Ten billion wealthy daughters

I hate you, I hate you.

As if hearing her words, Lin Yurui's eyes flickered, and his lips moved slightly, as if he was about to make a sound; the girl who looked up at the bottom had already turned around and walked out with her spine straight.

She didn't want to see him.

She and him seem to be separated by the furthest distance in the world - not in the past and present, but turning a blind eye.

Long after Qing'an's back disappeared, Anon appeared beside Rui with a complicated expression, opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

Before Lin Yurui set out to come here, the Wu family had already selected a wedding date, which was next month.

He didn't know how to face Qing'an, and he couldn't understand what the young master was going to do.

If he cared, why did he accommodate the Wu family; if he didn't care, why did he come to Paris?

Anon couldn't figure it out.

Compared with Lin Yurui, his way of feeling is much more straightforward. If he likes it, he will take it to heart and give her the best; if he hates it, he will never be polite.

Even though he also uses soldiers like a god, takes the lead, and even... can be called ruthless, but he still has clear likes and dislikes, and he will not compromise with people or things he doesn't like.

He couldn't understand the young master's appearance. He had known Lin Yurui for so many years and thought he knew him well, but in the past two years, he couldn't understand what he did.

Not only can't he understand, he can't guess; there was a person, maybe he could guess it, but that person... now has no apparent relationship with the young master, and he is afraid to avoid him.

Not only that, but there was resentment in her eyes—she had no intention of forgiving, and being able to stay away from each other for ages should have been the result of her patience.

He was transferred back to Myanmar from Huaxia, and he had prepared the worst plan in his heart, but found that...it was not the case; not only was he reinstated as an official, Lin Yurui also handed over a lot of important powers to him, which made him very busy.

But when he was so busy, he ordered to bring himself to Paris to attend the coming-of-age ceremony ball as a dance partner.

If Qing'an hadn't appeared, Anon would have been completely unable to understand the meaning of this dance—just, did the young master come to see Qing'an?

He was guessing in his heart, but he heard Lin Yurui's shallow voice: "You, go back first, I'll walk around casually."

Anon watched his back as he went away, feeling more and more uneasy in his heart, but...he didn't know why he was uneasy, after thinking about it, he turned and walked towards the room.

Knocking on the door, he saw the wise eyes and shallow smile of an English girl.

"I'm looking for Xia Qing'an." He expressed his purpose in poor English.

"Sorry, she's gone out." Cameron smiled. "And she didn't bring a mobile phone. I'm afraid you can't contact her."

It turned out to be so... No wonder he didn't answer the phone just now, Anon sighed, a little disappointed.

As the most honorable luxury hotel in France with the longest history, the garden here is extraordinarily large, and the greenery is not so good. Flowers and shades of various shades adorn the hotel wonderfully.

Qing'an was walking alone in the garden, feeling lonely and desolate in her heart, because when she came out, she didn't care about her mind, and she didn't bring her mobile phone, so she just went out in a daze.

After being blown by the wind for a while, her mind seemed to be clearer, she stood in the wind and sighed, her figure looked thin and helpless.

The night wind gradually picked up, Qing'an squinted her eyes, stretched out her hand to smooth out the disheveled hair, turned her head slightly, and saw that familiar figure, her body froze immediately.