By the time Mingsheng came back to his senses, he had already walked to the grill with the smell of oil, picked up his tools and got busy.

Colette came to her very gossipy, curious about Fu Xizhou's identity.

"Lona, who's this handsome guy?"

Who is he?

Mingsheng thought to herself, this is really a good question that even she doesn't know about.

"Ex-boyfriend."

She eventually found his identity.

"I don't think that's the case." Colette muttered in her ear, "He's more familiar with your home than I am." ”

Mingsheng glanced at the gossipy French girl: "It's the first time he's here." ”

"It's dangerous to have a smart ex." Colette was alarmist, "He always wants to be the incumbent." ”

Mingsheng was noncommittal.

Nothing to do.

She also had serious suspicions that the man's motives were not pure.

Seeing him busy on the balcony in an orderly manner, such a face, smoked, is still handsome and energetic.

There is no indication that this man has just crossed the Eurasian continent and flown for more than ten hours to Paris.

- Maybe he just got off the plane.

Thinking so, Mingsheng brought out a pot of meat from the kitchen and stood beside him hesitantly.

"Why are you here?" She asked.

Fu Xizhou sprinkled cumin pepper on the soon-to-roasted beef slices, and naturally opened his mouth: "I suddenly wanted to come to St. Mark's Square to feed the pigeons, so I flew over." ”

What the hell is this reasoning?

Mingsheng was a little angry: "Then shouldn't you be in St. Mark's Square now?" ”

Fu Xizhou's busy hand paused, and smiled at her: "I'm feeding the pigeons now." ”

He spoke softly, as if he were really speaking to a stuffed animal.

Even in order to match his words, he sandwiched a piece of beef and put it to Mingsheng's mouth.

Mingsheng's beautiful eyes widened, and he didn't open his mouth to accept feeding.

If you eat this bite, won't you admit that she is a pigeon?

She needed to be quiet, and she didn't want to talk to a man who was deliberately pretending to be crazy and stupid.

They communicate in Chinese, and although Colette can't understand it, it doesn't prevent her from being a melon-eating crowd and observing their eye interaction.

It turned out that the former man and woman really didn't have any eye contact.

One concentrated on bowing his head to roast meat, and the other went to the kitchen, and the movement of chopping meat was a bit loud.

With men's attentive service, women are only responsible for elegance.

Mingsheng and Colette ignored Fu Xizhou's presence, opened a bottle of red wine, and sat down on the small sofa to discuss tomorrow night's concert.

The pop band they both love will be singing at the La Défense Stadium tomorrow night, and Paris is the first stop on their world tour, which naturally means a lot.

Colette grabbed two tickets, and when she heard that Mingsheng was back in Paris, she took her with her.

"What concert?"

Fu Xizhou came over with a plate of roasted vegetables.

The two girls communicate in French, he doesn't understand French, but he hears the name of the band,

The small apartment was too small and there was no place for it except a small sofa

Sitting, he was a big man, so he had to condescend to sit on the floor.

Sitting on the ground, there is no rich shelf at all.

"You don't need to care about any concert."

Ming Sheng glanced at him coldly, not giving a good face, "At that time, you fed your pigeons in the square." ”

Fu Xizhou did not show any emotional dissatisfaction with her deliberate coldness.

Instead, he smiled and said, "Then I wish the ladies a happy night." ”

Mingsheng tilted his chin and stared at him, not minding to reveal the arrogance of a lady: "Of course you will be happy at night without men." ”

Fu Xizhou, who was sitting on the floor, smiled at the corner of his mouth, full of affection.

Mingsheng couldn't breathe well, and glared at him viciously, only to get a softer gaze from him under the lamp.

Colette leaned into her ear: "God says I have to go home now." ”

Mingsheng stretched out his hand and pressed her thigh that she wanted to move, and said solemnly, "God said that in order to save your sister from fire and water, you must stay a little longer." ”

The justified Colette ended up being cheeky and staying.

