money player

Fei Baoshu turned his head away from Xian Yaowen's big mouth and said coquettishly, "Master... Master, I still want to watch TV. You go take a shower first."

Xian Yaowen chuckled and said, "Xiaobao, there's nothing interesting on TV. Go change into the clothes and blue jeans I made for you."

Fei Baoshu's pretty face flushed, "No."

"Old hag." Xian Yaowen patted Fei Baoshu's face gently, "Be more blessed. Your grandson is already a bystander. Why are you being shy at your age? Come on, I will pamper you today."

"Hateful." Fei Baoshu spat lightly, "How can I change clothes if you don't let go?"

Xian Yaowen dismounted and urged, "Go quickly."

Fei Baoshu sat up and smoothed his hair. "Master, shall we go to the bedroom?"

"No, go to the balcony."

Fei Baoshu shook his head like a drum, "I don't want it, people will see it."

"Balcony or kitchen, choose one."

"kitchen."

"Alright, let's make some midnight snacks."

Fei Baoshu chuckled and said, "Have you forgotten that you nearly got burned last time when you knocked over the cooking pot?"

Recalling the last scene, Fei Baoshu's desire surged, and his heart was sweet as honey. The splashing soup clearly went straight to her lower abdomen, but at the critical moment, the master caught it with his buttocks, scalding a large area red.

"Why don't you bring up this topic? Let's go and change our clothes."

A few minutes later, the two appeared in the kitchen. Fei Baoshu was wearing a cheongsam with the lower body cut short to a mini-skirt style, and a pair of blue jeans that tightly hugged her slightly plump thighs and buttocks.

Xian Yaowen was wearing the uniform of a water pipe repairman at the Paris Water Authority. It was new when he bought it, but he deliberately did not wash it the last time he wore it, so it already had a sour smell.

Fei Baoshu turned on the fire, set the pot on the stove, and cut vegetables on the chopping board. His movements were deliberately rough, and the juice of tomatoes splashed everywhere.

Xian Yaowen stood upside down on the ground, doing push-ups up and down, not pursuing standard movements, only seeking to sweat quickly.

When the soup in the pot was boiling, Xian Yaowen was sweating all over, and the front and back of his clothes were wet. He stopped what he was doing, stood up, hugged Fei Baoshu from behind who was testing the saltiness, and put his nose to his neck and sniffed, "It smells good, so good."

Fei Baoshu turned around and poked Xian Yaowen's forehead with his finger, "Wen San, why are you so impatient? That old man Xian Yaowen..."

At this point, Fei Baoshu couldn't help laughing and said, "Master, can you change the name? I can't help laughing."

"No, just use this name and start over." Xian Yaowen said with a stern face.

"Okay, let me laugh for a while."

Fei Baoshu laughed for a while, then turned around and started again.

Turning around again, Fei Baoshu poked Xian Yaowen's forehead with his finger, with a hint of charm between his brows, "Wen San, why are you so impatient? Xian Yaowen, that old man, has gone to the south and won't come back."

Xian Yaowen said with a shy face: "Eighth concubine, you don't know that the third concubine of the Zheng family in Sanbulao, the fifth concubine of the Li family in Maoer Hutong, and the eldest wife of the Qian family in the former fine tile factory are all waiting for me to repair the water pipes."

"Hey, Wensan, you're quite good at business. You've even repaired the water pipes for the eldest wife of the Qian family. Otherwise, I won't come here anymore in the future. Be careful not to tire you out." Fei Baoshu said sarcastically.

"That won't work." Xian Yaowen said anxiously, "Everyone in the city knows that I, Wen San, was able to fix the water pipes thanks to your Eighth Aunt. Anyone else's water pipes can be left unrepaired, but yours must be repaired, Eighth Aunt."

Fei Baoshu snorted and poked Xian Yaowen's forehead again, "You damned bastard, you talk better than you sing. Last time you ran away when you were only halfway through repairing it. If you don't repair it properly this time, I'll smash your food."

"Don't worry, I'm risking my life this time. Hehehe, what delicious food will the Eighth Aunt make for me?"

"Turtle stewed with tortoise, using turtle soup to enhance the flavor, it won't kill you."

"Hehehe, the more you nourish yourself, the better." As he spoke, Xian Yaowen roughly rubbed Fei Baoshu's lower abdomen.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Go wash yourself first. You're all sweaty."

"Fix it and wash it later."

"Don't pull it, don't pull it, it's just made."

"I'll make you a new one."

"Bah, you yawn like a toad, you are so arrogant, everything on your body was bought by me...be gentle, be gentle!"

Xian Yaowen's hand was reaching for Fei Baoshu's trouser waist when he heard Qi Longque coughing in the living room. Then he heard the sound of slippers scraping on the floor, muffled and heavy, but not too loud.

The person stepping on the shoes is light in weight but cannot control her steps. It is Camilla.

"The little guy is awake."

