The night was as cool as water, the inky blue curtain was spread overhead, and under the lights were the shining lights of the cars lining up in the road.

When Zuo Anning arrived in Paris, it was already nightfall. Since the showdown with Fang Yishui outside Zuo's house that day, she went straight to the airport the next day, and the nearly twenty-hour journey had already exhausted her.

When checking into the hotel, she unexpectedly saw a back that looked like Fang Yishui, but she only had time to take a look, and soon the other party stepped into the elevator, causing her to have no way to immediately confirm whether it was Fang Yishui.

They only met during the day yesterday, and her decision to come to France was also made on an ad hoc basis last night, and the temporary booking of the ticket, according to common sense, unless Fang Yishui was following her, how could he appear in the same place as her?

She went back to the guest room with such doubts, reported safety to her family and girlfriends, and fell asleep.

The next morning, the sun was shining outside the window of the guest room, and the light refracted through the glass window was filled with tiny dust.

After a simple washing and tidying up, Zuo Anning went out according to the French free travel strategy that Gu Jiawei found for herself, and when she came to the restaurant on the second floor of the hotel, she overheard a familiar voice, and as she approached, this familiarity became stronger and stronger.

She was stunned for half a second, and subconsciously wanted to turn around and dodge, but as soon as she turned around and was about to take a step, she was pulled by someone behind her, and pulled back, and her shoulder hit the other party's chest.

"What are you running?" There was a faint smile hidden in his deep voice.

Zuo Anning's back was slightly cold, and he raised his head slightly to stare at Fang Yishui, who was smiling at him calmly, suppressing the shock and questions in his heart, "Why are you here?" ”

Fang Yishui tilted his head, and the shallow smile on his lips seemed to spread, "What do you say?" ”

"You're stalking me?"

A hint of displeasure flashed in Zuo Anning's eyes, and he put away his cynical smile, "Am I so idle?" I'm ......."

Just as he was about to explain, a tall man with black curly hair next to him came over and beckoned to him, smiling elegantly and asking, "Monsieur, quiest-elle?" (Sir, who is she?) Your girlfriend? ）”

Zuo Anning heard that she didn't understand French at all, and couldn't help but want to turn her head curiously to take a look, but was pressed on the top of her head by Fang Yishui's hand, and the force on her hand was not too big, just to stop her from turning her head.

She wanted to wave his hand away dissatisfiedly, but out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Fang Yishui and nodded, and then listened to him speak fluent French, the pace was neither fast nor slow, making it difficult to capture his emotions.

After talking to the French man for a few words, Fang Yishui suddenly put down the hand that was pressing on the top of her head, turned his arms around her shoulders to face the French man, and said the shortest words, and then the French man set his eyes on her.

"What did you tell him?" Zuo Anning tilted her head in confusion, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse that the Frenchman was no longer looking at her, but the hostility at that moment still made her unable to let go.

Fang Yishui raised his eyebrows, and did not answer her question immediately, but exchanged a few more words with the French man, and it was not until the French man left that he slowly replied: "What do you think I can say?" ”

"I know the hell about you." Zuo Anning rolled his eyes at him, and then glared at him with suspicion, "He shouldn't be the ex you found after me, right?" ”