The President's Deep Kiss: The Little Woman by the Pillow

In the end, Ling Momo abandoned the carriage and walked on foot. She walked to the lake in the town, couldn't help but closed her eyes, took a deep breath, smiled slightly, and felt this dreamlike city.

Li Qingshen stared at Ling Momo, who had quiet brows and a smile on her lips, and quietly took out her phone to take a picture of such an eternal scene.

Then, he slowly swipe through the photos in his phone, all of them are Ling Momo's, in the ends of Hainan, in Niagara Falls in New York, on the bus in London>

Li Qingshen stared at it for a long time, then slowly put away the phone, slowly stepped to Ling Momo's side, and stood quietly by her side.

Ling Momo opened her eyes after a while, and looked at this small town full of flowers, blue sky, light breeze, and bright colors. At that moment, she had an illusion of the tranquility of time, and she couldn't help but Shengsheng sighed: "I really never thought that such a small town in a dream would actually exist in this world." [

"Well, at first this was the most basic and insignificant existence in France, but because of the arrival of Monet, it became famous all over the world, and everyone who came to France would come to this town. Later>

Ling Momo nodded in a sudden realization, feeling that the word "fairyland" really fits the description of this small town.

Li Qingshen stared into the distance, with a weird expression on his face. In fact, he almost blurted out just now. Afterwards, everyone circulated such a sentence——Giverny, a town like a dream, find someone you love Elope!

When France leaves, it will be the pyramids of the mysterious country Egypt, the Aegean Sea of ​​Greece, the Maldives, Vienna, the capital of music>

At this time, two months had passed leisurely since they came out to shoot.

After the filming, the group took a small boat to visit this world-famous water city. As always, Li Qingshen was able to tell Ling Momo the stories and legends of this scenic spot wherever he went, and the Bridge of Sighs was no exception.

When there was still some distance from the Bridge of Sighs, Li Qingshen's elegant and indifferent voice rang out: "The Bridge of Sighs is also called the Sunset Bridge. It connects the Doge's Palace and the prison in Venice at both ends. The only way for death row prisoners to pass, because crossing this bridge means that they will die forever."

Ling Momo nodded, then turned her head sideways, looked to the side, and found that the window lattices of eight-petal chrysanthemums were all carved out of marble, which was extraordinarily delicate.

Li Qingshen didn't speak, just stared at the bridge in front of him, his eyes were unpredictable, and then he spoke to the Venetian rowing in Italian for a while, which Ling Momo couldn't understand, and the Venetian lit his lights. Head, thumbs up again and again.

At this time, it was at sunset, and the setting sun was red, and the clear water reflected turned red.

Li Qingshen and Ling Momo were in that kind of boat. When they passed under the Bridge of Sighs, suddenly the boatman's hand shook, and the boat bumped into the stone wall on the side, and then the boat turned towards Ling Momo's side. Turned over.

Before Ling Momo had time to exclaim, she fell into the water, and the next second, Li Qingshen also fell in the direction where she fell into the water.