France is beautiful in place, and beautiful in people. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The sky had just dawned, and Yi Luoran, who had already gotten up, opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains and replied to a text message just sent by his mobile phone. Yesterday, she successfully finalized the final matters of the joint research with Jeffrey's side, and planned to transfer to Saranmantan today.

Through the glass, the rising morning sun slowly rises in the distance, and the red morning glow breaks through the dark blue and slightly black sky, which is one of the magnificent scenery that nature has given to the world.

After pouring a cup of warm tea, Yi Luo Ran's bright eyes looked at the sunrise over Bordeaux with a slight sigh, so spectacular and charming. If it weren't for the fact that she had something to do later, she would have liked to rest here for a few days.

Saranmantan, located in the northwestern part of the island of Kariboni, is still the seat of absolute monarchy. Despite its small size, it is one of the richest countries in the world with crude oil and natural gas as its main economic mainstay.

"Miss Lin, please wait, our boss is in a meeting."

"It's okay, I'll just sit here and wait." Speaking fluent English, Yi Luoran pointed to the gray sofa in the reception room, and his pale lips hooked up a polite smile. The Shang Huang Group is one of the largest chaebols in Saranmantan, with a near monopoly on the oil and construction industries.

Pink nails trim round fingers, gently rubbing the pale blue jewelry box lying in the palm of your hand. Her mind suddenly jumped on a certain immature face that was smiling lonely, and her chest was inexplicably sour and sad.

"Big sister, what color do you think heaven is?" Under the bright sun, the beautiful facial features that have not yet grown, and the skin looks porcelain white and flawless. A thin girl of twelve or thirteen years old, with her thin arms outstretched like a chick about to fly in the wind, asked crisply.

Shang Yuxin. Perhaps because of the same anxiety between life and death, in just a few coincidences, during the time in Normandy, France, Lin Yueru became friends with this little girl. The last time they met, the other party gave her the jade chain that she wore on her wrist.

It's a pity that when the original owner was made insane and entered the madhouse, this thing fell into Shen Jimo's hands. Because of this, he unexpectedly got a big opportunity for cooperation, and the assets of the Shen Group behind him doubled several times and successfully entered the top ten of the national wealth list.

Yi Luoran, who has already understood all the plots, naturally clearly understands Shang Yuxin's true identity, the daughter of Shanghuang Group, the largest chaebol in Saranmantan. I heard that this Shang family has a lot of ties with the royal family of Saranmantan, and the background is very amazing.

"Hello, Miss Lin." Like the mellow voice of a cello in G key, it looks like a beautiful man with a supermodel's nine-headed body, and his shiny skin is healthy and honey-colored. Handsome back hairstyle, bangs slightly obliquely to reveal a full and wide forehead.

The eyes are deeply sunken, and the long, broad and tangible eyes are as black as ink, faintly revealing a little bit of loneliness. The nose is high and straight, like a hanging gall, and the perfect lips with moderate thickness are full of gentle smiles that are diametrically opposed.

"Mr. Shang, hello." Standing up and saying hello, Yi Luoran gently pushed the jewelry box in his palm and gestured, "This is what you've always wanted to find." ”

Hearing this, Shang Yuchen's inky eyes deepened, and he gently opened the light blue velvet lid and picked out the thin chain inside. Nine teardrop-shaped jade pendants, pure emerald yang green, full of water, expensive.

Flipping over the platinum clasp, he thoughtfully rubbed the word 'soft' engraved on the inside, and his gaze lowered slightly to hide the nostalgia and sentimentality in his eyes. After a long time, he slowly spoke, "Can it be easily revealed, how did it fall into your hands?" ”

"Shang Yuxin and I used to be friends and friends. The last time we met, she gave it to me. Without any concealment, Yi Luoran's pale lips pursed slightly, and her bright black pupils crossed the emotion of what was wrong with people, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that this jade chain had such an important commemorative significance." ”

"Thank you." Shang Yuchen carefully closed the pale blue velvet box, took out the Aurora diamond fountain pen from his coat pocket, and quickly signed a check, "Of course, I will pay the agreed payment." ”

In order to recover his mother's relics, he published this news all over France as early as two months ago, although people often deliberately come to impersonate fake bracelets, but he is still afraid of making a mistake with his mother's relics. Thankfully, this time, I finally found it.

"Mr. Shang, I'm very sorry to cause you to remember sad things again, but I came this time to return things to their original owners."

didn't reach out to pick up the check with a large string of zeros behind the amount, and the gift of friendship in Yi Luoran's heart couldn't be measured by money. Of course, she was secretly puzzled, why would Shang Yuxin give her mother's relics to herself?!

"Miss Lin, do you know the value of this check?"

200,000,000,000 Sarans. Picking up the thick black sword eyebrows, Shang Yuchen, who came back to his senses, grabbed the thin check that could be exchanged immediately with his slender fingertips, and it was inevitable that a line of surprise crossed his heart. After all, in the face of such a huge windfall, few people can resist the temptation,

"Equivalent to 100 million Chinese dollars." Gently spit out a few words, Yi Luoran looked at the cold man beside him with an indispensable expression with sincere eyes, and asked, "I want to go and see her, is it okay?" ”

"If time is convenient, I'll take you there in the afternoon." The little sister must have liked the girl in front of her very much, otherwise she would not have transferred her mother's relics so easily. Shang Yuchen nodded slowly, but a heavy sense of guilt crossed his heart.

As if knowing that the people who went to pay their respects felt sad and depressed at the moment, the sky that had been clear and cloudless before gradually turned cloudy, and a light drizzle drifted down.

On the outskirts of the eastern district of Saranmantan, a super luxury cemetery covering an area of more than 40 acres, men and women dressed in black of the same color are holding transparent umbrellas and slowly walking to the innermost position.

The black stele in front of the tomb pasted a black and white photo of a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, the immature facial features could not hide the beautiful temperament, and the pear vortex on the right side looked naughty and cute with the smile on the side of the mouth.

"Xiaoxin, I've come to see you." This is your favorite flower. Gently resting a large bunch of white daisy chrysanthemums in his hand in front of the stone tablet, Yi Luoran felt the sadness and regret churning in his chest, and inexplicably recalled a sentence, which had not yet bloomed, and had been adjusted to zero.

By now, you probably know what heaven looks like and what color it is.

"Sister, are you happy?" Slender fingers touched the photo on the stone tablet, Shang Yuchen sighed in a long low voice, slightly raised his head to look at the overcast sky, and the whole back looked lonely in the drizzle.