"Of course, dear uncle, I will always remember what you told me, that she is a work of art that can only be seen but not touched!" Wesley gave an equally sly smile. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Haha, my dear nephew, you have to grasp this balance in place, and let her do things for you willingly, and you can't offend Ma Weiguo, otherwise it won't be good to beat chickens and eggs!"

"I understand uncle, for the sake of the family, I will definitely grasp this balance!"

Mr. Theor patted Wesley on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"You're Jean. The true heir of the Ninivi family, for the revival of the family, will take the dragon in his hands no matter what! This burden is in your hands! ”

"Don't worry, uncle!" Wesley looked out the window at the towers of Castle Ninevi peeking out of the shadows of the trees.

At his uncle's place, Wesley learned that Feng Wanying had been staying at the Ritz Hotel in Paris for a long time, and Wesley, with this definite news, also came to Paris.

The suave Wesley often travels around the world and has experienced countless women, but there is really no one like Feng Wanying that he will never forget at first sight.

"Noble, beautiful, mysterious" is Wesley's summary of Feng Wanying after the grand dinner held by Ninivi Manor.

Such a woman, in the eyes of his collector, is very rare.

Such a woman, if she does not get her hands on it, is in vain for the name of a collector.

What's more, this woman will guide him towards his long-awaited goal in life!

Before going to Qiubo, in order to see the oriental beauty that he missed every night, Wesley stayed at the Ritz Hotel.

He didn't deliberately arrange himself next to or opposite Feng Wanying, he didn't want Feng Wanying to feel anything, he knew that Chinese like to moisturize things silently, besides, this beautiful beauty is a married woman, and his uncle warned himself that everything can only be discussed in the long run.

In the first few days at the Ritz Hotel, Wesley never met Feng Wanying, but Wesley was not in a hurry, for those who collected the best, Wesley always had the patience of Jiang Taigong fishing.

It wasn't until a wine tasting over the weekend that Wesley got his wish.

He had long guessed that such a high-end salon must have a darling like Feng Wanying.

Sure enough, the dazzling Feng Wanying was really there.

An evening dress with a combination of Chinese and Western styles and high slits on the side reflects the graceful and slender legs, and the mysterious sensuality looms over her.

Obviously, Feng Wanying is the protagonist of this tasting, not only because she is already the hostess of the famous Ninevie Manor, but also because of her unique temperament and style.

Everyone's eyes were focused on her, whether it was a man or a woman, and of course, Wesley's eyes never left Feng Wanying from the moment she entered the door.

Wesley reappeared beside Feng Wanying with a wine glass, Feng Wanying smiled in surprise, the corners of his mouth fluttered with the pair of iconic dimples, and his amorous eyes made Wesley already drunk before he took a sip of wine, but he knew in his heart that the necessary proportions were important.

"Mr. Wesley, you're here too?!" Feng Wanying spoke Chinese to Wesley, and she had already learned Wesley's language skills last time.

"Madam, it's a pleasure to see you again!" Wesley said very gentlemanly.

Feng Wanying was very happy to meet Wesley in Paris this time, of course, she didn't know that such a chance encounter was carefully arranged.

Wesley was young, noble, and personable, and any lady would make a friendly first impression when they met him.

They talked happily, from Wesley's China to Feng Wanying's France, from the history of the Middle and the West to the Bourbon dynasty to Château Ninevie.

"Madam, I wonder what other arrangements you have after the meeting?" Now the distance between them has been shortened a lot, just like friends who haven't seen each other for many years, and they all have nothing to talk about.

"Oh, there's no arrangement, maybe just go back to your room and rest." Wanying gently spread her hands, leaning softly behind the sofa, showing a slightly bored look.

"Madame, if you are willing to appreciate the light, I would like to take you to see the essence of Paris at night!"

"Oh, really?" Feng Wanying came to the spirit, and she was full of the spirit of exploration for everything in Paris at night.

At Wesley's kind invitation, Feng Wanying followed Wesley to a small pleasure boat docked by the Seine.

Because it was late, and the boats on the Seine had dispersed during the day, I wonder where Wesley found such a small boat?

The boatman in charge of supporting the boat had a thick beard, which made it impossible to recognize the expression on his face, but when he glanced at Feng Wanying, Feng Wanying felt a strange smile appear behind his beard.

He didn't say a word, and skillfully and steadily pushed the boat slowly towards the middle of the river.

The hustle and bustle of Paris suddenly fell silent in the middle of the river, leaving only the brilliant lights on both sides of the river in the darkness.

"It's the most beautiful night city in the world!" Wan Ying exclaimed.

"As long as Wanying likes it, I am willing to give you the whole world!" Wesley wasted no time in speaking.

"You're not Caesar, I'm not Cleopatra, and I've never believed in men's sweet words when they're drunk!" Wan Ying giggled, her sweet laughter rippling like a ripple across the wide river, rippling in Wesley's heart.

"No, you are the queen of Cleopatra in Ninivi Castle, and I am willing to conquer the whole world for you!" Wesley said excitedly, and out of nowhere, he took out a flower and handed it to Wan Ying, although it was not very real in the dark, but the evening breeze in Paris brought the fragrance of roses.

On such an ambiguous night in Paris, as long as he is a normal man, how can he not be distracted?

Uncle's words will be put aside for now......

The boat paddles slowly down the Seine, where the lights on both sides of the river outline the countless great buildings that have been left behind for thousands of years, which seem to tell the story of France's history in silence.

Wan Ying took the rose, and at the same time accepted Wesley's kiss, and in this long river of history they kissed tenderly and lingeringly, and their entangled figures were obscured by the lights on both sides of the Seine......

"Lydia, Lydia!" In this ambiguous and silent night, the boatman suddenly snorted at the river.

The sound startled the couple, who were intoxicated with their cheating relationship, only to realize that the boat was approaching an old stone arch bridge, and a man was waving to the boat.

It was recognizable in the silhouette of light and shadow that it was a woman, as her long skirt and long curly hair were waving in the wind.