Gu Xuewei wanted to ask, but Wen Jiayan had already pulled Wen Wan away.

Wen Wan said disapprovingly: "Why do you give Carmen's clothes to Gu Xuewei, it's not good." ”

"Cut, what's wrong, who asked her to pit me. ”

"Huh?"

"Stupid, aren't you very shrewd when you deal with me, how can you be cowardly against Gu Xuewei. ”

Wen Wan's head was full of black lines floating, "You obviously had to deal with me before, right?"

Wen Jiayan glanced at her with disgust, "Cut." But the clothes are dead, the people are alive, she doesn't want to wear Carmen, she can take it off. ”

Wen Jiayan pulled Wen Wan up and stepped onto the elevator, not giving her any chance to go back to make amends.

Wen Wan looked through the transparent elevator door and saw Gu Xuewei silently taking off her down jacket and continuing to stand in place with thin clothes. sighed: "Why should women be embarrassed by women!"

"Hypocritical, gentle, don't blame me for being an aunt's mouth, Gu Xuewei is not a prosperous white lotus, be careful that she robs your Mrs. Zhuang's position." ”

"If a man wants to rob him, how can I keep him. Let it be. ”

"Cut!" Wen Jiayan said angrily. "Forget it, I'll keep an eye on it for you. ”

Wen Jiayan is a senior vixen, Gu Xuewei's thoughts, she can see through it at a glance. Wen Wan is not without feelings, but the key point of this matter originally depends on Zhuang Beichen. He was worried about Gu Xuewei in his heart, and it was useless for her to tie him to the waistband of his trousers. It's better to be open and do your part.

Gu Xuewei was trembling in the hall, and after waiting for another half an hour, the assistant finally came panting with her luggage.

"I'm sorry, Alice, I sent a piece of luggage to the wrong conveyor belt, and it took me a little longer. ”

The assistant's name is You Xiang, a very good-looking, tall young girl, standing with Gu Xuewei, one as thin as lightning and the other as strong as a hill, in stark contrast.

It was Gu Xuewei's assistant who Zhu Xinzhe specially helped her find after returning to China, graduated from H City Foreign Chinese Chinese College, and was proficient in English, French and Japanese. Intelligent, competent and considerate.

You Xiang saw that she was wearing thin clothes, but she didn't wear a down jacket in her hand. Knowing that there was something wrong with the garment, he took it and took a Pikan shoulder from the box and put it on her.

"Alice, whose clothes are you, give it to me, and I'll return it later. ”

"Wen Jiayan's. ”

You Xiang glanced at the logo of the clothes and smiled: "She is also kind." ”

Gu Xuewei smiled and said half-truthfully: "Yes, kind!"

You Xiang saw that there were no more people around Xinmei who planned it, and frowned slightly, "It's gone so soon, so it seems that the clothes on the catwalk are not picked up." Alice, why don't you go back first, and I'll pick up my clothes and come back to you later. ”

"No, Wen Wan has already arranged for someone to pick up the goods, and they will be delivered directly to my studio in France. ”

"That's good. You Xiang relaxed, "Then should we go to your apartment now, or go to the hotel prepared by the organizing committee." ”

"Go to the houses. It's close to the venue. ”

As the two spoke, the accompanying photographer also came, Gu Xuewei took out her sunglasses and walked out of the airport with full aura. The drivers of the families were already waiting at the door, and the group went to the villa in the seventh district.

Wen Wan originally planned to take a bus back to the hotel with Wen Jiayan and Gao Qin.

Don't want to Yan Xiu drove a Maybach and stopped at her feet. Zhuang Beichen took off his sunglasses, raised his eyebrows and said, "Get in the car!"

The rich boy just has a lot of problems.

Wen Wan complained secretly, and then reluctantly got into his luxury car.

The roads in Paris were not much smoother than those in H, and the car moved very slowly, and it took two hours to stop in front of a garden villa.

Wen Wan was puzzled, "This is not a hotel. ”

Zhuang Beichen grabbed her waist and walked in, "Do you think you still need to stay in a hotel when you go to France?"

"Stinky fart!"

Give a little color and it will be brilliant, probably talking about people like Zhuang Beichen.

Wen Wan ignored him lazily, and was about to walk to the villa, when a pretty female voice suddenly came: "Hey, you have just arrived." We've been there a little later than you. ”

Wen Wan turned her head to look, and it was Gu Xuewei standing in the courtyard of the villa next door.

She has changed her outfit, still wearing a long skirt in the national style, with white wool strips on the collar and cuffs, and a vest, she is delicate like a national girl from the plateau.

"Why are you here?" Zhuang Beichen asked with a slight frown.

Gu Xuewei smiled, "Ah Zhe arranged it." Okay, you guys just got a lot of stuff to tidy up, and I'm going to go to the studio and see you later. ”

She turned around gracefully, and suddenly turned around when she arrived at the gate, "Wen Wan, I originally said that I was going to invite you to a big dinner, but it is estimated that it will be too late today, and tomorrow, you must make time for it." See you soon!"

After saying that, I got into the nanny car at the door and left.

"Ah Zhe and I met in college, and when we bought a house, there happened to be two adjacent buildings, so we bought them together. ”

"Oh. "Gentle and sullen.

The villa is a typical French style, and the interior decoration is also quite stylish, with famous paintings and art ornaments hanging in a patchwork.

The floor is covered with a thick carpet with intricate patterns, and the household items are not stained, which shows that someone is cleaning them full-time.

