Chapter 612, Hold the Wrong Thing!

Paris. Via Sant'Ancia.

The night was deep, and there was no sound around it.

A dark figure stood under a camphor tree on the side of the road, looking at a European-style villa facing him for a long time.

After hesitating for a long time, as if he had finally made up his mind, he suddenly stood on tiptoe and quickly rushed to the corner of the villa.

He climbed the wall with both hands, jumped several times, and climbed to the window on the second floor.

He is as clever as a fox and moves like a rabbit.

The action is so skillful and fast, and the professional thieves in TV and movies are not as professional as him.

There is a big difference between the houses in France and the houses in China, and every house in China will be equipped with anti-theft windows and anti-theft nets, and each house is like a large and small iron cage. French houses rarely install burglar-proof windows, and I don't know if they have a worse sense of security or better security.

Standing on the windowsill, the shadow pulled a knife out of his pocket and poked it lightly between the cracks in the glass, and then he pushed open the two glasses that had been bitten together.

He jumped into the room and stood behind the thick curtains and listened quietly.

There is a breathing sound, and depending on the breathing rate and the thickness of the voice, it can be determined that it is a woman's voice.

Woman. One.

Of course, the reason why the dark shadow chose this window was also because he had long decided that behind this window was the person he was looking for.

First, according to the status of a girl, she should live in this room as a matter of course. Because this room faces the street and the light is the best.

Second, the curtains are lilac, which is in line with the girl's character.

Thirdly, he saw some flowers and plants placed outside the windowsill, with her favorite starry sky.

It's close.

It's getting closer.

The girl was close at hand.

He stepped out from behind the curtain and walked to the edge of the bedside in the darkness without any light.

He could hear the girl's breathing more clearly, and he could smell the girl's seductive scent.

He walked over and chuckled at the raised silhouette of the girl hiding under the covers on the big bed.

Open the air conditioner cover quilt, this habit is not good. She had to be reminded to correct it.

How did the princess wake up?

He was woken up by the kiss of the prince.

The dark shadow prepares to wake up with a kiss on her little princess, and is looking forward to seeing her surprised.

He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

Sadly, the girl didn't wake up.

She reached out and touched her forehead, then turned her back to Tang Zhong and slept even more sweetly.

"Looks like it's going to have to be a bigger dose." The Black Shadow chuckled.

He took off his shoes, carefully climbed onto the bed, and then put his arms around the woman from behind.

Tomorrow morning, when she wakes up and opens her eyes, she must be hard to believe when she sees herself holding her, thinking that it was just a beautiful dream, right?

He was so proud of his idea that he closed his eyes in great satisfaction.

Qiu Jingwen is a good girl with a soft appearance and a tough female hooligan on the inside.

Just looking at her appearance, everyone thinks that she is a gentle, considerate, kind and intellectual beautiful woman.

However, she is very stubborn in her bones, with a strong sense of destruction and protection. If she doesn't like her, she wants to destroy it, and if she likes it, she tries her best to protect it.

It is precisely because of her personality that she has always been incompatible with her brother Qiu Hongtu's personality, and she went to France to study alone at a young age, and she is unwilling to return to China until now.

She also has a small problem, that is, she is extremely dishonest in sleeping.

A bed that big might not be enough for her. There have been countless times when I have opened my eyes in the beautiful morning and found myself lying on a thick carpet.

When did it fall? She shook her head, not at all impressed.

She's active. Likes to move around when sleeping.

If anyone presses her or gets in her way, make her a hundred uncomfortable.

Yes, Qiu Jingwen is very uncomfortable now. Because she wanted to move her body, she wanted to change to a more comfortable position, but her body was held and she couldn't move no matter what.

Her body shuddered violently, as if she had fallen from a skyscraper.

Because of this huge gap, she woke up from her sleep all of a sudden.

Ghost press?

She thought of the kind of rumors among the Chinese people.

Rumor has it that you come across something unclean when you sleep at night, and they will invade your body. Your mind is still there, but your body is no longer in control. I can't speak if I want to speak, I can't open my eyes if I want to, and the way to rescue me is-

Did you encounter the legendary dirty?

"I don't know if it's a Chinese ghost or a French ghost?" She thought to herself.

Unable to move, she moved her legs.

Hey, the legs can move.

Hey, the butt can move too.

Hey, you can move your fists, too.

