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"Song Qian, it turns out that you are so beautiful when you laugh." Shen Wendong held his chin with his hand and looked at Song Qian with a bright smile.

Song Qian's little face flushed slightly, and then she shouted coldly: "I just laughed a little, and I won't be in the future."

"Don't, in fact, you look really good when you smile, you already have a beautiful blank, you have a tight face every day, you are getting old, such a good world, you have never really seen it, right?"

Shen Wendong's words made Song Qian slightly stunned, then pondered, nodded slowly, and said: "You're right, I haven't really understood this world, I just know to take care of the Dongwen Group and let the Song family be under my control."

Song Qian said, and her face couldn't help showing a trace of pity and unwillingness, but it was fleeting.

"Let's go, go back to the hotel, we have to negotiate in the afternoon, this matter is very important to us."

Song Qian stood up, took the room card and prepared to go back to the room to rest.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see this wonderful world". When Song Qian stood up, Shen Wendong grabbed Song Qian's hand, and regardless of Song Qian's struggle, he walked out of the hotel directly and got into a taxi.

The taxi was a local Spaniard, looking at the two oriental faces, and suddenly came to some spirits.

"Hey, sir, where are you going?" The driver asked with a smile, and then looked at Song Qian's frosty face, but it was extremely beautiful.

"good, sir, I have to say, your girlfriend is so beautiful". The driver added, and the car began to move.

"To the old city of Toledo". Shen Wendong said to the driver in standard Spanish.

Hearing this, the driver looked at Shen Wendong in surprise, a little surprised, I thought that the two Orientals didn't know Spanish, so they communicated in English, but now it is redundant.

"Well, thirty pesetas," replied the driver.

"Hehe, I don't need to give you money, it's enough to give you this". Shen Wendong grinned, and then handed over his silver medal, with a medal of killing words.

The driver glanced at it, slightly surprised, and then asked, "RK people, you are actually from RK."

"Yo, yes, I know rk." Shen Wendong was surprised that the driver did not have a stunned expression.

"Hehe, is there anyone else in Europe who doesn't know about this organization? Shen Wendong, the king of the killer, is an Oriental, the Demon Emperor Peter, the French, the Bloody Loven, and the British, the three people are the core of the team leader, and the three forces of people are in charge of some parts."

"Hehe, it seems that the driver brother is not simple." Shen Wendong couldn't help but smile when he heard that the driver knew RK so well.

"No, my brother is a rk person, that's all". The driver nodded, smiled at Shen Wendong, and then sped up the car and went straight to the ancient city of Toledo.

Shen Wendong smiled and didn't say anything, if the driver's brother was in front of him, it would not be an exaggeration to kill him, and casually revealing the news of the organization to his relatives was a taboo for the RK organization.

Song Qian couldn't understand the content of the conversation between the two people, but she felt very dissatisfied with Shen Wendong pulling her out, but she also had some expectations, she had been at work and had never had the opportunity to relax, and now that she had a good opportunity, Song Qian did not refuse, of course, the premise was with Shen Wendong.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped outside the ancient city of Toledo, and the driver grinned at Shen Wendong and said, "Sir, it's here."

"Thanks, let's go". Shen Wendong nodded, and then smiled at Song Qian: "We have arrived at the place."

"Well, how much?" Song Qian nodded lightly, and then asked in English.

The driver was slightly stunned, thinking that Song Qian was not organized by RK, otherwise he didn't know that he didn't have to give money if he held the medal.

"Thirty". The driver said with a smile, Song Qian immediately took out thirty Spanish currency, handed it to the driver, and then stepped out of the car.

The driver grinned at Shen Wendong, and Shen Wendong could only follow Song Qian to get out of the car, but Shen Wendong secretly made a decision in his heart, after dealing with Kane, he should change the rules, if everyone in the RK organization holds a medal and does not give money, the locals may complain.

Shen Wendong may not have felt this feeling of bullying people before he went to Huaxia, but since he went to Huaxia, it has become more and more intense, and this must be changed.

"This is the ancient city of Toledo, you know the history of Toledo, right?"

