Although this is not a wedding, this is just a romantic game for young people who love each other, but Lao Ma doesn't see it that way, in his heart Xiaoya is the woman he wants to stay with for life and never give up, he said so in the church, and he also hopes that he will do so, but the sky does not want to listen to his oath, and fate cruelly tears this oath to pieces!

Although this oath has been broken, such a solemn oath belongs only to him and Xiaoya, except for Xiaoya, he will not and is unwilling to talk about it to other women, let alone in the same church. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the country roads of Provence, full of Mediterranean sunshine and intense colors, Ma Weiguo's mind is very chaotic and chaotic.

He didn't know what he would do in the face of Feng Wanying?

He really didn't want to mess things up, originally he and Feng Wanying should be accomplices in the interests of the family, it's not good for anyone to mess things up, he really doesn't understand why Feng Wanying, who is so smart, wants to give birth to a wild child who makes everyone can't get off the stage?

This is really not Feng Wanying's style.

He could endure Feng Wanying's betrayal, but how could he accept a wild child?

It's not about making him a laughing stock on the beach!

Feng Wanying is really crazy!

The taxi stopped at the door of Ninevier Manor, the driver braked lightly and steadily, he thought that the Asian guest had been sleeping, he really couldn't bear to wake him up and disturb his good sleep, but now in the rearview mirror he saw the guest open his tired eyes.

"Lavender is really hypnotic!" The driver looked at the old horse in the rearview mirror and made a joke in broken English with a thick French accent.

"yes, it's a good dream! Thanks Provence! The old horse smiled politely and teased in English against his will.

In fact, he wanted to ridicule himself, his fate, his marriage after marriage, and his trip to Provence again.

Originally, Ma Weiguo had been thinking about what to say when he saw Feng Wanying in Ninivi Manor, whether to be angry with her or pretend not to know? Wait for things to come to an eye and then talk about it? Still is? ……

His mind was filled with possibilities.

It was only when he entered the gate of the manor that he was stopped by the scene in front of him, and today's manor was full of guests and friends.

Ma Weiguo entered, without attracting anyone's attention and no one recognizing him, he was like an ordinary tourist, wearing a white visor hat and a cool, comfortable, and local Mediterranean flower shirt.

The guests leisurely tasted a variety of exquisite French desserts and fruit drinks made from various Ninivi Manor grapes, and they praised it one after another, and it was obvious that there were tourists and specially invited VIPs.

In the mouths of those happy tourists, Ma Weiguo knew about the harvest of grapes at Domaine Ninevi this year, and it is a tradition to hold a party on the last day of August, when the harvest of ripe grapes and wine pressing begins one after another in September.

In the middle of the spacious square in front of Château de Ninevi, a pair of French men and French girls dressed in traditional Provençal national costumes danced the ancient Frando dance around the fountain.

At this time, Lao Ma felt that he was very incompatible with the warm and joyful atmosphere here, obviously he was the real owner here, but no one seemed to know him, and the people around him regarded him as a guest, and his mood at this time was disturbed and heavy and complicated, where was he like a guest who traveled easily?

In the jubilant crowd, the old horse was like a lonely soul shuttling, he didn't know what to do, was he looking for Feng Wanying? Or do you want to see if your son is not there?

Through the crowded crowd, avoiding the enthusiastic dance team, a touch of red jumped into the eyes of the old horse, this is a touch of lively Chinese red, this Chinese red blooms not far from the quaint, tall, desolate Nineway Castle outside the gate, this red owner is outstanding, she is the proud Feng Wanying.

Feng Wanying happily wore a Chinese red A-skirt, her hair was pulled high behind her head, which made her facial features even more exquisite.

Lao Ma subconsciously wanted to call her, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed back, because Lao Ma noticed that Feng Wanying was surrounded by a few people, and if he called her voice on such an occasion, it would be too abrupt and too embarrassing.

Lao Ma simply observed Feng Wanying carefully in the crowd not far away, he couldn't see any changes in her figure, maybe it was because she was wearing a A skirt?

Lao Ma saw Feng Wanying's two best friends, Manzhu and Jiayi, as well as the two former owners of Ninivi Manor, Mr. Dio and Wesley, all around her, they were talking about something, talking and laughing happily, especially Wesley, those sly gray-blue eyes never left Feng Wanying's face.

To be honest, since the last time he came to Provence, Lao Ma had a bad impression of Wesley, Lao Ma felt that he stared at Feng Wanying's eyes in a daze, men have been on the battlefield for a long time, and he understood what that kind of look represented.

But he really doesn't want to eat this jealousy, there has never been a shortage of bees and butterflies around the beautiful Feng Wanying, but today's situation makes Lao Ma look at any man next to Feng Wanying, this unknown wild man is not just a rival in love, he has seriously threatened the interests of the entire family.

Of course, the seemingly wise old horse has not thought about it in a more terrible way, but in fact, the whole thing that kept him in the dark has been related to the life and death of the old Ma family.

He watched them discuss something fiercely, especially Monsieur Dior, who had a rich expression and exaggerated gestures, but because of the distance he could not hear what they were saying, of course, if they were talking in French, he would not understand even in front of him.

After a while, Lao Ma saw the three women and two men walking towards the back of the ancient castle, he pretended to be a good wanderer and followed from a distance, he felt that there were too many secrets in this ancient castle, and among these secrets was his wife Feng Wanying.

When he reached the back of the castle, he saw a small private helicopter parked on the flat lawn, with two security guards standing on either side of the helicopter, one on the left and one on the right.

The three women and two men stood in front of the helicopter, Mr. Dio was very gentlemanly and helped Feng Wanying to get on the helicopter, he wanted to help Manzhu and Jiayi again, but the two women shook their heads and waved their hands again and again, Mr. Dio only spread his hands regretfully, Mr. Dio looked at Wesley again, Wesley didn't know what to say to him, Mr. Dio smiled heartily and went into the cab alone.