Chapter 133 Revisiting the Old Place

Five years later, Paris is more beautiful. Those landmark buildings have not changed. There are still so many flowers on the roadside. Some trees are taller and the varieties of flowers are richer.

When she arrived at the romantic manor, the endless manor and the farms, flower garden and farm on the manor made Ji Zhenzhen completely return to five years ago, "Wow, it's so beautiful!"

"Do you like it?" Rong Zijun was in a good mood when he saw that Ji Zhenzhen was so happy and asked gently.

"I like it, of course I like it!" Ji Zhenzhen cheered and looked exactly the same as five years ago.

"Then let's live here, okay?" Rong Zijun gently took Ji Zhenzhen's waist and kissed Ji Zhenzhen's forehead.

"Good!" Ji Zhenzhen felt extremely happy and replied without thinking. At this moment, she forgot that she was Xiaojun's mother, that Rong Zijun was the son of Rong Shichang, the enemy who killed her father, forgot that she was going to divorce Rong Zijun, forgot that she said she would marry Guan Qingyu, and forgot everything... There is only Rong Zijun in her world...

Henry didn't know when he left quietly, leaving Rong Zijun and Ji Zhenzhen to enjoy this warmth and romance.

"Ling..." Rong Zijun's mobile phone rang inappropriately, and Rong Zijun frowned.

"Hello, I'm Rong Zijun."

"President, everyone is here, it's just you." The phone is urging Rong Zijun.

"Okay, I know." Rong Zijun hung up the phone and kissed Ji Zhenzhen's cold and small nose, "Jianzhen, I'll go first and wait for me to come back."

Ji Zhenzhen reluctantly looked at Rong Zijun's departure, and Henry appeared in time, "Mrs. Rong, I'll take you to the orchard."

"Okay, I want to eat grapes and apples!" Ji Zhenzhen remembers that the apples in the orchard here are delicious and drools when she thinks about it.

Henry led Ji Zhenzhen to the orchard. There were many more fruit trees than five years ago. Some of the fruit trees were half blooming and half of them had already bearing fruit. Ji Zhenzhen was very strange and asked, "What kind of tree is this?" Why does half of the same tree bloom and half bear fruit?

"This is a new variety I have cultivated. In fact, it is also an apple, but it is harvested in two seasons, which can ensure that we use the freshest apples when brewing fruit wine." Henry picked a ripe apple and handed it to Ji Zhenzhen. "Mrs. Rong, try it. It tastes very different."

Ji Zhenzhen looked at the new variety of apples that were so red that they were different from other apples and took a big bite. They felt crisp but not hard, sweet but not greasy, and a fragrance that permeated her heart and spleen. This feeling was really good.

"It's delicious!" Ji Zhenzhen enjoys the scenery of the orchard while eating apples. This feeling is really wonderful.

"What is this?" Ji Zhenzhen saw a stone tablet under an apple tree engraved with many foreign characters. Ji Zhenzhen asked Henry because she didn't know French.

"This is the record of the romantic event of the romantic manor. Whenever there are young men and women in the romantic manor, it will be recorded on it. You see, this is the first happy couple in the romantic manor. They want to leave a memorial for their love, so they erected this stone tablet. Later, whenever young men and women pass by here, they will make devout wishes until they grow old age. If combined, they will engrave the names of both sides on the stone tablet and a declaration of love. Slowly, this place has become a place to commemorate love and a place to make wishes. Henry introduced by pointing to the text on the stone tablet.

"Henry, do you have a girlfriend?" Ji Zhenzhen suddenly asked after hearing this.

"Yes, she is a Chinese girl as beautiful as Mrs. Rong." Henry blushed. What a big boy.

Is that right? Have you made a wish?" Ji Zhenzhen was very happy that Henry said that about herself.

"Of course, but her parents don't seem to agree with our relationship..." Henry said this, and there was no longer a smile on his face, but a faint sadness.

"Why?" Ji Zhenzhen was surprised. Why didn't the girl's parents agree with Henry, such a sunny and handsome young man?

"Mrs. Rong, the daughter of an orchard worker, has lived in the manor since childhood. We grew up together, but her parents hope that she can find a Chinese boy." Henry said slowly, "Her parents even said they would take her back to China and prevent her from meeting me."

Ji Zhenzhen felt very sorry after hearing this and thought about how to help them? How can such a couple be separated like this? What exactly do the girl's parents think? Henry is such a good boy, and it is difficult to find a lantern in China.

"Mrs. Rong, are you tired?" Henry and Ji Zhenzhen strolled around for a long time, chatting and walking for a long time.

"I'm not tired. The air here is very fresh, full of energy and energetic." Ji Zhenzhen naturally doesn't feel tired while looking at the beautiful scenery and thinking about things.

"Let's go back. It's time for dinner." Henry warned.

"I'm full, haha!" Ji Zhenzhen has no desire to eat at all.

"That won't work. Fruit can't replace the main meal. If you don't eat, Mr. Rong will blame me." Henry's mood also recovered, as if he hadn't talked about his troubles.

Rong Zijun sat at the dining table waiting for Ji Zhenzhen. He had an impulse to never return to China again. In this way, he and Ji Zhenzhen lived here, so that Ji Zhenzhen would always belong to him.

