British 1986

"Master, I think if you really like it, even if you order a small private jet and follow their tour, it is better than raising a ballet troupe. If you feel bored, we can now recruit a few musicians from home. .”

"That's so boring."

Allen set his sights on the stage again, and the second performance began!

Sylvia Guillen appeared in a tulle short skirt and white stockings.

Regarding this kind of ballet, Allen based on his own understanding, this thing was first used for the amusement of nobles.

So at its root, its role is somewhat self-evident.

It started in the Italian court, flourished in the French court, and reached its peak.

It seems to be in Russia.

But no matter what, this art form is like the special effects in some short videos in the future, where a group of long-legged beauties dance on tiptoes on the stage.

Anyway, after putting on makeup, there is a slight sense of distance. Every dancer looks good. As for taking a closer look

If you look closely, wouldn't it reveal the secret?

But with the appearance of Sylvie Guillen, his dancing posture is different from other ordinary actors, thinner, longer and more agile.

"It would look better if it were bigger and jumped up and down."

Hu Te tilted his chin, and suddenly heard Allen's comment, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He felt that although his young master was a bit vulgar, his evaluation was quite fair. Just like the dancing chief on the stage, he had a good figure, but the only shortcoming was that he was a little small, and the sway was not large. A little bit of beauty.

After forking a piece of strawberry and putting it in his mouth, Allen grinned. It was a bit sour and not delicious. He spat it back on the plate and said, "Go and ask someone to change it for me. The strawberry is too sour."

"OK."

Tsk tsk tsk.

Or let’s just say that the French know how to play. Their men can only raise their hands and play conquest and surrender.

But French women will not raise their hands in the air. Instead, they will use their nimble legs to dance ballet, and then use curves to save the country and physically attack the invaders.

No wonder that when the German army or the US army arrived in Paris, after playing poker for a few days, the physical strength of the soldiers dropped significantly.

Allen watched the performance on the stage and diverged his thinking. According to this idea, the Frenchman was quite prophetic back then and gave the United States a Statue of Liberty early. What was this?

Isn't this inviting a wolf into the house?

Clearly tell the Yankees that we have a beautiful woman at home and you should come quickly.

later

Not only did Santoku come, but the Yankees also came as expected.

By the way, it also left hundreds of thousands of mixed-race children for the French, tsk tsk tsk.

The friendship between the United States and France has a long history.

"Xiwei, follow me. Don't talk nonsense when you go in later. I'll go say hello first."

Sylvie Guillian followed the leader. As soon as the performance was over, she followed the leader to the VIP box without even taking off her makeup.

When I performed in other countries before, I never saw the group leader caring much about the nobles of other countries. Why did the group leader get a little timid when he returned to the UK?

"Bang bang bang."

There were three gentle knocks on the door. The leader carefully stated his identity and then waited quietly for the door to open.

After a long while, the door of the box was opened from the inside. A tall and strong bodyguard glanced at the captain and Xi Wei Guilian several times with cold eyes, then stepped aside and motioned for them to go in. He said "" No words were spoken.

Sylvia Guillian curled her lips, she was quite arrogant.

But her captain seemed to be used to it, and he bent down slightly and nodded to the bodyguard before taking Xi Wei Guilian in.

There was a large single sofa with a glass coffee table next to it. There was also an uneaten fruit plate on the coffee table.

The young man with blond hair held his chin and squinted his eyes in boredom, as if he was dozing off.

It was a bit far away, and Sylvia Guillian couldn't see clearly.

I saw my group leader trotting up to the young man's sofa, kneeling on the ground, half-crouching, and carefully speaking into the young man's ear.

Sylvia Guillen was a little impatient with such a scene, as if she had made some mistake?

What's so great about inviting people to dinner and being so arrogant? Isn't he just a count?

Such a title is rare in Europe

At least there are nearly a hundred people!

Taking a deep breath, Sylvia Guillian was ready to speak.

"Your Excellency, I brought Miss Xiwei. She seems to be not feeling well today. She may not be able to dine with you. Do you think?"

"Oh? That's a pity."

