CEO spoils me too much

And then again - love goes on, the serious injury index of single dogs can soar in a straight line.

From Ling Xiaohan's arms, Ji Qianchen takes a leisurely step to sit at the table.

"What about dinner?"

"Did I say to eat here?" Ling Xiaohan stood in place and shook his head at the stupid woman. He couldn't help chuckling.

"Say so." Ji Qianchen rubbed himself off the chair and exploded. He felt stupid. He sat down and waited for food. Unexpectedly, he sat on the wrong place.

"Come here." Ling Xiaohan raised his deep eyes, held out a hand and waited for her to come.

Ji Qianchen put his hand in the past, put it in the palm of his hand a second ago, swished back, "don't give it to me."

That's how proud she is.

Ling Xiaohan retracts his mocked palm, speeds up his pace, catches up with Ji Qianchen, and puts his arm around her waist. "Then put it."

"I'll go." Ji Qianchen only felt that his manual skills were very heavy. He wrapped her small waist around him and put it in his arms, tightly leaning against him.

This action is intimate and ambiguous, and the air is filled with the sour smell of love.

Out of the castle gate, rob has prepared the car, respectfully opened the door.

Ling Xiaohan hugs Ji Qianchen and sits up together.

Black Lincoln slowly leaves the castle.

Out of the window, the clouds pass, and the seagulls take off.

Ji Qianchen is holding the window and enjoying the beautiful evening scenery in the suburb of Paris.

"Young master, according to your order, I have sent someone to carry the drunk Miss Mu back. During this period, she will not disturb your honeymoon with the young lady." Rob drove the car carefully and reported some work achievements in the afternoon.

Carrying it back?

Ji Qianchen steals joy, turns his head and pats Ling Xiaohan on the shoulder, praises him mercilessly, "well done."

"Madame Musen."

Ling Xiao, Han Junmei, picks up the praise from Ji Qianchen.

"Don't be modest. Keep trying." Ji Qianchen's cunning smile shows a trace. Later, it seems that her husband will carry the banner.

Lingxiao cold lip light hook, light floating out of four words, "work together."

Ji Qianchen skimmed his mouth. Why does he always feel that every word from Ling Xiaohan's mouth has a different meaning.

Is it her illusion?

Lincoln drove them all the way to the center of Paris.

At the beginning of the Lantern Festival, the Champs Elysees is full of traffic and tourists like crucian carp.

Across the Arc de Triomphe, across the famous Concord square, the car stopped at the most prosperous street.

A jump off, Ji Qianchen will be fascinated by the city's prosperity.

a superb collection of beautiful things shopping mall, perfume world, high-end restaurants...

This is the heaven of the hand cutting party.

After biting his lower lip, Ji Qianchen has tried to get into the fashion shop to have a look.

"I'll go in and have a look at the clothes." Ji Qianchen's reason has been brainwashed by clothes and rushed to the store like a lost soul.

A hand from behind hooked her collar, forcefully dragged her back, "eat first."

"But I'm not hungry again."

How can I say I'm hungry now.

"Eat first."

When it comes to the second time, Ling Xiaohan's tone is sharp again. If you can get him to say it a third time.

She was almost carried away.

"Well, clothes don't grow feet anymore."

Ji Qianchen skimmed his mouth, compromised his equipment, and followed Ling Xiaohan into a high-end western restaurant.

The decoration of the restaurant is classic and elegant. The dim crystal light casts a little halo. The soothing classical music reverberates in the whole restaurant.

Find a seat and sit down to order.

Ji Qianchen made a mistake holding a French menu.

She's good at English, but she hasn't even touched this French.

Sitting on the opposite side, Ling Xiaohan looks down at the menu in his hand, looks down at it, and seriously thinks about something.

His eyelashes are surprisingly long, with natural curls. Against the dim yellow light, they spread a pure natural charm.

Ji Qianchen's eyes shifted from the menu to Ling Xiaohan's face.

An eagle's eyes swept, and a cat was caught.

"I look better than the menu?"

"That is, my husband is much better than this menu. Haha, so I won't look at this menu. I'll look at you." Ji Qianchen moves the menu to Ling Xiaohan's hand and blinks at him.

Ling Xiaohan shook his head and chuckled, picked up the menu and revealed a string of French fluently to the waiter waiting by.

After that, the waiter smiled and nodded, and took the menu away.

"Did you order mine? What's delicious? Do you have any special features? " Ji Qianchen asked, stretching his neck.

"Want to learn French?" Ling Xiaohan directly ignored her numerous questions and asked her instead."No, I've learned English for more than ten years, and I'll be old when I learn French for another ten years. You can see that this restaurant is fake. How can there be a high-end international restaurant with only French on the menu and no English?" Ji Qianchen thought, her English is good, and she doesn't need French.

“……” Ling Xiaohan's heart praised her clever words.

"Little lady, the owner of this restaurant is famous for his strange temper in this area. He can't learn English himself, and no one is allowed to enter the restaurant in English."

"Is the boss so domineering?" Ji Qianchen falls his glasses.

If she can't speak French, I'm afraid she hasn't had a meal here.

"Not really!" Rob nodded in agreement.

"Can you speak French, too?" Ji Qianchen is busy asking.

"If I could not even speak French, the young master would have driven me away."

Rob twisted a long face and asked qubaba to wait.

"Rob, you talk a little bit today." Ling Xiaohan glances at rob.

"That young master, young madam, you eat slowly. I'll wait for you downstairs."

Rob said and walked back.

When did you learn French? Didn't you come from the finance department when you were in college

"Can't the Department of Finance and economics minor in language?" Ling Xiaohan pushes a plate of French foie gras to Ji Qianchen.

Ji Qianchen felt that he had exposed his intelligence again.

He buried his head low and ate it with goose liver. He never spoke again.

After dinner, Ling Xiaohan accompanied her into a fashion shop.

In the store, the clothes are like mountains, the new autumn style with local characteristics, there are also fashionable and avant-garde stars of the same style.

Jiqianchen fingers these clothes from various designers, looking for inspiration.

Ling Xiaohan sits quietly in the sofa area, his legs folded, and he sits there lazily waiting for her to choose slowly.

"Miss, you are really discerning. Here you see are all the new models in our store. They are sold very well and are deeply loved by international customers." A French shopping guide introduced her in fluent English.