"The room was on the second floor, turn left for the second room. I'll go out first, if you're tired, take a nap first, your schedule is backed up, and he'll help you in the next few days. ”

Zhuang Beichen left in a hurry after explaining.

Wen Wan couldn't help but wonder if he had gone to find Gu Xuewei. He shook his head and pushed the thought out of his head.

She scolded herself in annoyance: Wen Wan, you are really hopeless.

"Madam, can you take your luggage first?"

"Yan Xiu, I've told you, don't call me Mrs., I feel a lot older. Why don't you call me Sister Wen like Xiao Lin. ”

Yan Xiu smiled, "That's not good, I'm a few years older than you." ”

"Then call me gentle. Anyway, don't call Mrs. again!"

Wen Wan felt that the title of Mrs. Zhuang was too harsh.

"Okay. ”

Yan Xiu put down his luggage and said, "Then I'll go to the hotel first, and I'll take care of the work for you." ”

When Zhuang Beichen said this just now, Wen Wan wanted to refuse, but when she heard him say this, she disagreed even more, "No need, how can you do things at work, you are Zhuang Beichen's assistant, and you are not an employee of Xinmei's planning." ”

"Having said that, but I am more familiar with France than you, I have read the planning book and the process this time, it is not complicated, you can rest assured that I will leave it to me. ”

"What's so embarrassing?"

"If you don't want to go, or ask Mr. Zhuang to wrap me a big red envelope. Okay, I'll go first. You can rest first. ”

is gentle and kind, and Yan Xiu speaks more casually in front of her.

After Yan Xiu left, she was the only one in the Nuoda Villa. She slept all the way on the plane and felt more refreshed after taking a shower.

The villa has underfloor heating, the temperature is suitable, and it is very comfortable. Nothing to do, just to admire the decoration in the villa.

She walked barefoot slowly through the carved hallway to a large study. Zhuang Beichen loves to read, and usually likes to hold a book to read when he is okay at home, whether it is in Yunshuixuan or in the old house of the Zhuang family, he has a study.

And the study room in this room is even more outrageously large, occupying almost half of the second floor, like a small library.

Wen Wan smacked her tongue secretly, this is the highest state of pretending.

She had browsed through the bibliography, most of which were books on the history of art, and there were also some famous artists. She stepped up the stairs and pulled out a copy of Maupassant's from the top floor.

Unexpectedly, there were handwritten notes in the book, and a few other books were randomly selected, and they also had notes.

I can't have read so many books, right?

Wen Wan's mouth opened wide in astonishment, enough to stuff an egg. She walked over to the other bookshelves, and sure enough, most of them had notes. I didn't expect Zhuang Beichen to be a scholar. It's a pity that with such a large amount of reading, what I read is also a scumbag. It seems that the quality of a person has little to do with the amount of study and the level of education.

Thinking so, Wen Wan put the book back to the cloud, took a book in English and sat on the ground to read it. In fact, most of the books here are in French, and the few books in Chinese are also professional books, only in English.

Her English is only fluent in oral communication, and it does not reach the level of literary literacy, so she cannot grasp the deeper meaning when she reads it.

I was a little interested, and after reading it for a while, I stuffed the book back.

I don't know if the book is too dense, or if it is not put away, the book can't be put in. She put it down and wanted to sort it out on the side, when she suddenly touched a hard box in her hand, and when she opened it, it turned out to be a small-caliber pistol.

With a shake of Wen Wan's frightened hand, the gun fell to the ground, glowing with a black glow in the light.

Citizens in France are allowed to own small-caliber firearms, provided that they are trained in shooting, have various certificates, and undergo regular inspections.

She made up her mind, picked up the gun and the box, and was about to put it back on, when she suddenly saw the photo in the lid of the box, which turned out to be the policeman's.

Wen Wan stared at the person in the photo, could it be that this gun belonged to the policeman? What does he have to do with Zhuang Beichen, why is there a photo of him in his study?

Wen Wan returned to the bedroom and compared the photo that the detective had in the original clip, it was indeed the same person, but this photo looked younger, with bright eyes and heroic spirit.

Who are you? Where are you?

It's a pity that he was too young to even remember his name.

Wen Wan put the photo and gun back in their place, and returned to the room in frustration. I have been lonely for so long, and whenever I see something related to my relatives, I will inevitably look forward to it, and the more I look forward to it, the more I lose, like a labyrinth that can't find an exit.

It wasn't until late that Zhuang Beichen didn't come back. Wen Wan didn't have a jet lag, she was obviously very wanted, but she couldn't sleep, and she heard the sound of a car coming outside in a daze.

She got up quickly and looked out the window, it turned out that Gu Xuewei was back. Her steps were very hasty, and she staggered into the courtyard, and after a while, a blonde-skinned man got out of the car, pestering Gu Xuewei. It seems that Gu Xuewei is not happy, and she keeps struggling, but she can't break free from the tall man.

The man hugged Gu Xuewei tightly and tried to kiss her forcibly. The movement of the two was very noisy, they spoke French, but without listening to the specific content, you can guess that it was the unintentional emotional entanglement of Lang You's concubine.

Wen Wan had no intention of interfering in people's private affairs, but seeing that Gu Xuewei was struggling more and more, the man became more and more rough and violent. It seems to be more than just an emotional entanglement, but more like a hooliganism. If you look closely at the man's dress, the suit is crumpled and his hair is a little messy, and he doesn't look like a decent person.

Don't be a hooligan!

Wen Wan put on a thick coat, rushed downstairs, and when she passed through the courtyard, she took a flower hoe and ran out.

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