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Cyril exhaled a long breath: "Alright, now wait for the old man of my family to come!" ”

Jian Han blinked and exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Hey, hey!" Have you forgotten something? ”

Cyril was stunned: "What? ”

Roy on the side also looked confused, he even raised his right hand, and his fingers curled up: "The clothes are told to Ryan to get them, and the seafood risotto is almost ready, by the way, I'm afraid that in the next two meals, we will all have to eat Spanish seafood risotto!" ”

"Your makeup is also set, what are we missing?"

Jian Han spread out his hands and smiled mischievously: "I don't speak Spanish yet!" ”

Roy and Cyril were stunned at the same time, and then several people laughed together, Cyril slapped his forehead again and again, really, how could he even forget the most important thing!

No matter how realistic Jane's role is, no matter how realistic the environment is restored, he can't speak a word of Spanish, what to use to advise his father? In Mandarin?!

The old man of his family is stubborn and refuses to learn even half a sentence of English except Spanish.

Cyril smiled, coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and said gently, "So, where do we start—"

He calculated in his heart that now the situation was that the exam was coming soon, and the textbook had not yet been turned over, and it was obviously too late to start learning the most basic alphabet.

Or, write your lines, translate them into Spanish, and let Jane memorize them?

But Daddy is not an actor and won't cooperate, if he says something, Jane doesn't understand it at all, and still says fixed lines, and finally the chicken talks with the duck, won't it be a goof?

After thinking about it, Cyril suddenly found that the language level was actually quite tricky.

Then, before he even realized it, his head had turned to Jian Han accurately, as if this young girl had given him extraordinary confidence - no matter what kind of problem was put into her hands, she would have a way to solve it!

Jian Han blinked, "I think, I only need to learn three Spanish." ”

Cyril was stunned, Roy's eyes widened instantly, and he stammered and asked, "Three, three is enough?" ”

Jian Han stretched out his right index finger and shook it: "No, no, of course it's not enough, I still need one more thing." ”

……

The eldest son has not yet sobered up, making him quite passive, and many of the original alliances have now adopted a wait-and-see attitude, if he can't catch Cyril back, the rebel, it is estimated that someone will be ready to move.

Hmph, although he will kill any idiot who dares to challenge Daddy's authority, it is also unpleasant to be stared at by a swarm of flies.

What's more, the Medici family has extended an olive branch to him, and if he does well, his career will be further expanded.

Thinking of this, old Garcia's face became more and more gloomy, and his right hand holding the cigar flicked the cigarette ash impatiently, and asked dissatisfiedly, "How long will it take?" ”

The driver is also an old brother who has followed him for many years, but he is not afraid of his face, Wen Yan glanced at him from the rearview mirror, and said with a smile: "It's very fast, at our speed, when we get to that castle, it's just in time for lunch, and I don't know what little Cyril will prepare for us." ”

Old Garcia snorted coldly: "What will he prepare for us to eat, maybe the others have already run away!" ”

The driver laughed: "This kid likes to hide and seek since he was a child, but the child is still a good child, I still remember, every time he sees us, his face is ugly, but he will take off his hat and salute, and then one uncle and one uncle call over." ”

Although Cyril is a rebel, how old Garcia looks at it is not pleasing to the eye, but other people's praise, he is still very useful, his expression is softened, but his mouth is still tough: "He is half as good as his brother, I am thankful!" ”

The driver whistled and looked at old Garcia again with a smile, not ready to debunk how the hard-mouthed old brother had carefully hung Cyril's photograph of the award-winning photo on the wall behind his desk.

The convoy quickly stopped in front of the castle, and the four doors of the two black Mercedes Benzes in front and behind opened at the same time, and eight bodyguards in black suits came down, surrounding the middle car, and the old Garcia pushed the door and got out of the car.

Someone had already gone to ring the doorbell, and the people in the castle seemed to be prepared, although no one greeted them, the gates of the castle slowly opened to both sides.

Old Garcia sneered, and the staff of civilization in his hand pointed forward, "Go!" ”

The driver's uncle was dressed casually, whistled and followed him, and the bodyguards skillfully surrounded him, blocking every possible dead end.

After entering the fence and seeing the red roses all over the mountain, old Garcia sneered, "This bastard will find a good place." ”

Uncle Driver nodded with a smile: "Not bad, not bad!" Little Cyril has a much better eye than you! ”

It is estimated that few people will plant cacti in their yards.

Halfway through, seeing that the castle was already close at hand, old Garcia suddenly slowed down and twitched his nose, "Do you smell something?" ”

Uncle Driver took a breath of satisfaction: "Little lamb chops!" Roasted sizzling, tender lamb chops! ”

Old Garcia's face was solemn: "No, it's not all grilled lamb chops-"

His voice paused, and then he suddenly quickened his pace again, and strode forward with a dull head.

Following the scent, he quickly approached a room at the back of the castle, and he unceremoniously pushed the door in, only to freeze the moment he saw the slender back in the rising smoke.

As if he was enchanted, he walked towards the figure step by step, but when he was still a meter away from her, he stopped, he didn't dare to make a sound, he didn't dare to raise his feet, for fear that the other party would turn around and tell him that everything was an illusion.

Just when he was holding his breath, the other party really turned around, the frying pan in her hand exuded a familiar and tempting aroma, and the moment she saw him, she called out in surprise: "Garcy-"

She raised her hand, motioned for him to sit down at the table, and quickly poured the freshly made seafood risotto into the plate and placed it in front of him, and in front of him, there was a roasted leg of lamb.

He picked up the fork and picked the leg of lamb with the fork with a trembling hand, and sure enough, the golden-brown and charred lamb was just covered with the bone stick, pretending that they were together.

He gulped down the paella, staring at the familiar face across the table without blinking, and she didn't say a word, always smiling and looking at him with extreme tenderness.

Her figure faded into his eyes.

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