Zhu Rong was very surprised to see Huang Xiangyun. She was busy running away just now, but she didn't notice that the person who hit her was Huang Xiangyun.

The Vietnamese all turned around and looked at Huang Xiangyun with murderous intent. Huang Xiangyun walked to them calmly, suddenly took action, and whipped it with the steel whip in his hands without hesitation.

Huang Xiangyun lacked the rightful affection for Vietnamese, so he was very cruel. No one who stood in front of him was spared, and he was beaten to death and fell to the ground and fainted.

After Huang Xiangyun knocked down the last one, he took Zhu Rong's hand and left. But she moaned and fainted in his arms. He frowned and had to pick her up, and went to the alley, found a taxi, and returned to the hotel.

In the car, Huang Xiangyun called the girls and said that he had something to do and asked them to play slowly and pay attention to safety.

In fact, the last sentence is redundant. In Europe, there are only a few people who dare to touch them... It is still the case that those people are crazy about their lives. Basically, that possibility is not great, and even if they are likely to live, they will not succeed. Those who protect them can go there.

Back at the private villa where everyone lived, Huang Xiangyun began to treat Zhurong. She was infected with a strange drug, as if it was a pest, as if it was a poison, as if it was aphrodisiac, as if it was aphrodisiac, as if it was aphrodisiac. She had no reaction for the time being, so Huang Xiangyun was a little confused.

He was giving her a massage, and at the same time he used acupuncture to help her remove the poison. Unexpectedly, she suddenly woke up, her eyes were scary red, and she tore off her veil and her skirt, throwing him down.

If Huang Xiangyun hadn't taken action quickly and pulled out the needles, she would have been injured. But now she would have used the time he pulled the needle and tampered with him, making him unable to move.

Huang Xiangyun's clothes were torn off for her. Before she could react, she cried out in pain, and was already united with him, becoming crazy...

Huang Xiangyun felt this for the first time, as if she was just a vortex or a cosmic black hole, sucking him into it and sinking infinitely!

When Zhu Rong went there for the first time, he couldn't control it. As a result, the explosion was so fierce that he fainted!

When he woke up, except for the bright red color on the snow-white bed sheets and the ambiguous traces left by her, Huang Xiangyun saw no traces of Zhurong.

He now knew that it was Zhu Rong, because her appearance under her veil and her cheering voice made him confirm that... Unfortunately, she left quietly, regretful...

Huang Xiangyun got up and cleaned up the room, cut the red leaflet off to keep it as a souvenir. He knew that women usually care about their first time, so he left this piece of cloth for Zhu Rong. He believed that the two of them would have a chance to meet in the future.

It was night and the girls had not come back yet. They had called him and said that there was a classmate's party and they all went to attend. Because they were all classmates this time and they didn't take anyone else, they didn't take Huang Xiangyun with them.

Huang Xiangyun was also happy that they let him go and prevent him from the noise and chaos of the party.

I was in a mess. Huang Xiangyun could not write and couldn't sleep, so I had to go out for a walk. After walking out of the residence, walking not far along the tree-lined road, I arrived at a bustling street.

The nights in Paris are very prosperous, and the scenery seems to be more beautiful than during the day. It is not far from the famous left bank. He walked slowly along the street and walked there.

The left bank is a geographically general term for an area, located on the St. Germain St. Montparnasse and St. Michel on the left bank of the Seine River, a cultural holy place that integrates cafes, bookshops, galleries, art galleries, museums. The Seine River travels through Paris in a shape from east to west, and the city of Paris comes from the Isle of Ciede in the center of the Seine River. The left bank gives birth to Paris.

From the 14th century AD, the residents of Cydei gradually expanded to both sides of the river. Since King Charles V of France moved the palace to the Louvre Vincen Castle on the right bank, the center of political power gradually moved to the right bank, and then the commercial economy flourished on the right bank. In addition to some sporadic residents, three major universities were built on the left bank: the University of Salbonne (later renamed the Paris Courtyard), the Trilingual University (later renamed the University of France) and the Four Kingdoms College (later renamed the Academy of France). Since teachers and students of the college had to learn Latin and write and talk in Latin at that time, this area is also called the Latin Quarter, which is the earliest area on the left bank, an area composed of intellectuals.

In the seventeenth century, Louis XIV moved to the Palace of Versailles, and the left bank became the only way to get from Paris to the Palace of Versailles. At that time, the left bank gained a golden period of rapid development. At that time, the high-ranking socialites came here to build mansions, which gradually formed a middle-class community with the cultural and intellectual circles as the mainstream, which formed a sharp contrast with the power and economic center formed by the royal palace mansion on the right bank. It is no wonder that people humorously said, "the right bank uses money, and the left bank uses brain."

As the cultural and intellectual community gathered on the Left Bank, various bookstores, publishing houses, small theaters, art museums, etc. were gradually established. Cafes and beer halls surrounding this social atmosphere also emerged and became an important gathering place for intellectuals and cultural figures on the left bank. Starting from St. Michel Street near the left bank of the Seine River, cafes and wines visited and gathered by cultural celebrities and sages were spread all over the city.

For more than 300 years, the coffee on the Left Bank has not only added sugar and milk, but also added the essence of literature, art and philosophy, and added a warm cultural concern like hot coffee. "Left Bank" has therefore become a cultural heritage, a symbol and a fashionable adjective.

When you walk into a cafe, you may be in a window where Picasso is sitting on the chair where Hemingway has sat under the light that Sartre wrote.

Around the oldest Church of St. Germain, there is the earliest Flo Cafe, also known as "Flower God Cafe"), which is the place where the famous philosopher Sartre and his lover Haihuangpova spend their time almost every day. Now the menu of the cafe also prints Sartre's quotes: "The nerve of freedom comes from the way of the flower god...". The nearby "Rip Beer House" is where Andrei Fantasy and French magazine writers meet regularly to discuss their writing experiences, and is also a place where Saint Laurent often gets involved.

If the right bank is filled with luxurious and grand cultural symbols: the Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe, Louvre, etc.; then the left bank has an outstanding spiritual direction: the Rodin Museum, Cluny Museum, mk2 Art Cinema, etc.
Chapter completed!