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went up to the second floor, Fu Shiyu took Tang Xien straight to the innermost bedroom.

Seeing that he was familiar with the way, Tang Xien smiled: "Did you often come to France before?" ”

"I came more often when I was in the UK, and I didn't come much when I returned home." Fu Shiyu said, locking the door, "Which suitcase are my pajamas in?" ”

"The gray one."

"What about yours?"

"With yours."

Fu Shiyu pulled out the pajamas and bath towels of the two people, and despite Tang Xien's protest, he pulled her into the bathroom with half a push and half a shove.

When he came out an hour later, Tang Xien immediately rolled onto the bed, buried his face in the pillow, and didn't want to move.

Fu Shiyu stood in front of the dressing mirror and wiped his hair, crooked his face to observe his handsome face, wiped his hair, and poured moisturizing water on his face, hooking the corners of his lips to one side, smiling with satisfaction.

He lay on the bed, stretched his long legs across Tang Xien's waist, pulled up the quilt and covered the two of them.

Tang Xien's face was still buried in the pillow, and his voice was buzzing: "Stay away from me!" ”

Seeing that she was unhappy, he leaned over, but instead of comforting or coaxing her, he leaned into her ear and asked, "Now do you understand what sugar is?" ”

She raised her hand and pushed him away: "You are not afraid that eating too sweet will affect your health!" ”

He laughed, scooped her into his arms with his hands and feet, and after a while, he sighed: "No way, I'm old and sweet." ”

Hearing this, Tang Xien instantly jumped up like a fried kitten: "People are old and start to have a pure heart and few desires, the older you are, the more perverted you are!" ”

After speaking, he buried his face in the quilt again, pretending to cry.

He leaned over to reassure her: "What are you crying about?" ”

She complained: "Everyone is married to little fresh meat, and I am married to an old pervert...... Can I stop crying? ”

He laughed: "When you're old, it hurts." With that, he put his hands under her armpits and took her into his arms.

The two of them lay quietly on the bed, watching the sun set over Paris outside the window.

"I wish I lived to be eighty-five years old, so that we could get along for more than fifty years." Fu Shiyu said.

"Sure, you're so healthy, now you have even quit smoking, and you have lived to be more than ninety, proper. And whether you live long or not is also related to genetics. You can see how old your ancestors lived. ”

Fu Shiyu thought back to his grandfather who lived to be almost a hundred years old, and the Fu family had never had any serious illness within five generations, and he thought that he should live a long life.

Just thinking about it, Tang Xien suddenly burst into a wicked laugh: "But it's useless for you to live to eighty-five by yourself, I have to live to eighty before I can live with you for a long time." If I'm gone at the age of fifty, you'll have to live alone for thirty years. ”

"Why should I live alone for thirty years? I won't continue the strings, will I? ”

Tang Xien: "...... If it weren't for being here with your mother today, I would have taught you how to behave and speak in minutes. ”

Sensing that her tone was not upset, Fu Shiyu laughed a few times, hugged her tightly, and said, "Lie to you, if you are fifty gone, I will follow you." ”

"I believe you have ghosts."

"There are ghosts in this world! Trust me! ”

Seeing that he was talking nonsense, Tang Xien ignored him, broke out of his arms, and rolled to his place.

He grinned and leaned up, kissed her on the cheek, and asked, "Don't you believe there are ghosts in this world?" ”

"Then what the hell are you talking about?"

He propped himself on the bed with one hand, leaned over to look at her, and pinched her round cheek with the other hand and shook it left and right: "There is a clever ghost like you!" Cute to death! ”

Tang Xien: "...... And sand sculptors like you! ”

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Fu Shiyu made all kinds of sand sculptures in private, but as long as there was a third person present, he immediately looked like something.

Early the next morning, they followed Liang Shuyi to the "Poetry Group" in the 8th arrondissement northwest of Paris. The group is located on the Champs-Élysées, near the headquarters of many world-renowned luxury brands.

Liang Shuyi's women's clothing brand, Tang Xien knew Fu Shiyu, and he had learned a little about it. Although it is headquartered in Paris and often holds various shows, it may be because Liang Shuyi is Asian, and his vision and preferences are Asian, so this brand is mainly sold to Asia, and its popularity in Europe and America is actually average.

But the advantage of having money is that even if the brand is not well-known in France, its headquarters building is very magnificent and the resources are abundant, which makes it extremely closely connected with the fashion industry.

Just like now, one of the world's top wedding dress designers is sitting in Liang Shuyi's office, drinking tea and chatting with her about the next season's fashion trends.

Seeing them chatting, his eyes frequently looked at him, and Tang Xien, who was sitting on the other side with Fu Shiyu and choosing the fabric of the wedding dress, asked in a low voice, "Are they talking about me?" ”

Tang Xien doesn't understand French, so he can't understand what Liang Shuyi and the designer are talking about.

Fu Shiyu leaned into her ear and whispered: "The designer asked my mother why she didn't ask V to help you design a wedding dress, and my mother said that V's wedding dress is now worn by too many people, and many wedding dress shops buy V's wedding dress as the treasure of the town, and she doesn't want you to wear a wedding dress similar to people's style." And now this designer, although he is not as famous in Asia as V, the daughters of many celebrity politicians in Europe and the United States wear wedding dresses designed by him to get married, such as the only daughter of the former president of country M......"

Tang Xien glanced at Liang Shuyi and whispered: "So what do you think your mother means?" ”

Fu Shiyu stroked the back of her neck with one hand and pressed forward slightly, letting her get closer to herself: "I don't know what she means, but I know that everything she is doing now is to give you the best." You deserve the best. ”

This speech made Tang Xien happy, and his heart was instantly filled with a good impression of Liang Shuyi.

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Liang Shuyi finished greeting the designer, and the designer came over to chat with Tang Xien about the style of the wedding dress.

Tang Xien means that a set of wedding dresses is used to be worn during Western-style weddings during the day, and a set of toasting dresses is worn for wedding banquets held at night, a total of two sets.

Liang Shuyi, who was listening, said: "At that time, there will be one wedding and two wedding banquets, two for the Fu family and one for your mother's family, so it is best to have two sets of wedding dresses and two sets of toasting dresses." ”

Tang Xien smiled: "My mother's family is in the city, it's too far away, so I won't go back to the wedding banquet when the time comes." ”

Liang Shuyi: "It's not a ...... wandering city"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly thought that Tang Xien didn't know that her biological father was Teng Zhongqian, so she quickly stopped the topic. But it was too late, Fu Shiyu had already looked at her suspiciously, and motioned her to go out to talk with his eyes.

She patted Tang Xien on the shoulder and said in Chinese: "Be good, just make four sets." What you want, you tell the designer, he can speak English. ”

After speaking, she called Fu Shiyu, and the two mother and son went out together.

Closing the door of the conference room next door, Fu Shiyu opened the door and asked, "What did you mean just now?" What kind of sugar candy is the maiden one? ”

Liang Shuyi didn't answer and asked: "Do you plan to hold a wedding after Xiao Tang and Dean Teng recognize each other?" ”