What surprised her even more was that the little ghost behind her still had the sound of breathing. Moreover, the hot breath he exhaled made her ears tingle and tickle. It's comfortable and uncomfortable.

She thought of another possibility.

Make a fist and charge up.

Then, suddenly, his body twisted and slammed into the head of the 'pervert' with a whirling fist.

Bang -

Her fist was grabbed by another, larger palm.

Her wrists couldn't move, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.

"It's me." The dark shadow said.

Huaxia? Chinese people?

It's me? Do I know you well?

Who knows who you are?

She froze, then kicked over.

Bang -

Her thighs were caught between two legs.

Because of the intense movement, the nightgown on her body was torn off. Her bare thighs were exposed in the icy air, giving her goosebumps on her body.

"Aren't you autumnal?" The shadow let out a low breath. From the sound of his voice, he was even more surprised than the woman who was forcibly hugged by her.

Aren't you autumn cold?

This question made Qiu Jingwen give up the decision to shout, and asked out loud, "Who are you?" ”

"Holy." The dark shadow was in a hurry. It can be heard from the voice that this woman is really not autumnally cold.

He let go of Qiu Jingwen's body, didn't answer her question, and rushed behind the curtain as if fleeing for his life.

Smack-

Qiu Jingwen quickly turned on the bed lamp, opened the curtains and looked out, the black shadow had already jumped downstairs and was running wildly into the distance.

"Damn it." She gritted her teeth and scolded—

The sky is high and the clouds are light, the air is fresh, the sun is shining, and it is another beautiful day.

Autumn Chill doesn't like Paris, but he loves the city. Because it is so elegant and classical, it is also the same busy flow of people, but it has such air and blue sky. This is an incredible thing for Qiu Yihan, who has lived in Yanjing for a long time.

You know, she is in Yanjing, but she rarely sees blue sky and white clouds. Whenever you look up, it's gray. It's easy to get in a bad mood when it's like that.

As usual, she came to St. Anthony's Avenue with a paintpad and a paintbrush case on her back.

She loves to draw, she loves to paint portraits of people.

Improving her own drawing, which is secondary to her. Because she can't make a living from this in the future, her parents won't agree either. The grand group has only one heir, and she has no other choice. Painting is just a hobby for her.

The reason why she likes to paint portraits is because she is in a very quiet and peaceful mood when she paints. She felt like she was doing something very serious and relaxed.

If she gets bored, she guesses the person's occupation, personality, and what kind of story has happened in his life based on the shape and characteristics of the face she has depicted. This is the basic skill of a painter, but she felt that she was a good novelist at that time.

Oh, and she loves to read novels.

She set up the shelves and put the drawing board on it.

She opened the brush case again, chose a pencil and began to sharpen it slowly and skillfully according to her drawing habits.

Her mood was bubbling with beauty, and she felt that everything she was doing now was breathing the air of freedom.

"It's nice to be away from home." Qiu Yihan thought in his heart.

"How much does it cost to draw a portrait?" Someone asked aloud.

"Ten pieces." Qiu Yihan replied casually. Business is coming so soon, which is good news for her.

Then, she jerked her head up.

She couldn't believe her eyes as she looked at the delicate-looking soft-eyed man sitting on the pony that was specially provided for guests.

"Autumn is cold, wake up, it's afternoon." She said to herself in her heart.

"Then draw me one." The man said.

"Okay." She forced laughter and tears that were about to burst out of her eyes. Her pencil grip became heavy, and she was not too swayed.

Shh

The pencil drew a crack in the paper, and the paper was completely discarded.

So, she tore off the blank piece of paper and drew it again.

Whoosh -

The tip of the pen slipped, and a curved symbol of no meaning appeared on the white paper.

She ripped off the discarded white paper again.

Click――

The third time was even worse, because she had just made a few strokes, and because of the use of force, she actually broke the tip of the pen on the customer's face that had not yet been outlined.

She couldn't hold back any longer.

She threw away the pencil in her hand, she accidentally knocked down the sketchpad when she got up, countless papers were blown by the wind, her feet kicked the paintbrush case far away, and the red, green, and green pencils rolled out.

She raced to the man who was sitting on the horse with a smile on his face, the man who haunted her, the man who made her feel uncomfortable.

"Tang Zhong." She shouted.

The man spread his arms, waiting for the joyful bird to return.

Bang -

The two hugged each other tightly.

Click――

Maza couldn't bear the weight of two people, and after a broken sound, he fell to the ground with a bang.

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