"Miss Yi, you were there just now...... Is it okay? The maid asked cautiously, she was so nervous just now that she lost her sense of proportion for a moment, and left Miss Yi and ran away, but fortunately Miss Yi stood here unscathed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She was scolded by the young master just now, if it weren't for the fact that she had never made a mistake in this manor for a few years, she would have been expelled.

Yi Qianyan looked at her strangely, she still had the face to ask?

She was almost swallowed by the beast!

It's scary to think about.

But to be a man, you must know how to be forgiving and forgiving, anyway, she is not missing arms or legs.

"It's okay, it's fine."

Yi Qianyan got up and walked back, and after eating the dinner prepared for her by the maid, she went back to her room early to sleep.

Lying on the snow-white bed, looking at the orange and yellow lights on the side, I didn't feel a trace of warmth.

In the early morning of the second day, Yi Qianyan got up early, pushed open the window, and the fresh air instantly penetrated the entire bedroom.

She took a deep breath, the air on the mountain is indeed not ordinarily fresh, the air is also mixed with the fragrance of trees and soil, the eyes are lush green mountains and forests, there is no trace of the hustle and bustle of the city, if there is no Dongfang Zijin, she thinks she will like this manor!

After a delicious breakfast, it was time for her to fly to France.

She went straight to the backyard, Dongfang Zijin's newly purchased flying machine was no longer here yesterday, leaving only a helicopter.

The helicopter was ready to take off at any time because it had received an order from Dongfang Zijin.

Yi Qianyan sat on the helicopter and saw the gradually smaller houses, and a trace of melancholy crossed her heart.

She didn't know what would happen when she went to France, France, a completely foreign country and a completely foreign city to her!

The helicopter just took her to the airport in City A, where she had to fly to Paris, France, where Dongfang Zijin is currently located.

She was joined on the plane by four sturdy bodyguards, who escorted her all the way to a castle in Paris, France, which was much larger than City A.

In France, there are many castles like the Oriental Zijin.

The castle looks not so far back when it was built, it looks like a behemoth occupying the mountainside, and below the mountain is a river that does not flow fast, and the water is clear.

Yi Qianyan sat in the car and crossed the river directly, entered the high white wall, and the car stopped after passing through the parking lot inside the beautifully carved gate.

The world inside the door is even more amazing, as if she has stepped into the fairy tale world described in the book. There are all kinds of flower-run bonsai that are full of greenery and vitality. There is also a musical fountain carved with a semi-.*** relief in the center, and the spring water is spewing out various fancy from the relief.

Exquisite, beautiful.

The water then gathers and flows through the garden, circulating repeatedly.

The whole building complex behind it is even more majestic and magnificent, with a strong artistic atmosphere. All kinds of large-scale figure reliefs that can be seen everywhere are the kind of men and women hugging or hugging, with a rich demeanor and a great style of the Garden of Eden.

Yi Qianyan walked into the hall and noticed that the relief style in the high hall had changed, the white walls, the window lattices, the door frames, and even the most conspicuous position in the hall were clover style reliefs.

There is a smart beauty in simplicity.

Due to the serious time and space difference between Yi Qianyan, she got off the plane and was obviously dizzy.

She was also greeted by a maid dressed neatly dressed in a maid's suit, but the maid became a Frenchman with blonde hair and a high nose.

She settled her in a room that was luxuriously decorated, but not ostentatious, with a strong contrast between black and white, and cold and hard lines.

Yi Qianyan knew at a glance that this should be Dongfang Zijin's usual room, and in the manor in City A, his room didn't seem so cold and avant-garde.

The bed was still as white as ever, Yi Qianyan was so tired that she didn't even bother to take a shower, she threw herself directly on the soft bed.

Even if the fire burned to the ass at this time, she would just have to sleep now......

She slept until it was dark, and she was woken up in a daze.

“@@@@@@@！”

The maid who woke her up spoke a word of authentic French, Yi Qianyan didn't understand a word, she opened her confused eyes, and watched the maid pick up a snow-white evening dress and gesture around.

Yi Qianyan suddenly remembered that Dongfang Zijin had said "There is a banquet tonight".

Could it be that he asked her to wear this dress to some banquet?

Yi Qianyan took the dress and frowned, why is it still white?

Didn't you know that she was coming to the Great Aunt?

And her big aunt is a bit much......

Yi Qianyan asked, "Are there any dresses of other colors?" ”

But it's like playing the piano to a cow.

Alas, the language is not understood, the chicken speaks with the duck!

Yi Qianyan gestured for a long time, and the maid shook her head for a long time, spread her hands for a long time, and didn't understand anything.

She tried to ask the others in the castle, but to no avail.

Who called her an idiot in English, French, or whatever! She is naturally insensitive to foreign languages.

Yi Qianyan rolled her eyes, and had to change into the snow-white French dress, she saw that the maid was anxiously gesturing, as if to say that there was not enough time!

As soon as Yi Qianyan changed her clothes, she was pushed out of the room by her.

Outside the castle, Dongfang Zijin was dressed in an orthodox French tuxedo trimmed with pure black gold thread, a white shirt with a delicate black bow tie, and black riding boots under white narrow trousers.

Dongfang Zijin's outfit is like a handsome prince who walked out of the European court in the 17th century.

He was half-leaning on a black Bentley, his hands folded in front of his chest, his black inky hair hanging uninhibitedly in front of his forehead, not messy or proper, his facial features were deep, and his blue eyes looked at the white figure that was gradually approaching at the gate.

His eyes narrowed slightly, full of scrutiny, and when Yi Qianyan stood in front of him restrainedly, a hint of surprise flashed in his blue eyes.

She was wearing an orthodox French low-cut white dress with a round neckline, and the design of pinching the waist made her delicate and tall figure, the layers of lace skirts were loose and unkempt, and her jade-like arms were holding the lace that was mopping the floor, and her expression was a little uneasy.

The dress was too restrictive, and she wasn't used to it.

Her snow-white slender jade neck was revealed under her high-coiled hair, Dongfang Zijin retracted her gaze, her expression was indifferent, and she slowly took out a beautiful black velvet gift box from the bag of her dress.

Open it.

A sparkling ruby necklace sits around her elegant neck.

"I don't want it! It's too precious! ”

Yi Qianyan frowned, he was so close to her, she could smell the faint smell of hormones on his body.

Dongfang Zijin leaned over and helped her put on the necklace.