Chapter 130

When he knew that Xun Mochen's parents lived in Nice, France, Su Qianmian began to look forward to it.

Nice is a French city in the Mediterranean Sea. We all know the romance of France and the Mediterranean style. When the two are combined, what kind of feelings should they have?

Another reason why she has always liked Nice is because of the Alps. The real blue sky and clear water, the undulating grassland. Looking up and bowing, the magnificent and majestic, distant and quiet, the pure and white mountains and the green grass in the blue sky, scattered people like mushrooms growing on the grass, leisurely and comfortable.

They got off the plane at Nice Côte d'Azur Airport. This is the main mode of communication between Nice and the outside world, which is surrounded by mountains and water on one side.

The train is connected to other cities in France.

Nice is the fifth largest city in France, second only to Paris.

However, Nice cannot be found on the world map published by China. Most of the marked cities are cities with a population of one million. Such circles are densely located in the land of China. There are few cities marked in France, such as Paris, Lyon, Marseille... Nice, where 300,000 people have just arrived, is not at all.

But this is the gathering place of the world's richest people. There is no other reason, with beautiful scenery and a long history.

The intertwined atmosphere of expensive shops and art is the unique beauty of Nice. Nice is a place full of talents, marshals, writers, composers, singers and racers.

The fresh air, the snow-covered Alps in the distance, the large green space, and the invisible, light but cultural atmosphere that covers the whole of Nice have invisibly relieved the tension of Su Qianmian.

There have been servants of the Xun family waiting at the airport, staring at the plane nervously and cautiously, waiting for them to be shocked, calm, sharp, ruthless and cruel... Cough, young master, get off the plane.

Xun Mochen and Su Qianmian didn't have any luggage, just a gift box for Xun Mochen's parents.

Xun Mochen and Su Qianmian had a security check. Liang Cheng-megi, who had been waiting respectfully for a long time, took the gift box in his hand and bowed his head and said, "Young master, please get in the car."

Xun Mochen hummed and pulled Su Qianmian into the car.

Nice has a mild climate. In March, the temperature has reached more than 20 degrees. Fortunately, Xun Mochen reminded that according to the description between the lines of Xun Mochen, she estimated the preferences of Xun Mochen's parents, prepared simple but unconventional short skirts and high heels, and rolled up her long hair. There was no flower chain decoration, but only wore it. A pile of green emerald earrings, full and smooth lines, are very beautiful with her long white neck and pointed face.

There are also jade pendants hidden in clothes on the neck, and rings looming on the ring finger.

Su Qianmian hesitated again and again, took off the ring, put it on with the jade pendant, and hung it back around his neck.

Xun Mochen frowned. Su Qianmian smiled and explained, "On the first side, you can't be careless. Otherwise, they will misunderstand." She paused and added with a smile, "Can I bring it back in the evening?"

Xun Mochen smiled and said nothing.

Liang Cheng, who was driving, drove the car and did not squint, but he actually kept his mind to observe this future young grandmother! The girl who made the young master almost tear his face with his wife, and let the young master not hesitate to move out the old master's girl, how beautiful is she?

Liang Cheng's first glance is a little... It's hard to evaluate. It's not earth-shakingly beautiful, but it looks comfortable. It's a good match to stand with the young master! How do you say that word? Yes! Husband and wife! They are too husband and wife.

Then he glanced at the ring on Su Qianmian's ring finger, peeked at Xun Mochen's eyes again, and glanced at the ring that blinded his dog's eyes: Ho-ho! Oh, my God!

Poor Lao Liang's literary accomplishment is too low, and he is too shocked. He can't say anything except mechanically carrying his young master's luggage and driving.

Now the little girl took off the ring, and the two communicated tacitly. Lao Liang's heart was full of cows! What a good match for a couple! The young master finally found the goddess in his heart! Poor young master who has never been in love at the age of 28!

Nice is divided into three parts. The first part is the old city and the port, which is very Italian. Restaurants, nightclubs and art galleries set off the quaint old city walls; the second part is the central area built in the 19th century, that is, the area behind the English promenade; the third part is the Himier district overlooking the north of the city, which is the Romans and Vito. Queen Leah's favorite.

And what they are going to is this third part.

The car drove into a manor, and the thick branches and leaves of the pavement covered the whole road. It is surrounded by rolling hills, a local gardener with a sun hat tidied the lawn, and a professional servant a scorching flower garden. No matter where you go, you can see the majestic, calm and powerful Alps, reflecting everything here.

Although something happened later, Su Qianmian is still a lady and a person who has seen the world. But looking at everything here, Su Qianmian suddenly felt that compared with here, Lincheng's so-called rich friends were simply ordinary people. And the owner of this manor is the king.

Su Qianmian turned his head and looked at Xun Mochen, and suddenly felt so strange. She never knows him outside the villa. She suddenly panicked. This panic comes not only from the surprise and lack of understanding of him and his family, but also from the lack of support behind him.

She remembers clearly that when she was in high school, the Chinese teacher talked about "A Dream of Red Mansions". Lin Daiyu loved Jia Baoyu deeply, but the words of her parents' life matchmaker, it was impossible to lack any of them.

Lonely. It can't be ignored.

Su Qianmian's palms were sweating, and his eyes drooped slightly, covering his inner nervousness.

Su Qianmian, it's okay. Come on!