there any beer?"

"Yes!" The man standing in front of the beer barrel smiled and turned on the switch, poured two glasses of beer and handed them over, "Handsome guys and beautiful women are welcome to have a carnival with us..."

"A beauty here?" The man behind him poked his head out, his eyes fell on Song Xiaoye, and with an "ah", he pushed him away and squeezed over, "Hi, Oriental Barbie!"

"Oriental Barbie?!" Hearing the man's cry, someone turned his head to look over, saw Song Xiaoye clearly, and couldn't help whistling.

Because of this whistle, more people turned their heads to look over.Although they didn't all come together, they were still paying attention to this side from a distance.

Although being stared at by a group of people, Song Xiaoye has already practiced, "Oriental Barbie? I don't even know when I got such a nickname! Did you recognize the wrong person?"

The tall white youth laughed, "Don't you read the newspaper? That's what those reporters called you: Beautiful Barbie from Mysterious Things, her bright smile is like sunshine, dispelling the emptiness in your heart!"

The whistling man laughed, pushed his companion away, and stretched out his hand, "I've seen your film "Moonlight in the Dark Night", and you played really well! I like your personality—may I sign it for you? !"

"That's not my personality..." Song Xiaoye muttered, but still smiled and took the pen, and signed the word "Ye Xiao" on the man's shirt.

The man read the two Chinese characters flamboyantly and phoenix danced for a long time but couldn't understand them, so it was Song Xiaoye who pointed to them and read them to him word by word.

"Ye Xiao—Oriental Barbie! Oriental Barbie—Ye Xiao..."

Ye Xiao was dumbfounded by the whistling man, and Ye Xiao no longer went out of his way to correct them.

He joked a few more words, thanked them for the beer, and ran away barefoot with Qiao Xuan.

The sand squeezed into the toes, itching...

Song Xiaoye simply sat on the beach, crossed her legs, facing the sea, sniffing the tangy smell of the sea, couldn't help but roared "Ah——".

Frightened by her, Qiao Xuan looked at her, and finally showed a smile on his originally serious face.

Tilting her head, Song Xiaoye looked at him, "Why don't you ask?"

"Ask what?" As soon as she asked, Qiao Xuan straightened his face again, "What's there to ask! Isn't that shameless playboy trying to get his hands dirty? You should let me beat him hard , it’s best to beat him until he’s lying on the ground and can’t get up.”

Song Xiaoye looked at him with a smile, "Heinrich is a nobleman!"

"What's wrong with nobles? Can nobles play hooligans?! You shouldn't have stopped me just now..."

Seeing Qiao Xuan's angry appearance, Song Xiaoye was overjoyed, got up, and threw herself into Qiao Xuan's arms.

"Wine, wine, wine..." Qiao Xuan raised his hand, but the beer in his hand still spilled all over his body.

Song Xiaoye didn't pay any attention, just put her arms around his neck, and slapped his face heavily, "It's so funny that you look jealous and angry..."

"Yes, yes, I'm a clown..." Qiao Xuan muttered, but all his anger dissipated in this kiss.

Holding Song Xiaoye in his arms, afraid that she would fall, he frowned and said, "This Heinrich, don't see him in the future."

Song Xiaoye held back her laughter and raised her fist, "Did you forget that your girlfriend has learned kung fu? Don't worry, if he does anything wrong, I will definitely teach him a lesson for you."

After rolling her eyes, Qiao Xuan put his arms around her and said in a low voice, "I have to go back after the premiere of "Leadership" tomorrow. What about you? Do you want to stay here and wait for the closing ceremony?"

"Well," Song Xiaoye rolled her eyes and guessed Qiao Xuan's narrow-mindedness, "Tomorrow, after watching "Leadership", I will go to Paris with Sister Mei and Sister Hua. Go shopping in art museums. thing……"

Qiao Xuan was very satisfied with this answer. With a light kiss, he said generously, "I'll leave the credit card to you. If you buy something with my card, it's a gift from me."

"Really generous!"

As soon as Song Xiaoye said that, Qiao Xuan raised his eyebrows, "Ah, I forgot, you are a little rich woman, I shouldn't give you a gift, you should give me a gift..."

Seeing his angry little daughter-in-law's expression, Song Xiaoye laughed loudly, got up, and threw Qiao Xuan down heavily on the beach, giggling and fell beside him, pillowing his arms , looking up at the charming starlight overhead...

"I never thought I'd have a time like this..."

She murmured in a low voice, turned her face sideways, and looked at Qiao Xuan's eyes that were focused on her, her smile bloomed unconsciously, and even her eyes were filled with deep joy.

At that time, how could she have thought that she would get such a miracle?

When she was lying on the beach with her beloved one looking at the stars, when she was watching a new movie in a movie theater, when she was laughing with her friends on the streets of Paris, Song Xiaoye was a little dazed, and she felt that this life, even if it was just like this, was already gone. satisfy.

But, all of this is just the beginning, right?She will live a happier life and get more—people's desires are always like a tide, coming in wave after wave...

"Ye Xiao, I really want to see that copy of "Under the Moonlight"..."

Sitting in the open-air cafe in the Champs Elysees, Yang Qionghua couldn't help but let out another low sigh.

