Runaway wife is very charming

Chapter 321 The Streets of Paris (55)

"Yan Junchen, I really like how you prepared a gift for me so carefully."

Wen Qingruo leaned softly in his arms.

"Well, how about I give you a surprise every day in the future?"

"Really?"

"real."

"Yan Junchen, how did you get those words at the door?"

This is what Wen Qingruo is most puzzled about. There are so many flowers, at least a thousand, right?
"You forgot, there is a rose field here, bought from here."

"Ah? Then, won't it be a waste for you to do this?"

"Of course not." Yan Junchen hooked a strand of her hair behind her ear, "I paid a high price... it's like 'renting' these flowers, and after we leave, I'm returning these words to these flower farmers. "

Knowing that Wen Qingruo would ask such a question, Yan Junchen also made up a speech.

Of course he would not tell Wen Qingruo that he bought it.

"Ah."

This man really understands her thoughts more and more...

Wen Qingruo hugged a large bouquet of flowers and counted 99 roses—endless love.

For some reason, Wen Qingruo actually remembered that Elvis gave her nine roses last time, Always.

no no no...

How could she think of that man now? !

Wen Qingruo took a deep breath...

Sure enough, every day when Wen Qingruo woke up, she would see the surprise Yan Junchen had prepared...

A bouquet of roses, a bouquet of tulips, a long good morning kiss, every happy day is too short...

After living in the Netherlands for about a week, Yan Junchen brought Wen Qingruo to France again.

Paris.

bustling street.

The pointed French architectural style, sparkling rivers, sexy and fashionable women...

On the small road full of European style, Wen Qingruo strolled around holding Yan Junchen's hand while holding milk tea.

It really is a place full of romance.

There are hawkers selling special accessories on both sides of the road, and there are also some exquisite shops.

"Yan Junchen, I really hope that time will stop like this, and it's good to go on like this forever..."

Wen Qingruo bit the straw of the milk tea cup and looked up at the sky.

"Yeah." Yan Junchen nodded, "Are you tired? Do you want to go back and rest?"

"No... ah..."

Before he finished speaking, he was hugged by Yan Junchen...

Wen Qingruo looked at the flow of people around, and whispered a little embarrassedly, "Let go of me first...there are so many people here..."

"But no one is looking at us."

Yan Junchen raised his eyebrows, most French people are more open and bold.

Some women have been looking at Yan Junchen, while men are looking at Wen Qingruo.

But Yan Junchen cast a cold look...

People just left obediently.

"Yan Junchen, look, you have scared away those people who secretly admire you...Actually, I found that I also have many people who pursue me..."

Wen Qingruo looked at Yan Junchen dissatisfied, when a man looked at her, Yan Junchen stared at him coldly.

It's fierce enough not to speak, but it's even more fierce with a straight face, okay?

"I just want you to admire me..."

Yan Junchen raised his eyebrows wickedly, leaned over slightly, and kissed Wen Qingruo's slightly pursed red lips...

The background is the streets of France with people coming and going, and there is an old clock tower behind them, which is ringing slowly——

The sun had just set, and the golden light was shining on the bodies of the two people who were kissing each other...

Wen Qingruo was hugged by him, with one arm around his neck, and a cup of warm milk tea in the other...

(End of this chapter)