Xian Yaowen let go of Fei Baoshu and walked towards the living room. At the kitchen door, he ran into the little guy rubbing his eyes as he walked.

He picked up the little guy and asked, "Pipi? Hungry?"

Alia taught Camilla some English words, which left Xian Yaowen a window to communicate with Camilla. On the way to Paris, he taught Camilla some more vocabulary, mixing Chinese, English and French, in preparation for the three languages ​​to become Camilla's unique mother tongue.

As long as the language environment keeps up in the later stage, the little ones will naturally master three languages ​​without deliberate learning in the daily life.

The little guy said sleepily: "Pipi, Hungry."

Xian Yaowen put the little guy down and said, "Go by yourself."

The little guy nodded and walked to the bathroom in his slippers.

"Flush."

The little guy stopped, turned his head and nodded again.

Watching the little guy go into the bathroom, Xian Yaowen walked back to the kitchen, took out the artichokes from the refrigerator and put them on the cutting board, "The little guy is hungry, make another salad."

Fei Baoshu smiled faintly and said, "Camilla is very smart. Master, you taught her the night before last and she didn't wet the bed last night."

"It may not be because she is smart, but because she is scared. The first time I saw the little girl, I found that her body had marks of being beaten."

"Did her father beat her?"

"should be."

Fei Baoshu said distressedly: "The child is still so young, how could you have the heart to do this to him."

"It's not a bad thing. It's easier to teach someone if they know it hurts. The kid is still young and his memory is not complete. He will forget it after a while."

"Master, how do you know? You have never taken care of a child."

"You don't know if you haven't been to the countryside. How many parents in the countryside can take care of their children all day? When they were two or three years old, they started running around the mountains with older children. I was that older child. I raised most of my peers. In terms of experience in raising children, many parents probably don't have as much experience as I do."

Fei Baoshu asked suspiciously, "Sir, shouldn't you be bullied?"

Xian Yaowen chuckled and said, "That's something that only happens when you're a little older."

"Oh."

Fei Baoshu remained suspicious but did not delve into it further. As a mother of several children, how could she not know that older children raising younger children and parents raising children are completely different things.

Xian Yaowen knew that his explanation was untenable, but he was too lazy to come up with a better one on the spot. He thought that knowing how to take care of a child was not a big problem, and there was no need to deliberately pursue rigor.

After a while, the kid came to the kitchen and stood on tiptoe to peek at the glass bowl in Xian Yaowen's hand. Xian Yaowen saw it and lowered the glass bowl to show it to the kid, "Salade."

“Salade.”

"salad."

"salad."

Xian Yaowen read it once, and the little guy followed him. After reading it seven or eight times, the little guy's accent was basically the same. He picked up some salad with a fork and handed it to the little guy.

The little guy gave him a sweet smile and ate with relish.

Xian Yaowen squatted down, holding the glass bowl in his hand, so that the little guy could eat one forkful after another.

Fei Baoshu came up behind him and squatted down, looking kind, "As obedient as Shuying was when she was a child."

"Where's Shu Cheng?"

"She is so naughty." There was a warmth in Fei Baoshu's eyes that was enough to melt the Antarctic ice, and the curve of his mouth was like a rainbow drawn by a three-year-old child.

Xian Yaowen pinched the back of Fei Baoshu's hand and said, "I plan to raise the little girl as my goddaughter. When she can speak fluently, I will let her call you mom."

"Me? Mom? Doesn't she have a mom?"

"Alia will not leave Dubai in the short term, and the little one cannot grow up without motherly love. You have experience in raising children, so I have to ask you to work hard for a while."

"Ok."

"You sound a little reluctant."

"Taking care of children is too tiring. I've taken care of five already. My patience has run out. I'm not sure I can take good care of her."

"I understand." Xian Yaowen nodded, "You can help me take care of it for a few days, and I will make other arrangements later."

Fei Baoshu turned to look at Xian Yaowen's face and said with a hint of worry, "Master, you won't be angry with me, will you?"

Xian Yaowen chuckled, "We've slept together for so long, and you still can't figure out my temper? How could I get angry so easily? Relax, I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do."

"Yeah." Fei Baoshu leaned his head on Xian Yaowen's arm.

He watched the little girl eat to her heart's content quietly, then carried her back to bed to sleep. Xian Yaowen asked Fei Baoshu to rest first, and he went into the bathroom to turn on the faucet. While waiting, he poured a glass of red wine and went to the balcony to get some fresh air.

As the first breeze blew in his face, he, who was always alert, keenly noticed that there was someone on the balcony of the building next door. A woman was sitting on the railing with her feet dangling in the air and a bottle of wine in her hand.

The balcony railings of Parisian buildings are mostly made of iron, and this one is no exception. The railings are very thin, and you can fall down if you're not careful when sitting on them. The fixing points may not be firm, so if you sit on them, you may fall down with the railings.

No one with a clear mind and who doesn't want to commit suicide will sit on it.

After glancing at the woman, Xian Yaowen looked downstairs and subconsciously calculated the probability of the woman falling to death or becoming paralyzed.

