It's Jiang Zun's voice!

How could it be him?

Qian Hao was frightened, but he didn't dare to breathe.

The wet hair, the water between the hair kept sliding down, dripping into the gap between her toes, and her toes couldn't help but curl up.

Jiang Zun outside the door, standing straight, bowing his head slightly, clasping the door with one hand, holding a cigarette in the other, he couldn't wait to open the door for a long time, he took his hand, took out his mobile phone and dialed out a group of mobile phone numbers, the hand holding the cigarette flicked the cigarette ash a few times, put it back to his lips, and smoked silently.

Qian Hao saw all this in his eyes, he was just too close to the door, and he took out his mobile phone and took a few steps back, and Qian Hao saw it clearly.

At this time, Jiang Zun looked up at the door, it was smoky, his face seemed to be covered with a cloud, in short, his face looked bad, especially after he couldn't get through to Jiang Qian's phone, his face was even worse.

What's important? Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to Jiang Qian so early, right?

But when did Jiang Zun come to Paris?

Through a door, Qian Hao's little brain was full of thoughts, bending over and paying attention to every move outside the door, like a thief, until Jiang Zun turned around and left, she immediately opened the door and ran back to her room, but the sound of opening and closing the door was not loud or small, Jiang Zun at the corner of the corridor took a few steps back, and looked sideways at the long corridor.

didn't look at anyone, but glanced at the slightly swaying feather tassel on the door frame of Qian Hao.

Qian Hao is always too anxious, Jiang Zun looks at it and leaves, who knows if he will turn back, looking at his face, there is something urgent, and if he can't keep it, he will find someone to open the door, who in the Jiang family doesn't know that Jiang Qian is sleeping and dying!

Qian Hao, who returned to his room, completely relaxed, took off his clothes as he walked, walked into the bathroom naked, and began to put hot water in the bathtub.

But Jiang Zun in the corridor really turned back, he knocked on Jiang Qian's door again, and there was also the door to see Qian Hao, but Qian Hao, who had already submerged his whole body in the bathtub, was not afraid to hear the knock on the door, he liked to knock on it.

At noon, the sun was shining.

Qian Hao went out, she carried a small bag, a pine green sweater, light-colored denim, black boots, long hair was soft and shiny by the sun, walking on the streets of the fashion capital, even in winter, but the youthful appearance, such as spring flowers, dimples brought by the sweet smile, lingering in the dancing hair, the whole person flowed into the wind.

There is the click of the camera, and her beauty is fixed at a certain moment, and the most beautiful time of the day will be forever.

Qian Hao was looked back at by all kinds of nostalgia along the road, and there were even French men leaning on the street lamps to kiss her, Qian Hao just smiled indifferently, lingered in various schools, and occasionally took photos with her mobile phone, and her every move was like the shining point of the show, but in fact, she was just one of the many students, who had been on the way to study.

Hours passed, and she sat on a streetside open-air seat, like a day-to-day traveler sitting in a café, lazily basking in the sun and enjoying a moment of afternoon peace.

I drank fragrant coffee, looked at the various photos I took, and checked the situation of various schools.

Time flickered, another hour passed, Qian Hao picked up the coffee cup, but as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Jiang Qian diagonally opposite, he got off the car, Qian Hao still felt very clever, just about to get up, but saw a woman coming down from the other end of his car, with big wavy curls covering her slender waist.