Madam escaped

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"Let me also take a look at what was filmed? Did it just take pictures of my embarrassing appearance?"

As I said that, I reached for the camera.But she smiled and refused, holding the camera with one hand, and stopped me with the other hand and said, "Don't worry, I'm just trying out the function and cultivating the hand feeling so that it won't break when I'm about to shoot."

"Excuse! It's all digital now. Your camera can take tens of thousands of pictures. If you encounter such a good scene, give it dozens of pictures. Are you afraid that you won't be able to choose a good one?"

While tearing her apart, I reluctantly put on the sweater and hat.Let her go, love to pat!

Even though the hat blocked my face, I could still feel that she wasn't stopping.

Just as she took pictures from time to time, I remembered the bad past when I first came to France.In addition to taking care of my mother, I was running around in the hospital and the language center. I was physically exhausted and suffered psychologically.During this ordeal, apart from worrying about my mother's illness and being tortured by completely unfamiliar French, I also missed her endlessly.At that time, memories and everything about her became my last consolation.For a while, I hated my dad for this. If he hadn't dropped my phone, I could have contacted her. There are still a few photos I took on the phone to see.

When I miss it very much, I don’t have a real object to entrust, which is a pity!

So, did she also experience this kind of longing like I did at that time?

Thinking of this, I put down my hat and saw her pretending to take pictures of the night scene. I was so softened by her childish appearance, I put my arms around her and said, "If you want to take pictures, you can take pictures, don't you just want to take pictures of my prosperous beauty?" Well, come on, take whatever you want, do you want to take five consecutive shots of grimaces?"

"Oh Well!"

She nestled on my shoulder with silly joy, flipped the lens, raised the camera high, and pressed the shutter with my face close to my face.Like an idiot, I kept squeezing my facial features in front of the camera, and I guess I took the ugliest photo in my life.Even those foreigners who don't understand Chinese were amused by my strange appearance, not to mention her who looked back at the photos all the way afterwards.

Laughing all the way, watching, having fun!

☆、Chapter 69

I dragged her suitcase and followed her, thinking that she had no place to live, her stomach was empty, she didn't know how to settle down tonight, and she could act like a normal person.Is it because her heart is too big, or can the photos of me that I took really serve as spiritual food?

Just following along like that, I actually felt that she was happy in her figure. It stands to reason that I should be happy for her, but the truth is that I still feel a burst of sadness.

As a matter of conscience, I took her to a century-old restaurant near the Champs Elysees to eat steak.The waiter brought the menu, but she just looked through it slowly without saying what to eat.

I asked her, "Why don't you order?"

She replied: "I don't know which one is delicious? Help me order!"

Her attitude was casual, but her tone was very serious. After she finished speaking, she put the menu aside, as if letting you decide.

I had to take all the orders, and did so until she left France.

In fact, in addition to French, there are English instructions on the menu. She can definitely order by herself, but she just keeps silent because I speak French very well.

Miss, no matter how nicely you say it, you can't give all your food to others. If I serve you a plate of grass root, will you eat it too?You must know that if you don't eat all the food you order, it will be said in France.

The point of complaining about her is also because whenever I talk to others, she always looks at me obediently and fascinated, which bothers me very much.

Speaking of food, the steak here is really delicious. It is said to be fed pure green. It is produced by the owner's own farm. It is tender and juicy.

I have been hungry for most of the day, regardless of the appetizers and main courses, I can eat everything in one go. The steak is not cut carefully. I only cut a rough piece and put it in my mouth. I chew and cut the second piece.

After all, she is a young lady, with a first-class posture, and the knife and fork is also standard and natural, and she is still cutting gracefully, until the cutting is almost catching up with the effect of mechanized reformation, laughing in front of everyone. Then swap her plate with mine.

And I am like an idiot, with a mouth full of delicious beef, looking at her beautiful face, with her cut beef in front of me, everything should be perfect and happy, but who the hell is laughing at me for being a dick Tokuko's?It's okay to laugh, but can you make your voice a little softer?Even if you can't whisper, can you use a language I don't understand?Latin, Spanish, or English!My English is not good!

Indignantly, I silently exchanged the plate with her, and amidst her silent puzzlement, I silently said: "I'm not used to eating other people's food!"

Everything was fine at first, the wine, the food, the beautiful scenery, the great enjoyment, it was just so tasteless, and it made me even more heartbroken when I paid.

More than 200 euros, the fucking food is so unpleasant!

I was going to book a hotel for her, but in a fit of anger I decided not to, save money!I took her directly back to my dormitory.I'm sorry, miss, I wronged you on the single bed tonight.

She saw that I was in a bad mood, so she was quite sensible and didn't say much, even after I took her back to the dormitory, she didn't care much, but after I sat at the desk with a book for a long time Said: "I'm sleepy!"

As long as there is even the slightest bit of emotion and dissatisfaction in her voice, I can use this to terminate all relations with her, and I can even drive her out on the street, and get out with those filthy money!

But why did she speak so softly, why did she say it that made me feel bad, why did she have to make me unbearable?

I pointed to the bed and said, "Sleep!"

She looked at the bed, then at me, and finally knelt down to open the box to get something.

I continued to read the book, she took the good things into the bathroom, before she closed the door, I didn't even move, I didn't even show the basic hospitality, let alone tell her how to use the cold water in there hot water.

In fact, as long as she keeps asking me anything in that tone, I should be willing to teach her, and even help her adjust the water temperature, but she doesn't.

Is she too stubborn or too smart?No matter what you do, you are so easy and at your fingertips. No matter when, especially this reunion in France, when we are with her, there will always be a distance between us.Sometimes it is an invisible boundary, and sometimes it is tangible.It can be rich or poor, upbringing, or even the minimum dignity that a person should maintain as a human being.

No matter when and where she is, she can look down on all beings from above, but also be approachable and considerate.No matter what state she is in, people can't ignore the fact that she was born a princess!

When my thoughts were confused, the sound of water finally continued in the bathroom.