My sweet wife won again

Chapter 565 Too Good To Be Real

It is obviously a fairy tale to deceive children, but the description of love is so beautiful, so beautiful that it seems to be able to wash people's hearts.

True love has nothing to do with appearance, money, or status. In real life, this seems so precious, even a bit of a fantasy.

The beautiful ring on the ring finger of the right hand reflects a faint, soft luster in the sunlight, elegant and generous.

Feng Lingling took a peek, her face flushed.

She also likes this story, likes this ring, and likes the position of the ring finger connected to the heart.

Walking out of the flea market, in the old alleys of Nice, the walls of the houses seem to reflect the color of the sun, with different shades of yellow, which looks peaceful and peaceful.

Most of the long wooden sunshields are painted bright green and neatly embedded in the yellow walls, looking elegant and romantic.

They followed the road, walked out of the ancient alleys, and arrived at a square full of open-air cafes.

A waiter in a restaurant and hotel, wearing a white shirt with a long black skirt and a plaid apron around his waist.

She cleaned the tables and chairs with one hand, while singing loudly, her voice was loud and melodious, like the lyrics in a stage play.

The French are romantic, but everyone recognizes it, Feng Lingling thought to himself, it really is better to see it than to hear it.

In the lively square, there are some street performers on the side of the road.

Street painters randomly set up easels on the side of the road and bowed to the sun to paint.

There are many oil paintings and some weird sculptures piled up around her. Feng Lingling had a whim and asked her to draw a picture for the two of them.

After sitting in pain for an hour, although Feng Lingling laughed so hard that the corners of her mouth were about to cramp, after seeing the finished product, all her complaints were forgotten.

It's a beautiful painting. They sit face to face on rattan chairs, smiling sweetly at each other. The background is a piece of light yellow and pink houses and green vines.

This beautiful painter is obviously more focused on painting Murong Chenghan, and he is so vivid and perfect.

In comparison, Feng Lingling in the painting looked a lot rougher, but she obviously didn't mind it, and kept looking at the oil painting, happily praising it.

At 06:30 in Nice, the sky was still very bright. Murong Chenghan chose a restaurant and took Feng Lingling into it.

He said that despite the small size of the store, it is actually a famous store in Nice with a history of a hundred years.

White wine paired with a seafood feast, and some desserts specially ordered by Murong Chenghan made Feng Lingling satisfied.

Everything that happened today was too good to be true. The romantic trip to France had just begun, and she was already so drunk that she passed out.

When we left the restaurant together, it was finally completely dark.

With fingers clasped together, he took her for a walk slowly, and before returning to the hotel, they came to the beach again.

The light blue water has turned into a dark color, and the stars on the side of the road are reflected against the dark blue sky.

A bend like a bright moon rises slowly from the sea, and the bright moon shines on the clean beach.

Soft like cotton wool, light and even like silk, the water is clear and sandy, and the waves are calm and calm.

Quiet and peaceful, the rush of the sea drowned out the whispers of lovers.

"The sea is so beautiful, whether it's day or night."

She smiled and took his arm, and couldn't help sighing: "No wonder it is called the must-choice place for couples to date."

"As long as you like it." Murong Chenghan kissed her lightly on the forehead.

Her heart was stained with honey, she suddenly stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips.

(End of this chapter)