The result was quickly calculated. He glanced at the woman again. He couldn't see her face, but he could see her profile and figure. She looked good, with big breasts, a thin waist, a plump butt, and a voluptuous hourglass figure.

“It’s a pity.”

Muttering to himself, Xian Yaowen withdrew his gaze and enjoyed his own breeze.

Tonight is a full moon, and the stars are shining brightly. The damage done by the chimneys in the suburbs of Paris is not enough to completely ruin the blue sky, and the moonlight and starlight do not encounter too much obstruction, shining on the houses and streets, and the visibility is not much worse than in the evening.

Such a night is a bit of a waste in the spring, but if it is in early summer, it is a perfect time to go to the mouth of the Belon River to catch oysters, build a bonfire by the river, roast half and boil the other half.

For him, the best scenery in France is in the Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur region on the Mediterranean coast, including Nice, Marseille and Cannes.

Marseille is too chaotic, 80% of the French gangs are in Marseille, Cannes is too noisy, and the film festival attracts too much attention. In comparison, Nice is the most livable place. After some time, I will get rid of Sun Shucheng, this troublesome person, and buy a manor there.

Charles de Gaulle would be depressed and frustrated for some years to come, so he had plenty of time to make friends. After 84 Charing Cross Road became famous in the publishing industry, he could commission articles from this literary enthusiast with excellent writing skills, and then naturally invite him to Nice to swim, play football, and ride horses for hunting.

Following the lineage of Charles de Gaulle, Xian Yaowen once again sorted out the current French politicians, political families and powerful business families.

Names appeared in his mind one by one: Vincent Auriol, René Coty, Alain Poet, Georges Pompidou...

And then, nothing happened. He didn't flirt with women, but women wanted to pay attention to him.

"I want to jump off the building." The woman suddenly shouted at him.

Xian Yaowen ignored her. He just heard the woman's French accent, but he didn't pay much attention and couldn't tell whether it was her native language.

Seeing that Xian Yaowen ignored her, the woman shouted again: "I want to jump off the building, don't bother me."

Xian Yaowen turned to look at the woman and chuckled, "I'm running the bath water."

He lowered his head and glanced at his watch. "Please jump within 45 seconds, or wait half an hour. I have never seen anyone jump from a building. Please allow me to enjoy your performance."

Hearing this, the woman exploded instantly. She wanted to find someone to persuade her not to dance, not the audience. She shook her hair and roared, "What are you doing here?"

"This is my house, my balcony, I can come whenever I want."

"Your house? Are you kidding? Where's Vivian?"

The woman's head turned completely, and Xian Yaowen could see her appearance clearly, but he didn't pay attention. He was stunned for a moment, wondering when Fei Baoshu got this French name and why he named her Vivian.

As soon as the thought came to my mind, I immediately thought of the source.

When I was chatting with Sun Shuying, she mentioned that there was a period of time when she was crazy about foreign classics and blockbusters, and was also obsessed with giving herself and others English names.

When "Gone with the Wind" was first introduced to the Chinese world, the heroine "Vivien Leigh" was translated into Vivien Leigh. Vivian's Chinese name is Feiwen, which is a disguised form of her real surname. The word "Vivien" is written the same in English and French, and has the same pronunciation, so it is quite useful.

Thinking he had the answer, Xian Yaowen turned around and winked at Qi Longque. Qi Longque understood, turned back to the living room, got a document, flipped through it, and pointed to two or three lines.

Xian Yaowen glanced at Qi Longque's waist, then looked at the woman, "You made a noise to attract my attention, what do you want to do?"

The word "noise" irritated the woman again, and she said angrily, "Please enjoy the jumping performance."

"Do you need an accompaniment?" Xian Yaowen smiled faintly: "Yves Montand's "Falling Leaves"? Edith Piaf's "Under the Parisian Sky"? "Ode to Love"? "

The woman's desire to jump off the building became stronger and stronger. She lamented how she could find such an annoying bastard to talk to. She hysterically shouted: "La Vie en Rose."

Xian Yaowen raised his glass and said, "La Vie en Rose is suitable to be sung at your funeral."

He deliberately lowered his head and glanced down. "When you jump down, remember to turn over in the air and let your head touch the ground first. Otherwise, you may not achieve your goal of jumping off the building. If you unfortunately land on your feet first, your greater trochanter will separate from the greater head of the femur and either pierce into the pelvis or come out of your buttocks. It's not beautiful and you will also become paralyzed on one side of your body."

He deliberately glanced at the woman's pelvic area and said, "You will probably lose the ability to urinate and defecate on your own. You will need to insert a tube into your bladder and another tube into your stomach. From now on, your urination will be like turning on a faucet, gurgling, shushing, shushing..."

"Filho da puta!"

The woman couldn't stand it any longer, so she cursed in Portuguese, and then she pushed too hard, her upper body swayed, and she almost fell down. (End of this chapter)