After getting out of the car, the two of them stood outside the city, looking at the ancient city, the high-rise buildings and pavilions, Shen Wendong asked Song Qian.

"Toledo, the capital of the Castilla La Mancha region, is an ancient city classified as a World Heritage Site. Toledo is known as the "Capital of Three Cultures". Over the centuries, Christian, Islamic and Jewish cultures have coexisted here, giving the city its own imprint. Wander the streets of Toledo and you'll find Mudejar and Gothic churches, mosques, Visigothic or Roman architecture, synagogues and Renaissance palaces, a mix of Arabic and Romanesque styles."

"Am I right?" Song Qian smiled faintly, then looked at Shen Wendong proudly and asked.

Shen Wendong looked at Song Qian and also showed a smug smile, indicating that his way had worked, Song Qian began to remove the perspective of a working woman to see the world, but really devoted herself to the perspective of leisure and entertainment.

This may be a little bit of a change in Song Qian, the cold and beautiful president.

"Let's go in and have a look." Shen Wendong took the initiative to take Song Qian's hand and walked inside.

Song Qian raised her eyebrows slightly, wanting to say something, but in the end she didn't spit out, so she could only let Shen Wendong take her hand and walk into the ancient city.

The streets of the ancient city are already crowded with people, mostly Asians with oriental faces, looking at the ancient city walls, and occasionally coming across a mosque with devout devotees who are friendly to tourists for a delicious meal.

Song Qian looked at the delicacies here curiously, as if she was a child who had never seen the world, Shen Wendong knew that Song Qian was indeed a child who had never seen the world, because her mind was full of business.

"It's an omelet, an omelet made by the people here, but if you can't resist the temptation and eat one of them, you'll fall asleep and be sent to all sorts of bars and dance halls." Shen Wendong unceremoniously told Song Qian the real situation.

Hearing this, there was a trace of warm anger in Song Qian's eyes, and after glancing at the Spanish man who was standing, Shen Wendong shook his head and pulled Song Qian out of here.

"In front is a church of Christ, we can come and see it". Shen Wendong pointed to Song Qian and came to a magnificent and ancient Christian church a thousand meters ahead.

When I came to the church, many couples held hands, kissed me intimately, and walked in and out of the church.

Song Qian was a little embarrassed and shy as she looked at herself holding Shen Wendong's hand, much like these couples, wanting to let go of Shen Wendong's hand, but the latter took Song Qian directly into the church.

"Cool president, this is a church, and Western-style wedding ceremonies are held in this kind of place."

"Ah, this man, are you willing to marry Miss Song Qian as your wife, no matter birth, old age, sickness or death, whether you are rich or poor, whether you are rich or poor, whether you are spring, summer, autumn or winter, you can hold hands and be happy for a lifetime?"

Shen Wendong suddenly let go of Song Qian's hand, and then stood on top of the church holding the scriptures, looked at Song Qian with a serious face and asked.

Song Qian was slightly stunned, not knowing what Shen Wendong was doing alone.

"I am willing to marry Miss Song Qian, no matter whether she is poor, old or rich." Shen Wendong walked down again, took Song Qian's little hand, and replied with a firm face.

A trace of warmth and shyness rose on Song Qian's face, but she didn't say anything, preparing to leave the Christian church.

"Miss Song Qian, are you willing to marry Mr. Shen Wendong, no matter whether you are poor, old or rich, you will never give up, and you will not be separated?"

Shen Wendong stared at Song Qian's little face and asked solemnly.

Song Qian looked at Shen Wendong in a daze, but she was panicked, the picture in her dream in the past seemed to be visiting the ancient city with Shen Wendong today, she had dreamed of this scene countless times, but she never thought that the other party would be Shen Wendong.

Song Qian wanted to say stop making trouble, but when the words came to her mouth, she couldn't say it, she only felt a strange feeling in her heart, and there was a hint of red on her indifferent face.

"I... I... boring". Song Qian was in such a situation, and almost said the three words I am willing, but seeing Shen Wendong's obscene smile, Song Qian immediately woke up, glared at Shen Wendong, and walked out directly.

Seeing Song Qian like this, Shen Wendong smiled indifferently.

"Shall we engrave our name on Cupid's Wall?"