Although the sun has not yet set, the autumn afternoon is always a little cool. As agreed, Charles came to the studio where Fran was taking classes.

To be honest, although the studio eats up a lot of money every year, today is the first time he's been here.

Charles took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.

It should be almost there.

Sure enough, after a while, the door of the small mansion opened, and a group of girls walked out of it, chatting with each other and walking to the carriages that had been waiting for a long time outside.

Charles's gaze swept over the figures of these maidens without stopping, quietly waiting for his sister to appear.

Just as he was a little anxious, Fran finally appeared. She walked slowly out of the mansion, but she hesitated to stop at the door and did not walk to the carriage, her blue eyes kept looking around, and her hand was holding the fan that Charles had given her before, and her expression was a little nervous. Silky blonde hair falls over her shoulders and gently sways with the breeze......

Charles beckoned softly, and Fran saw him immediately, a smile on her face, and ran towards Charr in small steps.

"Good afternoon!" Fran said hello, and her voice was very cheerful.

However, Charles' first greeting was ......

"Fran, why have you changed so much today? I almost don't even recognize you! ”

Looking at his sister, who was almost completely new in front of him, Charles fell into a deep shock.

Yes, his sister changed her normal behavior today, and instead of wearing a plain white dress as usual, she wore a newly bought pink dress. Wearing a red yarella velvet hat on his head, he seemed to want to be more mature, but the remaining childishness between his eyebrows could not be concealed.

How to describe it?

Well. Let's describe it as "Charlotte when she was just starting to dating".

"Sir, I'm almost sixteen years old, but I can't always dress like a child!" Fran replied with a pout, then looked at her brother expectantly, "Is it pretty?" ”

"Well, it's good, it's very good." Charles nodded hurriedly. "I'm just a little surprised, it's actually very pretty."

"If only you knew!" After receiving her brother's approval, Fran smiled happily.

But if Fran knew what her brother had just said about her outfit. Surely it wouldn't be so polite.

Then, Charles turned his gaze to the fan that Fran had been holding in his hand.

"What are you doing with it in the studio? Be careful not to get dirty with the paint, or you'll be in trouble. ”

Hearing Charles' question, Fran seemed to have a tighter grip on her hands.

"Don't worry, brother. I'm not going to get it dirty. I've been careful to keep it in class! It's a gift I've gotten, and I'm just going to keep it with me all the time. ”

"Okay, okay, whatever you want." Charles casually complimented, "It does match your current outfit well......

"Really?" The brother's compliment surprised and delighted Fran, "I've been picking it for a long time!" ”

"Of course, it's very pretty." After casually complimenting his sister, Charles asked softly.

As soon as he heard this, Fran's expression quickly became serious. She glanced around a few times with a little nervousness, then lowered her voice.

"You come with me."

Then. Fran took Charles' hand and walked down a nearby alley.

…………

"Hello, Miss Beauwang." Charles bowed solemnly.

"Yes, Mr. Treville, we meet again." Mademoiselle Lola de Beauvan, one of the richest heiresses in France, looked at Charles with a smirk, "Good thing there are no stools here......

She was dressed as usual today, with her hair in a high bun and an expressionless face, like a delicate doll.

"It doesn't matter if there is," said Charles, his expression was calm, "as long as you don't make the same impulsive foolish words as poor Monsieur du Taai, who must be his name." ”

"Hehe......" Lola chuckled, but there was no smile on her face, "Don't worry, I won't be stupid today, after all, I finally got my father to agree to let me help you find you......"

"Sounds like I should be honored." Charles replied calmly, "But now that you've achieved your goal, can you say something more interesting?" ”

"Here's what my father wants me to tell you, and I'll tell you exactly what I want to say." Lola turned and looked at Charles solemnly.

"Since you are a smart man, Mr. Trelville, you will not fail to understand what it means that I have not told you."

"Well, I roughly understand," Charles nodded, "and what is Mr. Beauwan going to do next?" ”

"I don't know." Lola replied simply, "I don't understand what happened between you and him, my father always kept it a secret from me in this kind of matter, so he was only responsible for relaying it." ”

Charles frowned.

"You mean your father wants to see me?"

"Yes."

"When, where?" Charles asked directly.

"If it's still in my house, you won't be at ease, right? What my father meant was that you could choose a place and time. ”

"How can you talk so well?" Charles couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"My father has never been stingy with talented people." Lola still looked like she was smiling.