Allen twisted his neck and turned his head to glance at the ballet leader.

His eyes passed over the group leader, and then to Sylvie Guillian, who was standing far behind him. Seeing the angry look on her face, Allen thought she had something to hide, and looked at her again with a little apology. She nodded and prepared to get up and go home.

The show has been finished and no one was invited

"Captain! It's just one person, me."

Sylvia Guillian approached the group leader and spoke out, just in time to see the arrogant noble turn his head, glance at her and smile at her.

Such a smile is a little apologetic in its indifference, and a little regretful in its apology.

His eyes were very bright. Although he couldn't see clearly, Xiwei felt that these eyes, without any impurities, were like bright stars, and he seemed to be shining.

At this moment, all her anger was gone, leaving only

"My name is Sylvie Guillian. Nice to meet you. Are you Mr. Allen?"

"Um?"

Allen stood up, straightened the hem of his shirt a little, and looked at the long-legged Frenchman with some surprise. He had an angry look on his face just now, but in the blink of an eye his expression softened, and he started to introduce himself with a smile.

"Uh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that Miss Xiwei was feeling unwell today. I was rude."

Allen gestured to Huth and prepared to withdraw.

"Discomfort? I'm not feeling ill. Captain, you must have remembered it wrong. I was just afraid that Mr. Allen would wait for a long time, so I came to say hello first. I have to go back to change clothes and remove makeup, after all."

Xiwei Guilian explained with a normal expression, and smiled slightly at the confused look in her captain's eyes.

"Ah, it seems that I remembered it wrong, then..."

"Sir, can you wait while I go back to remove my makeup? I'm honored to receive your invitation."

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Allen looked at Sylvia Guillian, and then at the group leader who had an unnatural expression, not bothering to care what they were doing.

"Okay, then I'll leave someone waiting for you at the door. After you finish packing, they will take you to my manor."

"That's great. I look forward to meeting you again later."

"Well, I'll take my leave now."

Allen nodded slightly and went out under the guidance of the bodyguard.

"Xiwei you"

"I know, Captain. I haven't changed my mind. I just want to hit him hard at the dinner table later to let him know that not everyone will accept his invitation."

"All right."

The leader glanced at Sylvie Guillen, who was obviously in an unusual mental state. The French woman was all soft except for her mouth.

Leaving a car waiting for Sylvie Guillian in the theater parking lot, Allen took Hu Te back to the manor first.

What the woman said, the so-called wait a while to take off the makeup, then this wait a little while, at least it starts by the hour.

After they took off their makeup, they still had to put on makeup and dress up. How could he have the free time to wait here?

As soon as he walked into the hall, a broad figure seemed to move and moved next to Allen.

Old York looked at Allen excitedly and said, "Master, haven't the guests arrived yet? I'm ready."

Old York, who has been working hard recently, has secretly learned the art of French cuisine and is waiting for an opportunity to avenge his shame.

He has been waiting for this opportunity for half a year!

No one knows how he spent the past six months.

He wants to take back his identity as the chief chef of the Hill family!

"Oh, it's York. I heard that you bought a medieval British cookbook at a high price in that damn place in Cyprus?"

"Ah, Master, who leaked the news?"

Old York realized that the secret purchase of recipes was still very secret. He first found someone to inquire about the information. After the information was confirmed, he quickly returned the heirloom recipes he bought in the name of going home to see his grandson.

Allen took a deep breath. He really didn't know that Old York went to buy recipes at first, but the servants in the manor helped him taste the new dishes and had already ordered several. Hu Te told him about this. .

Looking at the clean and wide apron like a sheet on Old York's belly, Allen stretched out his hand and patted his belly and said: "York, you love to study, I don't object, but... if you take the things at home again?" If your servant puts you down and it affects your daily work, I will send you to Gambia and be your head chef there, what do you think?"

"me."

"Okay, no one's here yet, so we have to wait for a while, so go ahead and get ready."

Allen patted Old York on the belly a few more times before turning and going upstairs.

Although Allen didn't stay and wait for her personally, which seemed very rude, unlike her previous suitors who tried their best to please.

