My impression of Switzerland is this, a small hill country between Germany and France, there is a Rolex, but this has nothing to do with me. Some international organizations are even more irrelevant to me. The most intuitive thing for me is their delicious chocolate. As for having a Swiss boyfriend who tastes as good as Swiss chocolate, I never dreamed of it. To be honest, I don't know any Swiss people other than Andre, and I have no idea what kind of people they are.

André told me that Perrin had an English surname, that his grandfather was an Englishman who had done business in Switzerland and married a local girl, and that his grandmother was from German-speaking Switzerland. His mother was an Italian immigrant from the Italian-speaking region. He met his father at the school where they were learning French. The breadth of their family's language made me dizzy. Andrei said he didn't even know it was his native language. He said that his parents spoke French, his father's mother tongue was German, and of course his father's English was excellent, thanks to his English father, who didn't speak French. André's mother is a native Italian speaker. In a country where one more language means $1,000 more in employment, it seems that learning a foreign language is the main job of every child. Perhaps because his grandfather was British, André said he barely felt like he was learning a foreign language when he was learning English. He said that if foreign languages were counted, English and French would be considered foreign languages, and Italian and German would be considered mother tongues. Later I found out that he used to alternate German, French and Italian in bed, and used English when swearing. The only way to communicate with me was Russian, which he was not good at.

Perhaps Switzerland has a wide range of exchanges with the world, and some Swiss people are very arrogant. They hate vanity and strive for quality. So the notion of some superficial vulgar forces is relatively little in their minds. That is to say, if you want to conquer the Swiss, you need to show strength, and he will not be frightened by the false name of the United States and Russia.

I don't know if it's the Latin quality of André, but from his rational and old-fashioned appearance, it's hard to imagine his inner Romeo-like impulse. I sometimes think that his genes are really conflicting.

Andrey's affection for me sometimes surprises me. To be honest, I'm not really a girl with princess disease. But since I was with Andrei, he started to nurture me.

Although I am also Chinese, my parents are not very good at eating, so my requirements for what to eat are much lower than those of ordinary Chinese. Perhaps Andrei believed Wang Dong's words. Andrei seems to care more about what I like to eat than I do about myself.

Once, Andrei was cooking in the kitchen, and I wanted to go and see what he was doing. His black neighbor was frying a steak when a drop of oil crashed into my face, and I saw Andre jump up and ask me if it hurt, and looked back at the black classmate viciously. He was so frightened that he quickly apologized. When I saw Andre like that, I felt that the place where the oil was splashed was hot, but I was afraid that he would turn his face with that classmate, so I didn't dare to touch it with my hands. I told him it was fine, it didn't hurt! Andrei said, don't run to the kitchen if you're fine. This is not where you come from!

A chef was a guest at Jin Li's house, and I said that I like to eat live fish, but I can't cook it myself. He said you buy it, and I'll teach you how to do it. Andre and I went to several stores, but we couldn't buy live fish, and I wanted to go back, but Andre insisted on going further afield. When I got there, I found that there was none. He asked the store manager where he could get it. The manager told him to go to a large market west of Moscow and ask where it might be. To be honest, I already regret coming to this store, I really have no appetite for fish now. I want to go back, but Andre said worriedly, we can't buy it this time, he doesn't know when he will come again, if you want to eat it, I won't do it, so when will you be able to eat it? I told him. You don't want to eat fish for three years from now, don't worry.

Andrei saw the method of making ice cream described in the magazine. He bought all kinds of melons and fruits, and made me eight or nine flavors of ice cream and put them in the refrigerator for me to eat.

I often smug myself and think, who says it's bad to get a foreign boyfriend?

You see, my Andre is not only excellent at kissing and top-notch in bed, but also pleasing my stomach!!