As expected, a faint milky taste.

Before he could reminisce, the girl's arm suddenly raised and hit him in the face with one hand, Xu was aware that this time, instead of pushing away the cheeky guy who was on her face, she cried out in a half-asleep voice: "Brother Qinghan! Take Ah Fei away! It's licking my face again!"

The young man's upright body half-kneeling on the ground stiffened slightly, his handsome face slowly raised, his blue eyes narrowed dangerously, his thin lips opened lightly, and he spit out four Chinese characters from his mouth: "qinghan...... gege?”

……

The girl who was sleeping contentedly hadn't opened her eyes yet, but raised her hand and rubbed her sleepy eyes, and a low greeting from a young man came from the side, "Awake?"

Jian Han sat on the quilt and looked to the side, seeing that Leo Hard was still maintaining her bedtime position, holding a book in his hand, leaning on the sofa, sensing her gaze, his blue eyes behind the lenses were raised, and he smiled at her.

With the same bright smile, Jian Han spontaneously got up from the sofa, folded the blanket neatly, and subconsciously looked out of the porthole: "Have you arrived?"

Leohard put down the book in his hand, stood up, walked to her, took the initiative to pull up the curtain of the porthole, and a brilliant and boundless night view of the city appeared at her feet, he also looked at this beautiful night scene, and said softly: "It's coming." ”

In her memoirs many years later, she wrote truthfully about today's experience, and at the end of the chapter, she made a concluding statement with emotion: Every time, when I thought that this was all that Mr. Leohard had given me, he would always come up with a new surprise, making me, yes, open my mouth and only say "O-", a monosyllabic word.

Yes, Jian Han thought that this pure black, silent sailing in the night sky, in just a few hours, took her and Leohard from the American continent to Europe on a private jet, which was already a miracle, but she didn't expect that when she stepped off the plane, she could see another miracle-

A carriage!

A black four-wheeled carriage from the European Middle Ages!

Two maroon horses were unwilling to be lonely in front of them, their hooves were shaved, their heads were snorted, and on the carriage seat, the coachman with a small bowler hat put his right hand on the brim of his hat, nodded to her, and opened his mouth in an authentic London dialect: "Good evening, ma'am." ”

As he spoke, he turned on the oil lamps on both sides of the carriage, and the dim light was not so much to illuminate the road as to give pedestrians a sign to identify and avoid.

Behind him, is the pinnacle of modern high-tech, transoceanic private jets, in front of him, is the first choice for medieval travel, four-wheeled carriages, Jian Han instantly has a sense of time and space chaos.

Seeing that the girl's eyes were wide open, her mouth was half open, and she was looking at the carriage in front of her blankly, Leohard was in a good mood, he deliberately approached her, and whispered in her ear, "How is it?"

Jian Han came back to his senses suddenly, glanced at Leohard with admiration, and spit out a simple word from his mouth: "COOL!"

A low laugh came, the young man's chest rose and fell slightly, Leohard strode forward, crossed Jian Han, opened the door on the side of the carriage first, stretched out his right hand, and looked at the petite girl in front of him with a smile.

Jian Han didn't hesitate at all, and directly put her hand on his outstretched right hand, the latter's palm came with a steady stream of warmth, her slender five fingers folded, held his palm, and jumped into the carriage with the help of his support.

Leohard quietly withdrew his right hand, closed the door with his left hand, clenched his right hand into a fist behind him, and his five fingers subconsciously tightened, and his palm seemed to have the soft touch of the girl's fingers.

With the sound of the coachman's whip, the carriage ran triumphantly.

……

Wolf irritably pulled the neat tie that was tied up, and slapped his hands on the steering wheel fiercely, hell Paris, hell traffic jams, it's already nine o'clock in the evening, and it's still so badly blocked!

Even if he has an annual salary of one million, even if he drives a low-key and luxurious Bugatti car, he still has no privileges in front of the long traffic jam.

Seeing that the long convoy ahead showed no signs of moving, he exhaled a long breath and simply brought the briefcase that had been thrown on the passenger seat, ready to deal with official business first.

He had just unscrewed the secret button of his briefcase, and a black shadow flashed from the corner of his eye, his hand froze, and he raised his head angrily, damn it! There are always privileged classes who want to take shortcuts! I drove the car onto the sidewalk!

In the next second, his hand froze in the air, and the documents he had just taken out were scattered in the carriage page by page, oh my God, what did he see!

A carriage!

A four-wheeled carriage in the Middle Ages in Europe, which can only be seen in retro TV dramas or oil paintings, is completely black!

The two maroon horses have been professionally trained in etiquette at a glance, and they are not in a hurry when they run, their heads are held high, and there is only one hoof sound when their four feet fall, which is full of rhythm.

Pedestrians on the sidewalk stopped one after another, showing the same ghostly expression as him, and looked at the black four-wheeled carriage in amazement, like a ghost at midnight, silently crossing the long river of time and arriving at the bustling city streets.

Wolf didn't bother with the papers that fell at his feet, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and hurriedly turned on the camera, pointed at the four-wheeled carriage that was gradually moving away, and recorded wildly.

He made the same move, in the long traffic jam, countless windows were pulled down, and the drivers who were blocked with anger.

So, on this day, the major news websites in France were shocked by the mysterious carriage on the streets of Paris, and the headlines exploded.

At this time, the two guests in the carriage were just enjoying the night view of Paris with a calm face, Jian Han looked at the long queue of traffic jams with some novelty, and couldn't help but turn around and complain: "I thought that only we in China would be stuck in traffic!" ”

Leohard shrugged his shoulders and raised a finger to point above the carriage: "Unless you can fly, the whole world is the same." ”

Jian Han: "......"

I almost forgot that this guy not only has a private jet for long-distance travel, but also a helicopter for short-distance transfers!

Well, even if you go out of the United States, there are four-wheeled carriages that can ride on the sidewalk!

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but ask, "Sir, is your carriage not in accordance with the regulations when it travels like this?" ”

Leohard glanced at her meaningfully, the corners of his lips were hooked, and the dimples on his right cheek were faintly visible, so that he was a little more cute in his handsomeness, and said in a mischievous tone: "This is a new lesson I am going to teach you." ”