"Such a dangerous ex, you can't give him a chance, Lona, I'll protect you tonight."

As a result, the barbecue was finished, and Fu Xizhou naturally finished enjoying his work, saying that the heat was okay, but the taste of the meat was a little old, and he would have to master it more accurately next time.

Then he got up and took his leave, gentlemanly.

Mingsheng looked at him, surprised that he was really just here to serve the lady.

With a tense voice, he asked, "How many days are you going to feed the pigeons?" ”

Fu Xizhou put on his coat, the smell of fireworks disappeared, and he was the image of a handsome young man with a graceful demeanor, looking at it with a pair of clear and divine eyes, with a smile, giving her an ambiguous answer, "It depends on the mood." ”

Colette also put on her scarf and left.

Before leaving, he said very seriously: "God, how can you be willing to let such a man be your ex." ”

Mingsheng gave her a roll of his eyes.

The apartment that was still crowded just now was suddenly empty, and Mingsheng sat on the narrow sofa with a troubled expression.

That nasty, joyful and contradictory feeling haunted her again.

He was in Paris.

So much so that the air in Paris is different.

Qiao Yu sent her a message and asked him if Fu Xizhou was here.

Last year, Qiao Yu took annual leave, wandered around Europe, stayed with Mingsheng for a few nights, and flew to the United Kingdom to find Schumanman.

So she has Mingsheng's apartment address.

didn't hide it from her, Mingsheng said helplessly, he was still busy barbecing her here just now, and left without waiting for her to bang people.

Qiao Yu suddenly sighed: The thief's heart is not dead, they are all chased to Paris, Mingsheng, do you want to do it, never or not?

Originally, Mingsheng thought he had thought about it.

But since that night, she was driven by impulsiveness and ran downstairs in the rain, she was not so sure.

It is estimated that he will refuse to approach this love again.

But she didn't expect that she was not strong-willed, and she had already lost the determination she had made when she left Paris four years ago.

Mingsheng didn't sleep well this night.

Lying in bed tossing and turning until midnight, thinking that he was also in this city, breathing the same air as her, and feeling that the night was not peaceful.

Men are such a nuisance!

Grabbing her phone, she frustrated and messaged him.

Where to stay? 】

In less than a minute, a message came from there.

; 【Ritz】

and pretended to care unknowingly: [Can't sleep? 】

Mingsheng sneered.

I can't see that this person has learned the morality of a British gentleman in the shortest possible time.

[Be careful, the pigeons in Paris are hungry and will peck]

He replied calmly: [Thank you for the reminder, I already feel the pain]

The midnight text didn't last long.

Mingsheng was excited, and the quilt was pulled up and lifted over his head.

When I woke up the next morning, the golden sun had already sprinkled on the balcony.

Mingsheng got up to make coffee and chewed the dry bread in his mouth, and his Chinese taste buds were already waving the flag against it.

I don't know how she has endured it day by day for the past four years.

After several days of delay, it was finally time to start the most difficult task - cleaning the apartment.

After a few years of throwing away clothes, tidying them up, and waiting for the wardrobe to be emptied, the number of clothes boxes sorted out is considerable.

When I saw a room full of large and small items, it was dark again.

Busy until dusk, dressed up beautifully, go to the restaurant to have dinner with Colette.

After dinner, go to the La Défense Arena to attend the concert.

The atmosphere of the concert was excellent, and the core lead singer sang those popular songs one after another.

These melodies once accompanied Mingsheng to read hard in the middle of the night, supporting her through the dazed days.

The singer sings about the pain and love that she can empathize with.

The world is in tatters, but there are always these warm melodies, mending the heart that is full of holes.

Mingsheng, like every young audience member at the scene, wiped his tears and listened to the whole performance full of happiness.

At the end of the concert, Mingsheng left the stadium with the flow of people.

As soon as she walked to the flat ground outside the stadium, Colette asked her if she wanted to go to the bar street in front of her for a while, and before Mingsheng could speak, she suddenly heard several explosions not far behind her.

