The climate in country F is always tepid.

In early summer, there are no cicadas, and the French plane trees, whose branches and leaves are still green, stand alone on both sides of the road.

Most of the pedestrians on the street are exquisitely dressed, even a gray-haired lady wears the brightest lipstick, a camel-colored top hat, and just the right smile, revealing a bit of ingenuity.

This is, the fashion capital.

In the depths of the sycamores, near the Avenue des Champs, there is a glass house that often attracts pedestrians.

The exquisite and transparent world is like the aesthetics of the aesthetic predator Archer.

But from the outside, you can only see your own reflection.

Lonely and lonely.

Next to the wide street, there is a huge LED screen, scrolling with the new popular colors of the season.

This is followed by their names.

The moon is white, and the stars are blue.

Pedestrians stopped to admire and watched these two colors appear on fashion runways, in the seasonal products of major brands, and on the tall and high-looking supermodels.

It looks pure and hazy, high-class and dreamy.

I don't know what kind of fashion craze it will set off.

"Sure enough, it's the color he will pick."

The woman who spoke put her fingertips on her chin and casually glanced at the content on the LED screen.

On the glass house, there is a platform, and a few creepers are lazily hanging by the wall, adding a bit of vitality, which is incompatible with the deserted feeling outside.

The man sitting next to him, dressed in a pastel plain shirt and fiddling with a pot of bluegrass, heard her say this.

As if inadvertently reminded, "His recent paintings have a somewhat somber style. ”

To be exact, it is mixed with acidity.

Qianwan raised her eyebrows, raised her hand to pick up a cup of tea, and took a sip, "Maybe I want to go back to China." ”

"Maybe."

Archer smiled and added two tea leaves to the teapot, "Aren't you just thinking about my tea?" ”

Qianwan leaned back, glanced at him, and flew a knife, "I seem to have asked you many times." ”

If only you could buy it.

Aunts and grandmothers don't have to run every once in a while.

Where did this Archer get the tea, it's mysterious.

Archer put the scissors down and smiled at her.

His facial features are deep and handsome, and his smile is gentle, like a gentleman with thoughtful court etiquette in the royal family of country F.

Qianye felt that he was laughing deliberately.

He poured two sips of tea with a cold face.

Putting the empty teacup on the table, he stood up, "I'm back." ”

Archer was stunned, "So early? ”

Qianwan nodded, "He was invited to give a lecture today, so I had to come over." ”

"Are you still here these days?"

Qianwan frowned and shook her head, "The office has all cases, and you want me to help, and it is estimated that this month will not be idle." ”

After speaking, he walked out, remembered something, and turned his head to look at him, "Remember to call me when the flower blooms." ”

Archer smiled and agreed.

When she went out, her eyes gradually dimmed, and she looked at the potted plants on the table and sighed shallowly.

"You're always ...... like this"

This is bluegrass, which has no flowers in this life.

……

Qianwan drove the car into the garage, walked out with her bag, and saw people standing in front of her house waiting.

Hooked lips chuckled.

Bai Ge greeted her, leaned over to her cheek and kissed her, "Baby, you're finally back." ”

Qianwan glanced at him coldly, "Your lecture is only three hours." ”

This doll is really ......

Why is it getting more and more clingy?

Bai Ge snapped his fingers and stared at her with some grievances, "It's obviously three and a half hours, where have you been, I just received a speeding fine ......"

The voice disappeared into the death gaze of a thousand nights.

Bai Ge watched her quickly enter the house with a desire to cover up, as if she was evading the matter of answering the speeding fine.

The pet-doting smiled, and his eyes touched his lips sultryly.

He also strode in.

The living room is covered with rose petals that stretch all the way to the bedroom, and the dining table is lined with a few delicate begonias.

The atmosphere of romance spreads.

Qianwan reached out and picked up a card on the table, and then was suddenly hugged from behind by a smiling man.

His voice was gentle and delicate, as if it had torn through time and space.

"Ah Wan, I love you."

That card reads......

"To my only wife."

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