Arresting the little runaway wife: please be gentle with the wolf-like president

He took off his gloves and windbreaker as he walked, and the servant immediately walked over and put them on.

Camille himself stood up to greet her with a polite hug and kiss on the cheek.

Sikong Zeye sat down on the chair beside her.

Sitting opposite Bai Yunshang, she really felt like a guest was being received.

My heart was heavy and sour, and that super uncomfortable and heartache feeling reappeared. [

The dishes on the table were delicious, but they did not arouse her appetite.

The lights illuminated the dining room white.

Sikong Sawano Qingjun's appearance was reflected on the long mirror-like table.

He sat very close to Camille, chatting in French while eating, looking very enthusiastic.

Bai Yunshang felt uncomfortable, feeling that he was so out of place in this situation.

Suddenly Camille asked Bai Yunshang in English: "Tomorrow's Christmas Eve, is there any activity for Ms. An?"

Bai Yunshang froze for a moment, smiled and shook her head.

"Notre Dame de Paris, Romeo and Juliet, there will be two famous operas tomorrow, and I would like to invite you."

Bai Yunshang glanced at Sikong Zeye——

If it was their young couple who wanted to go on a date together, she definitely didn't want to be caught between them.

Camille shrugged: "I just invited him, he is very busy, I'm afraid it's not convenient to be together. Is Miss An interested?"

So far, what Camille has done is in line with the etiquette of a hostess.So out of politeness to the guests, Bai Yunshang had to give this face.

After the meal, Camille and Sikong Zeye left together, and Bai Yunshang, who was behind him, watched them talking, and went into the bedroom together.

In fact, at the dinner table just now, the content of Camille's conversation with Sikong Zeye was all about Christmas Eve and Christmas invitation plans.

She is a romantic woman.Not having love doesn't mean she has no expectations for every day in the future.She knows how to have fun in time.

And now, when the two left side by side, the content of the conversation was still about the plans for Christmas Eve and Christmas——

"What time is the opera?" Sikong Zeye asked.

"Eight o'clock in the evening. What, are you going to change your mind?"

"Place?"[

"Paris Opera House." Camille smiled.

Sikong Zeye pondered for a moment, picked up a coat, left the bedroom, and walked to the basement of the castle.

Looking at the back of him leaving, a look of disappointment flashed across Camille's eyes...

It wasn't that she didn't have love for him, but that she didn't dare to have love.