Dark sugar is hard to prevent

Chapter 322 Paris trip (2)

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After going up to the second floor, Fu Shiyu took Tang Xi'en straight to the innermost bedroom.

Seeing his familiarity, Tang Xien smiled: "Did you often come to France before?"

"When I was in England, I came here more often, but after returning to China, I didn't come here very often." Fu Shiyu said, and locked the door behind his back, "Which suitcase is my pajamas in?"

"The gray one."

"And yours?"

"Together with yours."

Fu Shiyu pulled out the pajamas and bath towels of the two of them, and ignored Tang Xien's protest, half pushed her into the bathroom.

When he came out an hour later, Tang Xi'en immediately rolled onto the bed, buried his face in the pillow, and didn't want to move.

Fu Shiyu stood in front of the vanity mirror and wiped his hair. He tilted his face to observe his handsome face. After wiping his hair, he poured moisturizing water on his face again. The corner of his lips curled up, smiling contentedly.

He lay down on the bed, stretched his long legs across Tang Xien's waist, and pulled up the quilt to cover the two of them.

Tang Xien's face was still buried in the pillow, and his voice was buzzing: "Stay away from me!"

Seeing that she was unhappy, he leaned over, but he didn't comfort or coax her, he just leaned into her ear and asked, "Now do you understand what sugar is?"

She raised her hand and pushed him away: "You are not afraid that eating too sweet will affect your health!"

He laughed, and pulled her into his arms with hands and feet. After a while, he said with emotion: "I can't help it. I'm old and I like sweets."

Hearing this, Tang Xi'en immediately jumped up like a kitten with fried hair: "People start to be ascetic as they get older, but the older you are, the more perverted you are!"

After speaking, he buried his face in the quilt again, pretending to cry.

He leaned over to comfort her: "Why are you crying?"

She complained: "Everyone is marrying a young man, but I am marrying an old pervert... Can I not cry?"

He laughed loudly: "When you are old, you will hurt people." After finishing speaking, he put his hands under her armpits and hugged her into his arms.

The two lay quietly on the bed, watching the sunset in Paris outside the window.

"I hope I can live to be 85 years old, so that we can get along for more than 50 years." Fu Shiyu said.

"It's definitely possible. You have maintained your health so well, and now you have quit smoking. You can live to more than 90, which is fine. And whether you live a long life has something to do with genetics. Just look at how old your ancestors lived to know."

Fu Shiyu thought back on his great-grandfather who lived to be almost a hundred years old, and that the Fu family had never suffered from any serious illness within five generations, so he should have lived a long life.

Just as he was thinking about it, Tang Xi'en suddenly burst into a smirk: "But it's useless for you to live to 85 by yourself. I have to live to 50 to enjoy the rest of my life with you. If I die at 30, you will be alone I have to suffer for another [-] years.”

"Why should I live alone for 30 years? I don't know how to continue the string?"

Tang Xi'en: "...If it weren't for being here with your mother today, I would have given you a minute to teach you how to behave and how to speak."

Sensing her unpleasant tone, Fu Shiyu sneered a few times, hugged her tightly, and said, "I'm lying to you, if you die at fifty, I'll follow you."

"I believe you have a ghost."

"There are ghosts in this world! Don't worry trust me!"

Seeing that he was talking nonsense, Tang Xi'en paid no attention to him, got out of his arms, and rolled to his seat.

He approached her smilingly, kissed her on the cheek, and asked, "Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"

"Then what are you talking about?"

He propped himself on the bed with one hand, leaned over to look at her, pinched her round cheek with the other and shook her from side to side: "There is a smart ghost like you! You are so cute!"

Tang Xi'en: "...and sand sculpture ghosts like you!"
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Fu Shiyu made all kinds of sand sculptures in private, but as long as a third person was present, he would immediately look serious again.

Early the next morning, they followed Liang Shuyi to the "Poetry Group" located in the eighth arrondissement in the northwest of Paris.The group is located on the Champs Elysees Avenue, near the headquarters buildings of many world-renowned luxury brands.

This women's clothing brand run by Liang Shuyi, Tang Xi'en knew Empress Fu Shi, and had some knowledge about it.Although it is headquartered in Paris and often holds various shows, it may be because Liang Shuyi is an Asian, and her vision and preferences are more Asian. Therefore, this brand is mainly sold in Asia, and its popularity in Europe and America is actually mediocre.

But the advantage of being rich is that even though the brand is not well-known in France, its headquarters building is very magnificent and its resources are abundant, which leads to its extremely close connection with the fashion industry.

Just like now, one of the world's top wedding dress designers is sitting in Liang Shuyi's office, drinking tea and chatting with her about the trend of the next season.

Seeing them chatting, looking at him frequently, Tang Xien, who was sitting on the other side with Fu Shiyu choosing the wedding dress fabric, asked in a low voice, "Are they talking about me?"

Tang Xi'en didn't understand French, so she couldn't understand what Liang Shuyi and the designer were talking about.

Fu Shiyu leaned into her ear and whispered, "The designer asked my mother why she didn't ask V to help you design a wedding dress. My mother said that too many people wear V's wedding dress now, and many bridal shops buy V's wedding dress." Her wedding dress is the treasure of her store, she doesn’t want you to wear a wedding dress similar to others. Now, although this designer is not as famous as V in Asia, the daughters of many celebrities and politicians in Europe and the United States wear wedding dresses designed by him Marriage, such as the only daughter of the former president of country M..."

Tang Xi'en glanced at Liang Shuyi and whispered, "So what do you think your mother means?"

Fu Shiyu put one hand on the back of her neck, and pressed her forward slightly to let her get closer to him: "I don't know what she means, but I know that everything she is doing now is to put her The best for you. You deserve the best."

This remark made Tang Xi'en happy, and his heart was instantly filled with goodwill towards Liang Shuyi.
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After Liang Shuyi finished greeting the designer, the designer came over to chat with Tang Xien about the style of the wedding dress.

What Tang Xien meant was that a set of wedding dresses was used for Western-style weddings during the day, and a set of toast dresses was used for wedding banquets at night. There are two sets in total.

Liang Shuyi, who was listening, said: "At that time, there will be one wedding and two wedding banquets, two for Fu's family and one for your natal family, so it is best to have two wedding dresses and two toast dresses."

Tang Xi'en smiled: "My natal family is in the city, it's too far away, so I won't go back to hold the wedding banquet then."

Liang Shuyi: "It's not wandering the city..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered that Tang Xi'en didn't know that her biological father was Teng Zhongqian, so she quickly stopped the topic.But it was too late, Fu Shiyu had already looked over suspiciously, beckoning her to go out and talk with his eyes.

She patted Tang Xien on the shoulder and said in Chinese: "Good boy, I will only make four sets. You can tell the designer what you want, and he can speak English."

After finishing speaking, she called Fu Shiyu, and the two mother and son went out together.

After closing the door of the meeting room next door, Fu Shiyu cut to the chase and asked, "What did you mean just now? What about Tangtang's family?"

Liang Shuyi didn't answer but instead asked: "You plan to hold the wedding after Xiao Tang and Dean Teng get to know each other, right?"

　There is one more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)