sultry

Ye Rongzhen rented a house in Paris, found a job, and started her new life seriously.

No one here knows him, and there is no endless entanglement. People are polite and maintain a proper sense of distance.

This handsome oriental youth is very popular in the company.

In particular, he also speaks fluent French, and his voice sounds like a gentleman in the upper class of France. Sometimes people feel that listening to him is a kind of enjoyment.

Even the out-and-out French may not be able to speak French so well, like playing every note on the piano.

This company is a famous record distribution company in France with a history of more than a hundred years. The people who come and go are singers and artists. He usually doesn't even pay attention to domestic artists, let alone France.

Christine had her eye on this young man from the East very early on.

I have to say that God gave him a good look.

She is the owner of a record company, and she has passed the age when she would blush when she sees a young and handsome man. She is already 38 years old, and no amount of delicate makeup can hide the wrinkles around her eyes.

Although she still looks young, she clearly knows her age.

She is more and more eager to touch some young, fresh, flesh.

I noticed this young man when he was interviewing.

The appearance of the young man fully satisfied her imagination of oriental people.She has also seen a lot of oriental people, but compared to Ye Rongzhen, those people are like clouds in the sky and mud on the ground.

She really liked this oriental youth so much.

The company dinner at night made her feel that she had a chance to get close to him.

Ye Rongzhen was very popular in the company. People poured wine glass by glass, and Christine squinted her eyes, looking up and down at the young man's slightly open skirt, which was as delicate as porcelain.

He drank too much.At this moment, her face was not the red that ordinary people would show, but a pink that was almost like petals, spread thinly, and finally even spread to the back of her white hands.

The eyes are a little soft.It's like it's filled with water.

Leaning there quietly is like an oriental painting.

A profane painting.

The complexion that was usually covered up overflowed like this, from the corners of the eyes, from the hair, and from the eyebrows.

Many girls were dazzled by the astonishing color.

The young man seemed to have drunk too much, and moved his body uncomfortably.

Christine came over to support him, and smiled at the colleagues beside her, "I'll take him to sober up, you can do whatever you want."

Everyone knows what it means to hang up.

I laughed tacitly.

The boss has long been aware of Ye's interest in Shang Ye, and Christine has never concealed it, but Ye Rongzhen, who is so obtuse, seems to take the initiative to insulate from the glances thrown by all parties.

Christine supported Ye Rongzhen and threw him onto her convertible sports car.

The young man on the co-pilot was still drunk, with the smell of alcohol all over his body.

The brown hair was loose, revealing a smooth forehead.

"Christine... where are we going?"

"Go to a good place."

Christine said softly.

She put her hand on Ye Rongzhen's collar, smiled and unbuttoned his shirt, making him look even more disheveled.

"leaf?"

Ye Rongzhen didn't even have any reaction at this moment.

Then she clung to Ye Rongzhen, holding Ye Rongzhen's face and wanted to kiss her, when the headlights of the opposite car suddenly came on, almost blinding her eyes.

Christine looked over dissatisfied, and it took a while to see clearly the car on the opposite side that was arrogantly lighting up her eyes.

It was also a sports car.

It is also a sports car, almost twice as expensive as hers.

A blond French youth got out of the car, wearing a suit with a stand-up collar. He was tall, with a fair face and deep contours. God seemed to have bestowed on him all the good things, making him look like he was walking in a medieval oil painting. out of the prince.

Looking at Christine with a pair of blue eyes, she smiled mockingly, "What did you encounter? Ma'am, what are you doing?"

Christine frowned, "It has nothing to do with you, does it?"

The blond young man seemed to be someone who was used to going in and out of these places. Although he looked like a gentleman, he couldn't hide his flirtatiousness.

"Why doesn't it have anything to do with me? This is my friend, so I can't just watch it and be attacked by you."

He had been looking at the parking lot for a while.

He shouldn't be in charge of this matter.

Where did he get this idle time in a day?

No wonder this young man is so beautiful.

Sitting with that old woman, like a pervert and Little Red Riding Hood.

The old woman didn't even close the hood, so she did something to blind him.