But Sylvie Guillian thinks this is normal. People like Mr. Allen have succeeded to the throne at a young age. They must be very busy at ordinary times and have to deal with many things. Being able to come to see her performance is already a break in his busy schedule. She took some time out of the car and even thoughtfully left the driver waiting for her.

This impression continued to the manor, and Sylvie Guillian became more and more convinced.

She has also seen many old castles in Europe.

But it was the first time she had seen something so rough and sloppy.

but.

This is where Lord Allen lives.

Looking at the stone walls of the manor, even the walls are full of historical atmosphere.

Walking all the way to the hall, she saw Alan Hill smiling at her.

"I've kept you waiting for a long time, Mr. Allen."

"Oh, it's okay, Miss Xiwei, can I show you around my manor first?"

"No. Well, I want to get to know you slowly. Is that okay with you?"

"oh?"

Allen raised his eyebrows, this girl is a bit proactive.

But he doesn't like people who take too much initiative, it feels a bit boring.

"Then how do you want to know?"

"Well, for example"

Sylvie Guillian raised her right hand, motioning for Allen to take her hand and continued: "Let's have a meal first. It's still early, isn't it?"

Caressing these slender but slightly calloused hands, Allen was a little puzzled. Why do ballet practitioners have calluses on their hands?

"It's better to relax, don't be so formal, you can call me Allen, you don't need to be as solemn as your Excellency."

The girl's words were very frivolous, but her words were still very polite. Weiwei added a little bit of impression to her in Allen's mind.

A small dining table for two is placed not far from the window. The light blue satin tablecloth and purple vase placed on the dining table are very sentimental and can perfectly reflect the aesthetics of the owner of the house.

But Xiwei was not attracted to the dining table first, but to the chef next to her.

According to the process, the chef will personally explain each dish to the diners, and the compliments from the diners are the best compliments to the chef.

But today.

The Earl's chef is quite a heavyweight.

Just from this figure, his occupation can be seen at a glance.

When the cook turned his head, revealing his wide mouth, the expression on his face was a bit...

Somewhat solemn?

This is the servant of the Earl's family, and he indeed has an extraordinary temperament.

Sylvia Guillen was led by Allen's hand to the dining table. This was the first impression this dinner left on her.

Dishes are served one after another, and the host waits for them to taste before taking them away.

Allen was a little irritable after eating.

I can’t get enough of this thing!

It was rude to eat too much, so he could only pick up the wine glass and look at Sylvia Guillen carefully while waiting for the food.

This person's appearance, how should I put it, is a little different from the one on the stage. On the stage, due to the hair style, it seems that I can only give a five or six points.

But after she got off the stage and put on makeup again, she looked a bit like the new French actress named Sophie Marceau.

But Sylvie Guillen's appearance is slightly softer than that of Sophie, and her facial features give people a very soft feeling.

Her long black hair looked very beautiful in the dim light of the evening.

I really want to grab it with my hands and tug at it.

"Alan, what are you looking at? What are you going to take me to do later?"

Sylvia Guillen met Allen's gaze, straightened her chest slightly, took a posture that was more convenient for Allen to appreciate, and asked knowingly.

"Of course I'm sending you back. Don't your group need to go back tonight?"

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Sylvia Guillen's eyes narrowed. After finishing the romantic dinner, the next step was...

The person in front of her actually wanted to send her back?

"Actually, after every performance, we have a few days of rest."

Isn't it said that he is very unruly and rebellious?

Allen looked at Sylvia Guillen. This seemed to be different from her rumored personality.

We have just finished eating, do we need to exercise?

Was it a little too hasty? This made Allen feel a little embarrassed.

In his opinion, it is best not to get to know each other for at least a day or two, but to chat more, and it is best to have a little bit of affection before proceeding to the next step.

But now.

Everyone has expressed this meaning. If you don't follow the Tao, wouldn't it mean that you can't draw the sword?

"Does Miss Xiwei like poetry? I will teach you a poem from the East."

Allen stood up and extended his hand to invite Sylvia Guillian to stand up.