Feng Wanying is the focus of this night, this socialite from ShangHaitan has brought her social expertise to the extreme, her extraordinary bearing, her eight-sided exquisiteness, and her singing French have made this ancient castle that has been deserted for many years shine again!

Monsieur Theo looked afar and appreciatively at the Chinese noblewoman, whose castle had been in decay since the death of Madame Bran, and perhaps the arrival of this enthusiastic Chinese noblewoman would give new life to the estate. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, it was not only Mr. Theo who admired Feng Wanying from afar this night, but also a person with the same pair of eyes as Mr. Theo, and those gray-blue eyes revealed the same shrewdness, and that was Mr. Theo's nephew Wesley.

Wesley was the eldest son of the Naga, so he inherited the title of earl from his father, who died young, at a young age.

"Madame, I wish you eternal health!" Wesley held a glass of red wine in his hand and walked around the crowd to Feng Wanying's side.

Wan Ying guessed who he was when she looked at his shrewd eyes like those of Monsieur Theo.

Doesn't she know a lot about Ninivi Manor, how dare she take it easily?

Although the 28 million euros are Lao Ma's private money, don't you have half of it legally speaking?

Gao Jianmin's more than 300-page project book is not nonsense, Feng Wanying has inspected and understood the project book little by little after coming to Provence with that project book.

She knew that Mr. Theo was also well-known in the European business community, but her Feng Wanying's IQ was not vegetarian.

She's not pinching to Jean. How could the seven inches of the Ninivi family make the shrewd Mr. Dio give up two million euros at once?

Feng Wanying smiled at the personable Wesley, the corners of her mouth were filled with sweet dimples, and she raised her glass: "I also wish Mr. Earl all the best!" ”

"Haha, the wise lady already knows who I am." Wesley took a sip of the red wine in his glass while savoring Wanying's standard Oriental beauty's eyes.

Wan Ying has been dealing with Mr. Theor since Gao Jianmin came to France to buy Château Ninevi, and this Wesley has only heard of his name, and he met for the first time tonight.

"What do you think of this batch of wine from my great-grandmother, Madame Bran?"

"Mellow and sweet, the best in the wine, the ancient Chinese said 'grape wine luminous glass' probably refers to it!" Wan Ying swirled the wine in the glass slightly, and the deep and beautiful red elixir swirled in the crystal-clear Italian wine glass.

"Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci" is extraordinary, but tonight's wine is just a foil for the beauty!" Wesley suddenly spoke in extremely fluent Chinese, his eyes full of the hot and spicy light of the Frenchman's straightforwardness.

Wan Ying did not expect that Mr. Theo's nephew would be so fluent in Chinese and knew Chinese culture well.

"Thank you, sir, for the compliment!" Since she came to this world, Wanying has heard too many men's praise for her, so she is not red and heartbeat when she praises and looks hot at any man, and of course she is also very useful.

"I wonder where you made your fortune?" A pair of amorous oriental eyes struck Wesley's heart.

"I'm a collector." Wesley felt that Wanying spoke Chinese better than her French.

"Including collecting Chinese antiques?" Wanying's eyes were still full of smiles, but this smile was no longer as enthusiastic as just now, but with a trace of distance, and the charming dimples at the corners of her mouth had disappeared imperceptibly.

Wesley felt these small changes, he had experienced too many women, and not a single small change in a woman's heart could escape his gray-blue eyes.

He heard the meaning behind Wanying's words, and he understood the pun of the Chinese.

He didn't want something to hurt the extremely lovely lady in front of him.

"I am a modernist collector, this is not to say that I do not collect antiques, but to say that our ideology is different from that of collectors more than a century ago, we despise predatory collecting, and freedom, equality, and fraternity are the aristocratic spirit that we will always pursue!"

"I appreciate your words...... "Wanying's dimples rippled at the corners of her mouth again.

Wesley was glad that he had said it so well that the beauty smiled charmingly again.

"I was supposed to be in Nicaragua tonight, but my assistant told me to go back to France for an important auction, otherwise how could I have had the privilege of attending Madame's lavish dinner?"

Wesley took a sip of red wine with great interest.

"Where don't we meet in life, you say?" Wanying smiled beautifully.

Wesley felt that the little old wine in his great-grandmother's cellar was a good time for tonight.

"I appreciate Madame's words, where do you not meet in life, just like tonight and Madame......" Wesley extended his bright goblet slightly to Wanying.

Wan Ying also stretched out her goblet and touched Wesley lightly, their eyes intertwined.

"This was once your home, and I would love to welcome you back often!"

"That's nature, that's nature, the arrival of Madame has made this withered castle shine, and I naturally want to come to stain it!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Wesley, I'm going over there to take care of the other guests, and I hope to see you again in the near future!"

Feng Wanying is such a smart woman, she has already read something strange in Wesley's eyes, but the more this is the case, the more she has to stop in time, and it is very important to grasp the right balance when they meet for the first time.

Besides, she is the focus of the dinner, and it is not good for others, including Lao Ma, to taste something.

Wesley was glad to be invited by the beauty.

He stared at the bare sexy back of Wan Ying's fragrant shoulders that were fading away.

At this moment, Mr. Theo, who had been watching them from a distance, came to Wesley's side.

"You, in love with her?" Mr. Theo did not look at Wesley, but at Wanying's distant back.

"There's no man who doesn't love her, does he?" Wesley glanced at his uncle.

"Noble, charming, full of oriental charm...... "Monsieur Theo exclaimed.

"But she's a work of art, you can only look at it, you can't touch it, you know? My dear nephew! ”

"Why?" Wesley shrugged in surprise.

"Don't you understand that you're a collector? A work of art is meant to be appreciated and value-added, and once you break it, you will lose both your money and your money! ”

"Oh, since you did business with the Chinese, how can you talk so deeply?" The two identical-looking eyes met at this moment, and they touched the goblets in their hands and laughed meaningfully together.