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Xia Chuan said frankly, "Actually, I don't know Gerald."

Monica's eyes widened, "Then why are you looking at this?"

"The agent sent it to me, saying that Gerald wanted to meet with me."

Monica shook Xia Chuan's shoulders excitedly, "When can you take me with you?"

Xia Chuan frowned.

Unable to beat Monica, Xia Chuan finally called her according to the contact information in the email and pressed the speakerphone.

It was Geral's assistant who answered the phone. Xia Chuan couldn't understand French, so Monica made an appointment for him directly.

After hanging up the phone, Monica smirked, "You're lucky, Gerald is super handsome."

"What were you talking about just now?" Xia Chuan asked.

"We'll see Gerald tomorrow afternoon, my God, I have to prepare clothes for tomorrow." After speaking, Monica stood up and walked upstairs, then stopped and grabbed Xia Chuan, "Let's go Let's go shopping, and help you choose a suit of clothes by the way."

Xia Chuan couldn't digest Monica's fanaticism.

Xia Chuan was still taken aback when he saw Gerald.

With tough facial features and deep blue eyes, he seems to be a mysterious but humble gentleman.It seems that I can understand some of Monica's enthusiasm.

Gerald bent down slightly, and kissed Monica first. After the greeting, Monica took a seat. Xia Chuan stretched out his hand to Gerald, and said the only greeting he was familiar with, "Bonjour."

Gerald raised his arms to hug Xia Chuan, kissed him on the cheek, and said with a gentle smile in his tone, "Bonjour."

Xia Chuan was a little embarrassed, just smiled and took his seat.

This is a local French restaurant. The interior decoration is dominated by burgundy and dark blue, and there are several masterpieces of French Impressionism hanging on the wall, which is calm and romantic.

After ordering the meal, the three chatted. Gerald's Chinese, except for the awkward pronunciation of some words, had no major problems with grammar.

"Your Chinese is very good." Xia Chuan said.

Gerald raised his eyebrows, "But I can only understand a little bit of Li Bai's poems." As he spoke, the man made gestures.

Xia Chuan smiled, "There are not many people who can really understand it, and not many people are interested in ancient poetry now."

Gerald laughed loudly, "I just like his boldness of 'An Neng can break his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, making me unhappy'."

Xia Chuan also became interested, and was about to talk about Li Bai's official career with Gerald. Seeing that it was about to become an ancient poetry appreciation conference, Monica, who was sitting beside Xia Chuan, pinched Xia Chuan's thigh.

Xia Chuan understood the pain, and immediately changed some topics that were easy for Monica to intervene.

After a meal, Xia Chuan had a good impression of Gerald.When Gerald made an appointment to meet next time, Xia Chuan did not refuse, but when Gerald talked about cooperation, Xia Chuan hesitated.Usually, he accepts unimportant roles in money-making commercial films, but Gerald is planning a film about an oriental poet drifting overseas, and he wants to act like that oriental poet.

"So you watched a lot of movies from our country in order to choose candidates?"

"Yes, a lot."

"Why did you choose me in the end?" Xia Chuan still asked the question in his heart.

Gerald looked at Xia Chuan, "Because your appearance is very qualified, and your Chinese sounds beautiful." After a pause, he said with a smile, "Besides, if you are better than you, you are too old or your salary is too high. High schedule too busy."

Xia Chuan then smiled and nodded, "I will go back and discuss it with my manager."

Cheng Lin and the others read through the documents and had a few suspects, but none of them resembled enough to be completely sure.

Cheng Lin held the photo and thought, if the Capet family really had an idea about the route, who would be secretly looking at it?

When the family?Or is it someone who wants to compete for the next head of the family?After all, the capital to get the succession route is one more point.

"Who will be the next head of the Capet family, is there anyone else besides Phoebe?" Cheng Lin asked the assistant.

The assistant shook his head, "Phoebes doesn't have any brothers. The rest of the people are all collateral and can only be regarded as small troubles. The power of the Capet family should still be handed over to Phoebes."

Cheng Lin frowned. If it was just a small fight, Phoebus would not be so anxious to know the route.

"Is there any illegitimate child?"

The assistant was stunned, "I don't know about this. We didn't hear about it when we checked last time. If we keep it secret, we might startle the snake when we investigate."

Cheng Lin looked at the profile of the Capet family, "In the past, when the Capet family succeeded to the throne, there would not be such a big movement in the collateral line. If we all knew that the collateral line had no hope of succession, they would only know better, but this It would be too long to persist in this small fight."

"You mean..."

"There is another competitor. It should be better to have a personal relationship with the side line. If the side line doesn't see the sweetness or has no trust, they won't act rashly." Cheng Lin pointed to the picture, "Check, follow the side line Look up."

A few years ago, those who took a fancy to the route and almost succeeded would not be short-sighted, and their strength should not be underestimated.That ringleader is most likely the one behind this.

Cheng Lin felt that he was getting closer to the truth.

But I always feel that I have missed something, and I am a little inexplicably uneasy.

Just as he was thinking, the servant knocked on the door and handed over an invitation.

It was the dinner party at Capet's two days later.

Delivery here?Cheng Lin raised his eyebrows.

After making a phone call, I asked the people below to store the goods in a safe place in the city. After finishing the arrangement, I drove to the nursing home to find Lin Chan.

Lin Chan's French was taught by Cheng Lin.

Cheng Lin was injured once before and had to lie in bed for several months. He had nothing to do all day and had to tease Lin Chan who accompanied him. Lin Chan had no choice but to find something for Cheng Lin to do.

But he couldn’t read the book, and he didn’t want to play games. He was bored watching TV, so Lin Chan had no choice but to say, “Why don’t you call me French.”

French is beautiful, even though Lin Chan complained that some pronunciations sounded like a mouthful of phlegm when she was studying, but at least Cheng Lin thinks so, French is a more romantic skill mastered by the less romantic self.

In addition to learning some basic vocabulary and grammar every day, Lin Chan also likes to listen to Cheng Lin reading poems to herself, such as Musset, Baudelaire or Lamartine.

Cheng Lin moved to the side, freeing up half of the bed for Lin Chan, and Lin Chan carefully lay beside him, cuddling each other.

Sometimes Lin Chan could understand those poems, but sometimes she couldn't.

It's just that Cheng Lin's voice is always very gentle when reading poems, even if he is holding his own hard place, Lin Chan still feels that he is gentle and addictive.

Lin Chan's talent in this area has always been better than herself, but now she is more proficient in French than herself.

Lin Chan brought some flowers to the nursing home to visit the landlady and the others. He told some jokes, which made everyone in the room laugh. The landlord didn't know if he understood or not, so he laughed too. The landlady shed tears when she saw him laughing.

Cheng Lin knocked on the door, "Lin Chan."

Lin Chan smiled and looked up at him.

"It's time for dinner."

"Here comes."