Feng Zhihe fell asleep for a long time on the plane. It was not until the plane entered France that she took off her blindfold and woke up. Maybe she had already woken up, but Tang Yuyao did not intend to get too entangled in this aspect. Net
Although when the plane was still flying in the mainland, Feng Zhihe once said that after arriving in Paris, he and Phil Sun would walk around the Champs Elysées, and then go to the Moulin Rouge to see the style of France. However, Feng Zhihe was not fifteen or sixteen.
A child who is 20 years old, she also knows very well what Tang Yuyao is doing. Therefore, from now on, she must not know Sun Feier at all, who is being stared at by those in Europe. She and Tang Yuyao came to Paris together, and that's all.
That's all.
To put it nicely, Feng Zhihe will own Tang Yuyao alone for a period of time. To put it harshly, from now on, Feng Zhihe will become Tang Yuyao's private property. Except for Tang Yuyao, all of Feng Zhihe's actions will be restricted.
Does Feng Zhihe really not care about this kind of restraint?
Tang Yuyao didn't know, but he believed that Feng Zhihe must have thought about it for a long time on the plane and finally made a decision that was really suitable for her. Therefore, when Feng Zhihe put away the backrest and sat up slowly, Tang Yuyao just smiled.
Asked: "Are you awake?"
Feng Zhihe nodded and said: "This kind of sleep is really uncomfortable. If possible, I hope to get off the plane and stay in a better hotel, and then let me sleep comfortably for 24 hours. That's called a
So happy."
Tang Yuyao smiled and said: "Aren't you going to the Champs Elysées?"
Feng Zhihe looked at Tang Yuyao and made sure that Tang Yuyao was not joking. Slowly, a smile appeared on her face and she asked, "Don't you feel bad about spending money on me? This money should have been given to Xin Yueshan.
"
Tang Yuyao shook his head and said: "It's nothing to feel bad about. Now that I can't spend it all and it becomes someone else's, that's the real feeling of heartache."
Although Feng Zhihe is not as talented as Murong Bailing, she is also very perceptive. When Tang Yuyao just mentioned this, she immediately understood the whole story and asked in a low voice: "Is it related to those things in Fucheng?"
Tang Yuyao nodded and said: "I just got the news not long ago. You and I have a 20 million euro apartment in the 7th district of Paris. There is a housekeeper, a driver, and it is said that there is a beautiful servant. After we get off the plane
, first of all, we have to go to the Champs Elysées and do some shopping like a country bumpkin."
"Country bumpkin? How country bumpkin?"
Tang Yuyao gestured with his hands and said: "Within one day, to be precise, before 3:30 pm, we will spend this amount to let those stores selling luxury jewelry know that a new victim is here."
"80,000? Get rid of it. Eighty thousand in mainland China is less than 8,000 euros. Spending so much in one day on the mainland may be a lot, but this is Europe, and this amount of money is simply not enough."
Tang Yuyao lowered his head, trying hard or Feng Zhihe saw his smile, and said solemnly: "Multiply 100 times on the basis of 8,000, that is the goal you and I will spend today."
"Eight, eight, eight hundred thousand euros?"
Feng Zhihe screamed in fright on the spot. After people on other seats turned to look at her, she quickly shrank her head, stuck out her tongue, and said: "You said we have to spend so much money? Oh my God.