Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

As soon as anjingxing got on the bus, Tang qianrong took out a black paper bag with high-end and atmospheric French letters from the rear seat. She didn't understand it. When she opened it, it was a simple skirt.

"Change your clothes."

He said faintly, but he didn't mean to avoid at all.

An Jingxing was a little embarrassed. He just wanted to refuse, but the other party had closed his eyes, leaned against the seat and didn't look at her. The back of the car is separated from the driver's seat. The driver can't see the back seat at all, so she has nothing to worry about.

Although the clothes on her body were a little dry, they did not look good with coffee stains. On this thought, she bit her teeth and confirmed that the man's eyes were indeed closed. Then she picked up the dress and put it on her body.

However, just as anjingxing dragged down his T-shirt, Tang qianrong, who had closed his eyes, slowly opened his closed eyes. His cold vision slipped over the woman's slender waist and immediately wiped a flash of fire.

Anjinghang felt chilly all over. He took off his T-shirt and just wanted to take off his pants, but on second thought, he hesitated. He took out the dress and put it on his body, and finally took off his pants.

When she changed them all, she was relieved to see that Tang qianrong's eyes were still closed. She whispered, "I changed them."

As soon as the voice fell, Tang qianrong opened his eyes and didn't look at her. He just took the paper bag with dirty clothes in her hand and opened the window. Outside the window stood a man in uniform, like an airport attendant.

Seeing Tang qianrong's face, he was surprised and respectfully came forward.

Tang qianrong did not look at him, but threw the paper bag in his hand into his arms and said two words in French. An Jingxing couldn't understand it, but he saw a sudden change in the face of the attendant, and suddenly bowed down as if he were apologizing to him.

But Tang qianrong didn't look at him. He closed the window and said something to the driver.

The car started.

An Jingxing knew that maybe it was because the stewardess soiled her clothes, but she didn't know that the stewardess who soiled her clothes that day had no chance to fly since then.

There was no other reason, but Tang qianrong's oil industry had a straight-line connection with oli airlines. The other party was frightened when they heard gene's name, although Tang qianrong didn't directly ask them to deal with the stewardess.

But the other party did not dare to let the stewardess who offended gene continue to fly, so he simply resigned and never allowed her to enter his own airline again.

Of course, these are later words.

An Jingxing followed Tang qianrong to leave oli airport. He thought he would take him to a hotel for a night.

Unexpectedly, the driver drove this windy Cadillac into the bustling traffic flow of Paris, twists and turns, and unexpectedly came to the front of a villa.

Anjing bank is not familiar with Paris, let alone the most luxurious Regal villa on the Seine River.

As soon as he got off the bus, an Jingxing saw a woman in a silk cloak standing in front of the mahogany gate full of European gorgeous reliefs.

The woman has black hair and slim body. The dark green skirt is fishtail style, and a pair of high-heeled shoes are simply matched, but she wears a star like temperament.

It's hard to see.