Renoir comes back and sees what the little fool is doing sitting on the grass?

Jing Yuanshan, hehe, didn't do anything.

The man was in a commotion, which rich woman was stuffed with sauce? As long as he wants, he can be a rich woman.

Renoir was going to pull her up.

Don't worry, Jing Yuanshan played a game.

Everyone can avoid taxes, Jing Yuanshan, like many people, why not go into the pit? As long as I don't suffer, the dead friends will not die in the poor.

It's really pleasant, and I don't know that the European Emperor is coming, and he swept more than one billion EUR.

Renoir sat beside her, not quite understanding and not knowing how much he was worth.

Jing Yuanshan kissed him, even if he sold him, he was a rich woman.

Renoir sees that she is quite rich and thinks he is useful? She herself is not very convenient.

She didn't have a psychological burden to sell him, Jing Yuanshan was still soft-hearted, and she stopped when she got two billion.

Renoir pondered, he had 10 billion, no loss, and 2 billion? It's all a bit square.

Jing Yuanshan kissed it, and heaven walked sideways.

That's who I don't go to hell, right? If you want to kill him, you must first integrate into him, stop, don't have such dangerous thoughts.

Darkness will definitely exist, as long as there is still some order, Jing Yuanshan doesn't want to bear the consequences.

Breaking the old order and establishing a new order is bound to be tragic, and a bad one will be shattered.

Renoir looked at her and knew to stop.

Of course, her goal is to be a hundred years old with him, and it is also a sin to have too much money.

In the end, it is not so clean, and it is reasonable to dare to use it. So, there was some money she didn't ask for.

Pack up, Renoir looks at the little fool, nothing has changed.

Jing Yuanshan can't help it, someone is probably like this, and his nature is difficult to change? Do you want to go back and make a baby?

Renoir pulled her back.

Jing Yuanshan cleaned up herself first, and the grass was not dirty, and it was not suitable for the house.

Renoir also cleaned up, becoming more and more handsome.

Jing Yuanshan was at his door.

Renoir was at his door, and the two were across the aisle.

The maid avoided it, and Sarah was outside for a long time anyway, so she should have cleaned up. These two are slowly sassy.

Renoir said, "Hi. ”

Jing Yuanshan asked, "Did you just move here?" ”

"I've been staying here and went out in the morning," Renoir said. ”

Jing Yuanshan said: "I thought you just moved here." ”

Renoir asked, "Would you like to move in?" ”

Jing Yuanshan shook her head: "Forget it, I'm still used to living alone." ”

Renoir stepped forward and hugged her, how could she get used to being alone? How can a person have a baby?

Jing Yuanshan hugged his waist, his head was in his arms, and the two of them had no baby.

If she hadn't given birth to two, she would have suspected that something was wrong with her.

Renoir picked her up and went over there for afternoon tea.

Jing Yuanshan put her arms around his neck, she was actually not light, she hugged it so easily, if the rich woman was too heavy, she couldn't hold it.

Hug the beauty, you must be beautiful and good-looking, otherwise the painting style is more spicy.

The rose garden is very large, with a table on the side, a pot of tea, and a plate of desserts, and you are drunk to watch.

Jing Yuanshan sat down and started eating, she was really a little hungry.

Renoir was in a mood for dessert.

When the sun goes down under the woods, the sky is at its most beautiful, so it's no wonder that painters love to paint.

Heaven and earth are the biggest secrets, what can a little money be?

Another plate of desserts, Mont Blanc is also a classic, and the mousse cake is also a classic.

Jing Yuanshan pondered and understood the meaning.

No matter how delicious the dessert is, it can't be eaten as a meal.

It's like a snack. Or eat rice noodles. Try it, you have to eat something else for dinner.

Or, adults are not like children, and they want another snack time, so they have an afternoon tea.

Children can eat as much as they want, and adults have limited time, so the arrangement is more stylish.

Although the afternoon tea was made by a group of rich and idle people at the beginning, it was good to sit down and rest for a while after a busy day.

Drinking tea is actually one thing, a laid-back atmosphere.

Renoir saw that she had eaten well, and she would not be able to eat any more, and she would not be able to eat dinner.

Jing Yuanshan wants to eat seafood salad at night. Tuna rolls, salmon custard.

Renoir kissed her on the mouth and wanted to eat anything.

Jing Yuanshan didn't ask what he liked to eat.

Renoir likes to eat her, and her mouth is sweet, those desserts, and there is a smell of tea.

Jing Yuanshan felt that the taste was slightly heavy.

It seems that Renoir can be a little lighter, and when he is happy, he will eat this and that, and if he is not happy, he will definitely have no appetite.

Renoir's appetite was also good, looking at her face and kissing her.

Although it was etiquette, he didn't want others to kiss her face, so he was unreasonable. So, it's good to be at home.

Jing Yuanshan got up, moved activities, and prepared for a big dinner in the evening. Isn't it just to eat?

Renoir took her by the hand, although not to the old man and the old lady, until she was old.

There are some old trees here, more than 500 years old, and they have not been pruned, compared to the primeval forest.

What's even more interesting is that next door, next to here, is also a primeval forest. The boundary between the two sides is under the tree.

If you want to say that such a big place and climb over the wall, you can't stop it. How many people have to guard it? But now the monitoring is also very useful.

What can ordinary people do when they turn in? Close to the castle, a lawn, float past?

Generally, I won't fight too much, that's a provocation to Franco's father.

The bodyguards are centered on the castle and supervise the surroundings.

Speaking of knightly skills, hunting is one. It's similar to autumn hunting and wintering, right? This is basically the process of human development.

Several woods are connected, hunting is not enough, some castles are large, referring to the castle attached to the place is large, hunting is a very hi thing, reflecting bravery.

There's a castle over there, and it seems to have thirty hectares of woods, and some animals are deliberately raised.

Jing Yuanshan thought it would be good to be able to pick up mushrooms under the tree.

When I came back, it was getting dark.

In the back, next to the corridor, there are not many trees and flowers, but they are beautiful to look at.

In fact, the middle area is not big, and if you remove the steps on a few sides, it will be two acres.

The fountain in the middle is very lively.

The front room、The back door、The steps that come out are relatively wide、It is repaired, and it is beautiful to sit on the steps。

Had dinner.

The lights of the castle are on, and there is enough light on this lawn.

Jing Yuanshan came out with the guqin and practiced her hands.

The evening breeze blows the clouds in the sky, and the castle is French, but also artistic conception.

The sound of the piano is quaint, and the castle surrounded by a circle seems to have some kind of echo effect.

Those who worked in the castle had nothing to do after dinner, and they all gathered nearby to listen to the piano.

Jing Yuanshan read a lot of piano scores, but Ms. Liu Daozhen played the piano.

It's not that Jing Yuanshan can't get along with her, is it a taboo, and those who don't want her to die more?

There are really kills coming in.

Zhu Xuan, Zhu Yuan, excited to death.

The ones hired by Renoir, speechless.

It's all gone, and the sound of the piano hasn't fluctuated here.

Renoir sat there and didn't move. He doesn't have to deal with the police.

Jing Yuanshan thought to herself, if she came to Sima Yi, she could climb to the roof and bomb.

Words have to be practiced, and the piano must also be practiced.

The practice is familiar, and the sound of the piano is smoother and more atmospheric.

Renoir just saw that she wasn't murderous.

Why be murderous, the canopy will be wiped out between talking and laughing, and the cannon fodder and the mastermind behind the scenes will say goodbye.