The plane moved gently in the inky night sky, heading for an unknown destination.

Sleepy and unable to really sleep, I had no concept of time, and the bottomless night sky outside the window could not reveal a single bit of information about the trip, so I had to lean back on the comfortable sofa and doze off half-asleep.

Originally, Shang Jingyi seemed to be kind enough to let me sleep on a comfortable bed next to me, perhaps because I subconsciously distrusted him, thinking that sitting like this would be more alert than lying down to deal with his trick of not knowing when he would be on a whim, so I refused without thinking.

Shang Xun squinted at me with disdain, yes, his few expressions that could make people read the true meaning were clearly disdainful, as if to say, I will jump out of the window and run away if I am afraid.

Indeed, there is no way for me to truly escape his grasp except to jump out of the window and escape.

didn't say anything, Shang Jingyi sat on the other side of the sofa, sipping black tea energetically and flipping through financial magazines, maybe living in the United States all year round, and the jet lag has not been reversed.

I didn't feel sleepy for a while, and I looked at his side face with little concentration, and I was a little distracted.

The light is a soft tone suitable for reading, commensurate with his beautiful face, perhaps the innate slightly raised corners of his eyes and the fair complexion make him born as resolute and sharp as other men I have seen, and whenever I see him, I have the illusion of wandering between comics and cosplay.

It's just that I can't help but wonder, as the head of the Stewart family, which has a long history in the United States, why does he have such obvious Chinese blood in his appearance?

In other words, it was clearly Chinese, but with some traces of European and American men, which made me convinced of his mixed-race identity.

I heard earlier that Ian Stewart was not Mrs. Stewart's biological son, but the illegitimate son of his father and a Chinese woman.

"Miss Furmings, it's not polite to stare at a man like that, especially in the middle of the night."

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden remark from him, and when I met his meaningful look, I realized that he was clearly mimicking the tone of my speech.

I didn't feel guilty about being caught peeping, and I thought I was unique, I smiled, staring at him and not taking my eyes off him.

He put the magazine down completely, looked at me from a distance of nearly two meters, and asked lightly, "What are you thinking?" ”

"I'm thinking......" I raised my eyebrows and looked at him with a smile, my eyes fearless, "When it comes to hiding my thoughts, I feel that I am also a high rank, but I still feel small compared to you......" I couldn't help but sigh, "If each of your expressions never expresses your true thoughts and emotions, then what's the use of having so many expressions?" As with every action you do, you never know what your true purpose is. ”

He chuckled, staring at me with a sharp look in his eyes, but deliberately didn't answer the question I raised, and instead said softly, "I thought Ruori would ask, where are we going?" ”

My eyes wandered, I pursed my lips, simply closed my eyes and leaned on the back of the sofa, and did not answer again.

What's the use of asking, even if he is willing to be merciful and solve my doubts, could it be that I know that there will be a second option in the future besides following him to the soup?

If you are gone, you will be at peace.

I closed my eyes and pretended to be a corpse, but he said no more, the sound of the book had stopped, and I fell asleep in my gradually empty consciousness.

When the plane landed, it was already dawn, and I woke up leisurely, and the sleep after this incomparably twisted and turned was better than the rest I had every night for the previous half a month, which was really amazing.

Could it be that this is the so-called relief after experiencing the worst? The thing I was most worried about at the beginning has happened, and it is useless to think about it, just take one step at a time.

“Morning，love。” The gentleman's tone is incomparable, and it is a good thing to get such a greeting in the morning.

I settled down, straightened up from the back of the sofa, and raised my eyes to catch a glimpse of the dazzling morning light, Shang Xunyu had changed into a black slim-fitting suit, with the top button of the white shirt properly fastened, and then tied up the tie, like a congressman.

I was a little uncomfortable with such a formal dress, but instead he sat at the dining table sipping coffee and reading the newspaper with a breezy appearance, I shook my head and got up to get ready to wash.

Shang Xunyi raised his eyes to look at me and smiled, "I have prepared some clothes for you, wear formal clothes, and we will go to a place in a while." ”

After breakfast, I stepped off the plane with him.

As soon as I set foot on the land, the climate was noticeably different from the city I had lived in, and after a long night flight, I couldn't help but wonder where I was now.

"Can you tell me where this is?" I asked out loud, and at this time, Shang Xunyi, who was not dressed up but was quite formal, and I had already got into the car he had already ordered someone to prepare, and drove out slowly.

"Seville." He smiled, in a good mood, "It's a fun place." ”

Although he was mentally prepared for the distance of the flight, I was also surprised a lot, I thought that even if he didn't return to the United States, where would he go in North and South America, who would have thought that he would actually come to Spain.

"Has Ruori been here?" He turned to look at me.

"No, but I do admire the name for a long time." I leaned back in my chair and watched the Gothic buildings pass by outside the window, the exoticism was definitely different from what I had lived in, and even Spain itself was a colorful country with its own unique style, different from any other place in the world.

"It's a place rich in heritage, where the alleys of Seville have been dominated by Don Giovanni, Figaro, Carmen, Don Quixote, the barber of Seville, and glitz and enthusiasm are the main theme of the city. Don Juan has made Seville's character, there is no fixed theme, rebellious, uninhibited, changeable, anything can happen...... "I poured out all the content of my memory, and I felt that it was very smooth.

Shang Xunyi beside me looked at me and couldn't help laughing, "It's really a moving encyclopedia, I've never been there, and I can understand the heritage of a city, and I put you at home to save me the trouble of checking information." ”

I glared at him and turned out the window.

He chuckled and said softly, "Ruori likes it here?" ”

As soon as I thought about it, I smiled meaningfully and looked back at him, "You like it better, Don Juan was born here, and it really suits your taste." ”

"Oh, Ruori said I was a playboy?" He smiled evilly, and the ghost approached me in a hurry, and his breath burned on my face, "Then I might as well show you the flowers." ”

The magical tone of last night's night-stained voice came back again, and I was horrified. Damn, just now I was so quick to talk that I forgot that the demon in front of me couldn't be provoked.

Looking away, I forced myself to straighten up and staggered his approach, "Where are you going, and how long is it going?" ”

He smiled leisurely, returned to his original position, leaned on the backrest and said lazily: "A place to interpret happiness." ”