The real boss is the pet of the wealthy small group

"It's a robbery! Hurry up and hand over the macarons!"

The white wings in front of him kept flapping, making Meng Bao's eyes dazzled.

Meng Bao took a closer look, and it turned out that the one who wanted to "rob" him was the warm-hearted little white pigeon from before.

The little white pigeon landed on Meng Bao's shoulder: "I'm just joking with you, don't take it seriously."

Meng Bao was immediately happy: "Do you like this?"

The little white pigeon nodded desperately: "I like it, I like it so much!"

While talking, its fat and short neck is stretching towards the direction of the macaron, and it looks like it really wants to eat it.

"Then you can eat." Meng Bao opened the box generously, "This is a reward from Master, and I can share it with you."

Seeing that Mengbao was serious, the little white pigeon was very pleasantly surprised. It asked a little shyly, "Can I eat the pink one? I like strawberry-flavored macarons the most."

"Yes." Meng Bao said, holding the pink macaron in his palm, and the little pigeon stopped at her wrist and began to peck.

It pecks quickly and well, it will not hurt Lemon Bao at all, and it eats very cleanly without any residue left. It is a "recidivist" at first glance.

Meng Bao asked again kindly: "Little Gray Pigeon, do you want to eat?"

The little gray pigeon shook its wings, and said in a very arrogant tone, "I don't want to eat sweets, girls like to eat these."

Meng Bao said: "I see, so you are a baby pigeon."

Han Ziqian silently watched the scene in front of him.

Meng Bao had a conversation with the pigeon again, yes, it was a conversation!Because the pigeons are also very involved.

"Mengbao, can you really understand pigeons?"

No matter how talented Han Ziqian was, no matter how young and mature, he was only eight years old.

I am also curious about such interesting things that can be called fantasy.

Meng Bao hesitated a little. Grandpa and the others said that they should not tell others their secrets.

But... Master seems to be someone else.

Meng Bao thought again that he had already told Han Ziqian about his great strength, and the master also said that being a teacher for one day is equivalent to being a father, so how can this be considered someone else?

Therefore, things that cannot be told to others can be told to Master.

After figuring it out, Meng Bao felt relieved, and blinked mysteriously: "Master, I can tell you, but you can't tell anyone else! Not even one!"

The corner of Han Ziqian's mouth lightly raised: "Well, I won't tell."

Hearing Master's assurance, Meng Bao nodded trustingly: "Meng Bao can understand the words of pigeons, and can also understand Huang Huang's words. Hush, keep it secret!"

Seeing Meng Bao's cautious look, Han Ziqian gave up the idea of ​​going to the bottom of the matter.

Who doesn't have a secret yet.

As long as no bad things are done, secrets should be respected.

Moreover, Han Ziqian had taught Meng Bao several homework, and he had already deeply realized what a talented little girl Meng Bao was.

Compared with learning phonetic symbols in one pass, finishing a math textbook in one class, learning basic communication in French in two hours, and learning English by visiting the Louvre Museum...

Being able to understand the words of pigeons doesn't seem to be a shocking skill.

The two fed the pigeons for a while, and Lin Wan in a windbreaker came over on high heels.

She was very relieved that Han Ziqian helped to "carry" Mengbao for a while.

Don't look at Han Ziqian's strong ability to take care of himself, a child would dare to walk around the world alone, but the Han family will not really let him go.

I don't know how many bodyguards are following in the open and in the dark.

Just like the Lin family, they actually sent bodyguards to secretly protect Lin Wan and Meng Bao's mother and daughter.

Before, Meng Bao would be singled out and almost singled out eight bad guys, purely because she escaped from the locker room secretly, otherwise the bodyguards would follow to protect her.

Seeing that it was time for dinner, although Lin Wan hoped to have a mother-daughter trip to Paris alone with Meng Bao earlier, it was really unreasonable to just leave Han Ziqian like this.

What's more, they even helped her bring lemon treasures for a while.

I also bought desserts for Meng Bao, and seeing how happy Meng Bao was when he fed the pigeons, it was such a warm picture.

Therefore, Lin Wan proposed to eat at a restaurant called Latourmontlhery-Chezde next to the Louvre.

Han Ziqian said, "I can do it, thank you, Aunt Lin."

There is a sense of noble gentleman at a young age.

The three sat at an open-air table and ate. The main dish of this restaurant is duck confit. There are two large duck legs in one serving. The skin is very crispy, but the meat is tender and juicy.

Meng Bao likes Peking duck, so Lin Wan wants her to try a different roast duck.

Sure enough, Meng Bao ate with a small mouth as if she had applied transparent lip gloss, shiny and satisfied.

Lin Wan smiled, the one she likes is the most suitable.

It is not necessary to eat very expensive ingredients for every meal. Anyway, for a family like them, crayfish caviar and black truffles can be eaten without caring about the price, and small street shops can also eat deliciously.

Money is spent to enjoy life, nothing more.

Lin Wan secretly made up her mind that Duoduo must bring Meng Bao to enjoy life to the fullest.

At 30 pounds per person, everyone had a good meal.

After lunch, Lin Wan finally said goodbye to Han Ziqian as she wished, and left with Meng Bao.

Not even a polite question "Can you be alone?"

Lin Wan was worried that if she asked, Han Ziqian would have the cheek to say "no".

Han Ziqian looked helplessly at the back of Lin Wan's resolute departure.

Aunt Lin Wan didn't seem to have a good impression of him, did she?

***

There are two big duck legs in the stomach, which needs to be digested.

Shopping is the best exercise for digestion.

Lin Wan took Lemon Bao to the Champs-Elysées, a well-known shopping street where many luxury brands gather.

Without hesitation, Lin Wan led Meng Bao into Hermes.

In Lin Wan's view, ordinary Hermès bags are not worthy of her own treasures, she must have a limited edition Birkin bag.

As soon as the Hermès teller saw Lin Wan, they warmly welcomed them in and prepared a rich tea break.

Lin Wan thanked her and asked, "Is there a platinum bag suitable for my daughter?"

"Mrs. Ji, you and the little daughter, please come in with us."

The Hermès teller invited Lin Wan and her daughter into the inner room, and took out eight platinum bags with gloves on.

There are various colors, various materials, and various sizes, and each one is worth more than six figures.

For ordinary customers, if they just want to buy one, they have to order and buy other products first, and then after a long wait, they can’t choose the style. Basically, they just buy whichever one the teller gives them.

But Lin Wan doesn't need it.

She is a super VIP customer here.

She doesn't need to order goods, doesn't need to wait, and can choose freely.

Of course, today the right to choose is in the hands of Mengbao.

"Leng Bao, do you like anything?"

Lin Wan took Meng Bao's hand: "We'll buy whatever we like, and if we like them all, we'll buy them all."

Meng Bao read it from left to right, then back from right to left, then shook his head and said, "If you don't like it, can you not buy it?"

The Hermes teller was too shocked to speak.

This is a brand that big stars are flocking to!

To be disgusted by a child today?