Wang Jin didn't say anything for a meal, just eating steak with his head bored, he didn't know what to say, he didn't understand France's famous monuments, myths and legends, poignant love stories, and more importantly, he wouldn't play hooligan...... Bah! It's flirting.

Elena was anxious, so she had to take the initiative to talk about the countries she had traveled abroad over the years, the scenery around the world, who she had seen, which country had the best environment, where the treatment was very poor, where the scenic spots were the best, and where the food was very delicious......

Oh, Yelena said a lot, but only her love story didn't tell, like London love story, New York love story, Tokyo love story, oh...... There is also the ongoing love story of the magic capital now...... In these stories, she will spend a month of perfect love here, no more, no less than a month, not one more day, one more day may be in danger, no less day, one less day will seem imperfect......

A lot of time passed, and in the middle of the night, the steak was finished, and the two bottles of 96 Lafite were also drunk, and Xiao Tangerine Xiaoyue ate the steak and drank two small cups of Lafite, got drunk, and climbed back to Wang Jin's hood and fell asleep.

Yelena's red wine is not bad, after all, she is a person who often drinks, but at this time she is also half-drunk, her face is red, her starry eyes are like water, her charming posture is revealed, her watery eyes are holding her cheeks and looking at Wang Jin, the more she looks, the more she feels that this chance encounter has an indescribable charm with a mysterious temperament with a cat China BOY, half-drunk, she is very bold, stands up, and stretches out the back of her hand to Wang Jin, yes, it is the kind of picture in the British gentleman's movie, the woman stretches out the back of her hand, and the man half-kneels to take the back of her hand and kiss it gently.

Oh, this scene, even the foreign language master waiter who had been serving not far away couldn't help but be jealous.

Envy, jealousy, hatred! Such a superb French chick was soaked in a turtle, and it was an active courtship? OMG! Envy the dead. This is what the waiter says to himself.

Didn't Wang Jin understand what Yelena meant? He understands, the love movies he watches, including regular and irregular small movies, have such plots, and if he doesn't understand it, he is not an earth man, but will he accept it?

sighed softly, it was impossible for him not to be moved, such a superb, such a beautiful French girl, not very old, 27, only two years older than him, it was a young lady who was two years older, with a devilish body, round buttocks, firm C-grade pepper milk, enlarged breasts and thin waist, and infinite charm, she was the pinnacle of women, the most beautiful and mature best woman.

With such a woman, which man is not willing to kiss Fang Ze and dance all night?

As long as it's a vulgar man, you can't refuse, right?

But helplessly, Wang Jin is not a vulgar ordinary man, but a transcendent, a wizard, a man who bets his energy and beauty into an infinite future......

The most important thing is that he knows that the beautiful French lady in front of him, if she really becomes his woman, will definitely bring him a green grassland bigger than Hulunbuir in the near future, and a large number of grass and mud horses will gallop away on top of his head...... Don't blame her, it's called the romance of a French woman.

"Yelena, you've drunk too much."

The night is blurry, and the night wind is still cold, blowing the hearts of the hot and restless people are refreshing, and the hearts of the frustrated are slightly cold.

Wang Jin paid the bill for the gentleman, and did not say that the AA system was good, the amount was not low, just a bottle of Lafite in 96 was nearly 10,000 yuan, and he ate tens of thousands of yuan in one meal, which was in the past when there was no money, Wang Jin had to feel distressed for a year, and the 8-digit money in his hand was enough to live a luxurious life that 90% of men in China would envy.

The so-called money is not omnipotent, but no money is absolutely impossible, it is really not wrong at all, there is only one biggest benefit of financial freedom, which can avoid ninety percent of the troubles in this world because of money, but it is a little ridiculous that even if Wang Jin does not have a dime on his body, he will not have half of the troubles.

Now, he has a faint melancholy in his heart, melancholy that he can't meet such a superb French lady like an ordinary man, but he can't happily devote himself to a romantic love story that is destined not to last long.

Yelena was half drunk, or pretending to be drunk, leaning on Wang Jin's shoulder, until Wang Jin warmly arranged everything, found a safe and reliable high-end hotel, opened a room, put her lightly on the bed, pulled the sheet and covered it gently.

Under the slightly dim light of the hotel, Yelena, who was lying on her side, showed the most bewitching figure of a woman, I don't know when she was half bare, her lips were reflective and shiny, her eyes were blurred, and she was humming softly moaning, as if she was crying, as if she was summoning, as if she was tempting.

But everything was useless, Wang Jin stood by the bed, the corners of her mouth grinned slightly, caressing Yelena's hair and forehead like a cat, and finally seemed to hesitate, her index finger lightly touched her lips, tapped twice, like a pure dragonfly kiss, and then turned away without hesitation.

"Good night, Yelena."

He turned and walked straight away, when a muffled questioning voice came.

"Why? Don't you like me? ”

Wang Jin turned his back to her and paused.

"No, I like you, but, I guess my woman will only have one man, and you won't have only one man."

"I'm selfish, and I want the woman I like to be selfish to me too."

There was a dead silence, and Elena seemed to be out of breath and did not speak again.

Wang Jin was satisfied with his answer, tilted his head back slightly, and nodded.

"Good night, Elena."

With a casual flick of her fingers, in the angle that Yelena couldn't see, a wisp of pale silver magic entered her forehead, because Wang Jin's words made her realize what an unclean woman she was who had been pursuing a love story all these years, and the sadness that arose from this quietly dissipated under this wisp of magic, and she fell asleep, asleep, until the deep night enveloped her, until Wang Jin's footsteps disappeared into this room.

After waking up the next day, she will not forget this memory, but she will forget many details, she will forget the heartbeat of this day, the sadness, and the sadness of the last awakening, she will only remember the various embarrassments when she met a turtle Chinese boy.

This is Wang Jin's last blessing for this affair, the magical blessing of a wizard apprentice, washing her heart and soul.

Lest she have suicidal thoughts because of grief, the romantic and sensual French woman, no, all such women, can easily go to the point of grief and suicide.

She will wake up tomorrow, as if she is a different person, she will become clean, maybe she will travel everywhere, but she will no longer pursue 'a month of passionate love story', maybe she will return to her hometown when she is tired, and find someone she thinks can really love him to marry.

Oh, a French man who wants to come romantic, and a French woman who is willing to accept the return of a romantic prodigal girl......

is also like a tired goddess and a spare tire man who has no regrets......

Really, the former and the latter are not easy, one needs to be enlightened, the other needs to be firm, not everyone can be a goddess, and not everyone can be a spare tire man.

The complexity of human nature is really tiring.

Leaving overnight, after Wang Jin returned home, after putting down the little orange and small moon, he meditated alone in the night, the experience of this day made him realize a lot, the efficiency of meditation far exceeded the past, the stars over the heart lake were like rain, that was the turmoil of the mind, perception, self-soul washing under the comprehension, in this case, meditation is no longer enough to call it meditation, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is half enlightened.

This is probably one of the most primitive cultivation methods in the practice of ancient wizards, Guandao, and Tiandao, so rough and unpredictable, and a bit of an epiphany in Xiuzhen.

In fact, they are all just the cultivation of increasing the wisdom of light, and there is no distinction between Chinese and Western, and there is no distinction between witches and Taoists.