"Mr. Rong, it's perfectly back to Zhao." Henry actually learned to use Chinese idioms and smiled mischievously.

"Thank you!" Rong Zijun looked at the triumphant Ji Zhenzhen with a sweet smile on her face, expressed his sincere gratitude to Henry, and also expressed his understanding of Henry's "perfect return to Zhao".

"Zijun, I ate several new varieties of apples today. It's really delicious!" Ji Zhenzhen seemed to have lost her memory, and came to the romantic manor like a different person.

"No matter how delicious it is, you can't eat too much, otherwise how to have dinner?" Rong Zijun already knows that Ji Zhenzhen has eaten several apples. How can she just eat apples? She still needs to have a meal.

Dinner is authentic French food, including cold roast chicken, goose liver warm salad, sea eel soup, stewed veal, mixed salad with shredded vegetables, white shrimp jelly... Ji Zhenzhen can't help drooling on a large table of dishes. In front of delicious food, Ji Zhenzhen is an idiot who doesn't care about anything.

"I'm hungry. Let's eat first!" Ji Zhenzhen ate a piece of stewed veal and suddenly felt refreshed. The beef was fragrant and tender, and she still wanted to eat it.

"Eat slowly." Rong Zijun smiled. Ji Zhenzhen, a little fool, seemed to be attracted by magnetism when she saw the food.

"Uh... I'm full..." After dinner, Ji Zhenzhen was satisfied and rubbed her round stomach. She felt that this kind of life was really enjoyable and carefree. She ate delicious food every day, watched the beautiful scenery, breathed fresh air, and was accompanied by her beloved.

"Didi..." Ji Zhenzhen's mobile phone received a text message.

"Mommy, Xiaojun misses you." In the mobile phone is an MMS message sent by Xiaomo, which is a video recording what Xiaojun said to Ji Zhenzhen when she was ill.

Ji Zhenzhen suddenly misses Xiaojun very much. She is enjoying life, but Xiaojun is in the hospital. What a cruel mommy!

"How can I abandon Xiaojun?" Ji Zhenzhen said to herself, "What am I doing in France? Why should I come to France? Rong Zijun... What did Rong Zijun bring me to France? Save Rongjia? Yes, where is Rongjia?

"Jinzhen, is it Xiaojun?" Rong Zijun saw the video in Ji Zhenzhen's mobile phone next to him, so his face was full of kindness.

"Rong Zijun, where did you say you brought me to save Rongjia? Where is it?" Ji Zhenzhen suddenly turned around, faster than turning over the book, and Rong Zijun suddenly didn't react.

"Rongjia is not in Paris." Rong Zijun replied calmly, noting Ji Zhenzhen's sudden change of face.

"You liar!" Ji Zhenzhen got up angrily and went to her room and didn't want to talk to Rong Zijun anymore.

Rong Zijun is inexplicable. Why did Ji Zhenzhen suddenly get angry? Is it because you miss Xiaojun? Or do you miss Guan Qingyu? Guan Qingyu, I won't let you succeed!

"Xu Zhi, what's going on with Guan Qingyu?" Rong Zijun called his assistant Xu Zhi and asked.

"Report to the president, Chen Qi has tamped with several contracts. Now Guan Qingyu is in a hurry and has no time to go to the hospital to take care of Young Master Xiaojun." Xu Zhi replied confidently that this was the most successful thing Xu Zhi had done, and Rong Zijun praised him from beginning to end.

"Well done, go on!" Rong Zijun didn't like nonsense and hung up the phone after saying that.

"Jinzhen, open the door!" Rong Zijun knocked on the door of Ji Zhenzhen and shouted.

"No!" Ji Zhenzhen has just had a video chat with Xiaojun. At this moment, she is sitting on ** and reading Lin Zi's novels on the Internet and reading them with relish.

"Then I'll go straight in?" Rong Zijun scared him.

"Whatever!" Ji Zhenzhen ignored Rong Zijun's threat.

"What are you looking at?" Rong Zijun didn't know when he entered Ji Zhenzhen's room. Seeing Ji Zhenzhen's very distracted appearance and wearing a pink nightdress, he couldn't help but think about it.

"You, why did you come in?" Ji Zhenzhen looked up and saw that Rong Zijun was wrapped in a bath towel and stood by her bed. Her hair was still wet. She should have just taken a shower.

"Didn't you let me in?" Rong Zijun sat ** with extremely ambiguous eyes.

"I don't have it. Go quickly. I still want to read novels." Ji Zhenzhen suddenly became nervous again. She happened to see the lingering plot of the hero and heroine in Lin Zi's novel, and Rong Zijun's abdominal muscles just let Ji Zhenzhen see it at a glance, and her inner desire was impacting Ji Zhenzhen's reason.

Rong Zijun opened Ji Zhenzhen's laptop on the table and couldn't help kissing Ji Zhenzhen's mouth that she wanted to speak.

Ji Zhenzhen wanted to push away Rong Zijun, but she was really obsessed with Rong Zijun's gentleness. Ji Zhenzhen once again fell into Rong Zijun's tenderness.

This time, Rong Zijun did not kiss domineeringly, but mixed with a trace of manly power like a gentle drizzle. Ji Zhenzhen couldn't extricate herself from being immersed in this happiness...