"Good." Charles nodded, "Since the baron is so easy to speak, it would be rude for me to prevaricate again......"

Then he took out a pen and his own note from his pocket, wrote an address directly on it, and then tore off the page and handed it to the other party.

"Please don't bring too many people, or you'll never see me again in your life." Charles admonished.

"Of course." Lola nodded, then carefully put away the note. Then she seemed to tease Charles, "You nobles are always so cautious. ”

"It's a good habit," Charles replied. "And if I'm not mistaken, the Bowang family is now also noble."

"Now, oh, yes, now......" Lola, who had been expressionless, suddenly smiled a little mockingly, as if she had been touched by Charles, "sir." We are not aristocrats. ”

"Isn't it enough to have a knighthood?"

"The difference is huge. My father was made a baron by King Bixia and entered the House of Lords. He is also a director of the Banque de France; My mother was still the daughter of an earl, but so what, does anyone think we are nobles? My grandfather, as if he felt humiliated by marrying my family for money, almost never had contact with my family for many years after my mother got married. I'm sure he can't remember what I look like right now. The rest of the people almost never think of us as aristocrats. They base it on the fact that our family has no history - as if we fell from the sky out of thin air! Lola's expression became more and more cold, as if she was venting the resentment she had gathered in her life and in the studio, "Ridiculous! Will my ancestors, who have passed down their bloodlines from generation to generation by their own labor and efforts, be they any worse than those nobles who have no power but boast of their bloodlines? ”

Seeing Charles's somewhat embarrassed look, Miss Banker smiled slightly and slowed down.

"Mr. Treville, I'm not talking about you, don't mind."

"Actually, I don't mind." Charles replied.

"If you think I'm complaining to you. Then you're wrong. Even though half of the people in this studio hated me and despised me, I was proud of myself for being beyond their talents. Whether it's in terms of painting skills or intelligence. My father proved one thing with his life's accomplishments: that talented people are inherently supposed to be above the heads of the mundane, not by poor blood. I adore my father, and I never shy away from that. Lola stared at Charles with some interest, "And you, you're a smart man, we've said it a long time ago." ”

"Fortunately, at least not so stupid as to be ruined by your father." Charles glanced at the other with a slight mockery, "Should I be glad for this?" ”

Under this blatant ridicule, Lola's face did not show any embarrassment, or even any embarrassment, which made Charles secretly sigh that this daughter of Baron Beauwang had really inherited her father's banker style.

"It's just an unfortunate accident, isn't that exactly what we want to fix now?" She looked at the bustling crowd in the distance, and seemed thoughtful, "Besides, I was about to rescue Fran at the time, but I could only hint because I couldn't say it explicitly......"

"Huh? What do you mean. Charles was a little confused.

"Presumably your sister didn't tell you, I found her several times, and hinted to her that if something happens in the future, she will come to me, and then I can help her quietly." Lola replied in a low voice.

Although it seemed a little strange, Charles intuitively knew that what she said was true, and she had no need to tell such a lie that Charles would get a result by asking.

However, because of this, Charles felt even more confused.

"Are you going to help her?"

"Isn't that obvious? Isn't your sister a talented person, very sweet-looking, and most importantly, never looking at us with such a ridiculous gaze, even though her surname is Treville? Lola's answer was even more unexpected than Charles, "But fortunately, judging from Zuihou's results, you solved the problem directly, and you don't need to bother me to help, isn't it all a very good result?" ”

Charles was made to laugh and cry by this answer, this eldest lady is really ......

Obviously, for some reason, she planned to help Fran when she was in trouble, and as for whether the others died or not, she didn't bother to care. And her biggest reason turned out to be that Fran Ping, who was born in a famous family, treated her politely and never behaved properly......

The bourgeoisie's pride in its own abilities and present position, and the hidden admiration and jealousy of the aristocracy hidden in its heart, were wonderfully mixed in this girl, and they were so integrated that they did not seem abrupt at all.

Well, it's still a girl after all. Charles secretly smiled bitterly.

…………

After talking to Lola, Charles sent his sister to the carriage, and just as he was about to leave, he noticed that his sleeve had been gently pulled a few times.

"Fran, what's the matter?"

"Brother, when are you going home?" Fran looked up at her brother with anticipation in her eyes.

"It's coming, it's coming." Charles reached out and gently patted his sister's head. (To be continued......)

PS: PS: There are a lot of things at work today, and I've been very busy, so I can only change it today.

PS2: I have to write a character card for my boss and torture him more than three times......