Mr.president, you are too gentle

Cheng shaozhao's eyes flashed a little gloomy, but then he covered it up and said as if nothing had happened: "this is what Claire told me. We should also take a chance. We can't see it every day."

Claire was a native Frenchman, and it was normal to know that he was so noisy. Fu Xiaoran didn't ask any more, but he still looked back at the rainbow and was very excited.

There is a gentle breeze blowing over, which makes people's hearts ripple with the wind. Fu Xiaoxiao looked at the gradually transparent rainbow and felt a little dim in his heart, but he was still happy to see such a scene.

The rainbow breeze, the bell tower and the beautiful man beside me are romantic and beautiful, just like a fairy tale. As soon as Fu Xiaoxiao looked back, he hit the warmth in Cheng shaozhao's eyes.

Almost for a moment, I want to think that I am the heroine of the TV play and can get the hero's wholehearted love.

Inexplicably in my mind, I remembered that Cheng shaozhao gave himself a strong and warm embrace in the elevator yesterday. The heartbeat in his chest still seemed to ring in his ear.

Fu Xiaoxiao's face turned red. She lowered her head and didn't want Cheng shaozhao to see her embarrassment. But Cheng shaozhao saw it. He was in a good mood. Cheng shaozhao didn't expose it.

"Come on, the rainbow is only a few minutes. The cafe on the back of the clock tower is a wonderful and emotional place."

After Cheng shaozhao finished, he turned around and left first. Let Fu Xiaoxiao have space to tidy up her reddish face. She hung her head and patted her disheartened face, and was busy following.

It was much easier to go down the stairs than to go up. They didn't spend much time in the so-called cafe.

The cafe is really opened on the back of the clock tower, and the geographical location is somewhat subtle. The sign in front of the door is just a simple wooden sign with a string of Chinese on it, the back of time.

The location of this house plate is subtle. If you don't look carefully, you really can't know that there is a cafe here. However, if you can drive in this position, the boss should not go to make money.

In a foreign country, Fu Xiaoxiao was slightly excited to see this familiar Chinese font. "How is it in Chinese?"

Cheng shaozhao turned his head sideways and looked into her eyes for obvious joy. The corner of his mouth inadvertently tilted. "There are many stores opened by French and Chinese people. Moreover, many French people will deliberately use Chinese to make house numbers in order to advocate Chinese culture."

It seems reasonable to say so. It's like Chinese shops often have English door numbers. After listening to this explanation, Fu Xiaoxiao doesn't worry about Chinese door numbers anymore.

Following Cheng shaozhao, he walked in. Unexpectedly, it was very dark. Only a few weak lights lit up carelessly. The outline of the cafe was simply illuminated, and there was no sunshine because of the bell tower.

Such darkness does not make people feel gloomy, but a little more comfortable. The decoration is really exquisite. Fu Xiaoxiao looks around and likes the devices here.

There were not many people in the shop, and their entry did not cause any change. The boss is still half sitting on the couch, shaking his body leisurely.