It's the kind of thumping sound that pierces the eardrum.

The thunderous sound made the heart tighten, and fear crept up behind it like a claw.

It's like death knocking at the door.

Almost at the same time, Mingsheng and Colette realized as if they were cracking: it was gunshot.

The gunfire was intense, and several shots were fired in succession.

The crowd was screaming and fleeing.

This was followed by a booming explosion. There was a bang, the eardrum was blown open, and the heart was about to jump out of the chest.

Mingsheng hurriedly exploded. The direction of the explosion was far away.

In the center of the crowd of birds and beasts, there were three men of different heights with black stockings on their heads, and they all carried a black gun with a hideous cold light in their hands.

They were shooting indiscriminately at the crowd.

Mingsheng grew so big, and it was the first time he was so close to a terrorist attack.

Her brain went completely blank.

Just instinctively screamed with Colette and ran frantically down the street.

She was still with Cole at first

tte together, but soon the panicked crowd dispersed them.

The gunshots behind him continued, da-da-da, da-da-da, I don't know how many innocent people were shot and fell, and there was a terrifying explosion in the distance. The sound of explosions, gunsmoke and fire filled the air, illuminating the faces of the people screaming in fear.

Mingsheng ran up the bar street like a fly without a head, trying to hide in a bar with the flow of people, but was brutally dragged behind his shoulder.

"Hey, go away, this is my place."

A mean-looking white woman crashed into her and dodged in first.

The bar was already packed, and the waiters closed their doors, nervously not letting people in.

Mingsheng had no choice but to return to the messy street again.

The phone rang, and she thought about Colette's safety, and her hand trembled and she flipped through the phone in her bag.

Fu Xizhou's number was displayed on the screen.

Mingsheng's tears flowed out at once.

Pale and scared on the street like a lonely child, muttering his name in search of security.

"Fu Xizhou ......"

Her lips were trembling, everyone was running in fear, it was like the end of the world, and she could even hear her own heartbeat clearly.

"Mingsheng, tell me your location."

Fu Xizhou's background was also messy, and he could hear screams, and his tone was calm, but he was tense and reported the landmarks near him.

He was just a few hundred meters away from her.

Hearing that he was nearby, Mingsheng suddenly felt at ease and urgently reported his location.

"Listen, Mingsheng, there's a restaurant on your left, go in and hide, I'll come over right away."

Fu Xizhou's slightly panting voice was low and clear, "If you're afraid, don't hang up the phone." ”

Mingsheng wiped his tears and told himself that there was nothing to be afraid of.

He's nearby, and she'll make it home alive.

The owner of this restaurant is a good person, guiding many young people to hide in the store, Mingsheng stood in the small corner of the store and reported his location to Fu Xizhou on the other end of the phone.

Outside the window, gunshots were heard one after another, people were chattering, and a girl was sobbing and hiding in her boyfriend's arms.

Mingsheng's heart hung high.

Fu Xizhou is still on the road and is going backwards this way.

For everyone's safety, the restaurant turned off all the lights.

It was pitch black all around, and the restaurant was crowded, but everyone didn't dare to make a sound, just listened to the noise outside.

Mingsheng is surrounded by a group of strangers.

There are all kinds of nationalities and races, but they are just a group of ordinary people who love life.

Everyone is afraid of it. Terrorist. Hit here by chance encounter.

Mingsheng bit his lip and waited nervously.

There has never been a night like the present one, when even a minute feels so long.

Someone squeezed into the crowd and said in a deep voice, "Sorry, I'm looking for someone."

Whispering apologies over and over again, squeezing in little by little.

Until she finally stood in front of Mingsheng, her clear and deep eyes reflected her appearance.

Instantly brings an unmatched sense of security.

Mingsheng burst into his broad, warm chest with tears in his eyes.

In the darkness, Fu Xizhou lowered his head and kissed her hair, and gently stroked her head with his big palm, like coaxing a child: "I'm here, don't be afraid." ”！

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