Although he had just visited the Musée d'Orsay, Yang Qionghua still felt a little regretful.

Ever since she finished watching "Moonlight in a Dark Night" and knew that "Under the Moonlight" was painted by Song Xiaoye, she has always wanted to see that painting with her own eyes.

"I heard that it was collected by Ye Ying, right?" Fang Mei asked, turned her head, and asked Liang Weirong again, "Is it?"

Wiping the corners of his mouth gracefully, Liang Weirong smiled with a gentlemanly demeanor, as if he wasn't the one who ate dessert like a cat just now.

"I heard it's in Sister Ying's apartment in Paris—but if you want to see that painting, you should have to see Ye Xiao!"

Song Xiaoye blinked and looked at the smiling Liang Weirong. No matter how he looked at it, he felt like he was being watched by a fox.

"You know that my relationship with Sister Ying is not too - good, good, don't look at me anymore, I'll call."

Resignedly dialing Ye Ying's phone, Song Xiaoye could still hear the three whispering "Oriental Bingdihua".

Parallel flowers? !She and Ye Ying?If it grows together, Ye Ying might go crazy and swallow her little flower.

"Hey, Sister Ying..." Shouting softly, Song Xiaoye rushed before Ye Ying's sarcasm, and begged, "Sister Ying, I just want to watch that copy of "Under the Moonlight", it won't take a lot of your time, really—— No one else, just Brother Rong, Sister Mei and Sister Hua—you know each other too..."

After taking two steps to the side, she lowered her voice, "Sister Ying, it's difficult to go out alone, but it's easy for a group of people to take care of each other..."

Although not too straightforward, it is not very cryptic.

It shouldn't be too easy for Ye Ying to be in Europe and the United States, and it's not unfavorable for her to make friends with Yang Qionghua, Liang Weirong, and Fang Mei, who also have certain influence in Europe and the United States.

Ye Ying on the other end of the phone suddenly laughed softly, "So you care about me so much and think of me!"

It's not without irony, but at the end, he still smiled and said, "Come if you want! Anyway, I don't have anything else to do right now."

Song Xiaoye was overjoyed, and after Ye Ying reported the address, she hurriedly dragged Liang Weirong and the three of them to fight over, fearing that Ye Ying would suddenly regret it again.

Although she is Chinese, Ye Ying's residence is not in the Chinatown in the 13th district, but in the Luxembourg district in the 6th district.The Gaulxembourg Park is very close, and the environment is elegant. There are many cinemas and theaters in the whole district, and it is also close to the 5th district known as the "Pantheon District", which has a strong cultural atmosphere.

Ye Ying's residence is a small three-story villa, which looks very old. It is hidden behind two five-story apartments. If you don't know the address, you will easily miss it.

The newly painted iron gate is very narrow, and the garden behind the iron gate also looks very small. At first glance, let alone Song Xiaoye’s new villa in BJ is much better than this house .

However, in the inner city of Paris, such a small villa with a garden and an ancient building costs at least more than 100 million euros in terms of value, which may be much more expensive than Song Xiaoye's new villa.

The small iron gate was not inserted, and a few people pushed open the iron gate and entered, their eyes immediately turned red.Those are roses, clumps, slices, blooming in full bloom, extremely gorgeous.

Looking up, on the balcony and on the roof, there are unknown climbing vine flowers, which are also bright red, which makes this ancient villa rekindle a beautiful scenery.

The narrow stone road is covered with moss and no one has cleaned it, but it shows a unique tranquility.

Behind the floor-to-ceiling stained art glass windows and the floor-to-ceiling screen windows, there are faint figures passing by.

Someone pushed open the door and came out with a smile, but it was Heidi whom I had seen in China before.

"Welcome, welcome, Sister Ying just said that you are coming soon."

After her, Ye Ying appeared in front of the door, without makeup, only wearing a loose white shirt, linen, not of any brand, but it looked very comfortable.

Leaning in front of the door, she nodded with a smile, and only greeted, "Please come in, the place is simple..."

"It's so simple, Sister Ying's home is like a small art gallery." Yang Qionghua boasted with a smile, looking around, she seemed to really like this old house.

Song Xiaoye turned her eyes and saw a bicycle leaning against an old tree in the corner on the grass in front of the house.Seeing that there is still a tracksuit on the handlebar, it is clear that it has been ridden before.

Somewhat surprised, she looked at Ye Ying, who was dressed casually and looked a lot more friendly, and couldn't help but think that Ye Ying in France and Ye Ying in China really looked very different.

Perhaps it was because she lived comfortably in France that she stayed in Paris?

Because it is made of stained glass, the light in the living room is very soft. Those mottled colors cast on the white wall make people feel that this not too big living room is like a fairy tale world.

"I had the glass when I bought the house, and some people say it's better to be brighter in the living room, but I just like the colorful feeling, although it's a bit dazzling..."

Ye Ying explained lightly, looking very peaceful.

This kind of Ye Ying is a bit unfamiliar, but Song Xiaoye thinks it is a good time, "Sister Ying, Sister Hua really wants to see that copy of "Under the Moonlight", can you..."

Looking at Ye Ying, she was looking forward to it, being careful, for fear that Ye Ying would embarrass her just like that...

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