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Airport.

The huge and transparent airport is like an eggshell. The reinforced concrete buildings make the airport look very strong. The marble floor is smooth and clear, and people can be faintly seen floating on it. People coming and going step on the cold floor.

Everyone is in a hurry.

His dazzling blond hair attracted many people to stop and watch. He wore a pair of thick black sunglasses on his handsome face, dragging the suitcase with one hand and holding another person's body with the other.

Mo Weiliang looked around excitedly, full of curiosity about this strange but familiar city. Her black and white eyes were full of new interest. A refreshing blue and blue gradient skirt was put on her body, which gave her a sense of elegance.

She had a clean feeling, with a small white shawl draped over her shoulders, and her hand on Bei Yiyi's arm at the side.

"Honey, hubby, how did you know that I've always wanted to come to France? It's so great here!" Mo Weiliang greeted her international friends excitedly, and others gave her a polite smile in return.

"If I can't guess my wife's thoughts, then I, as a husband, would be remiss in my duty..." Bei Mingyi pinched her chin, trying to get her eyes to meet his eyes, but she kept restless.

He looked away, as if he was a little baby who had never seen the world.

He frowned slightly, but he didn't know that this small movement caused a large number of women to scream. When he was about to say something, he was interrupted by another clear, soft voice.

"Director Yi."

Mo Weiliang looked in the direction of the sound source and saw a girl about the same age as herself walking in their direction.

Her long brown hair reaches her waist, and her smooth bangs stay in front of her forehead. Her beautiful big eyes are like twinkling stars in the sky, shining like diamonds. A smile appears on her delicate face.

Polite and just right, the point is, she is wearing the exact same skirt as Mo Weiliang!

Is this a coincidence?

Mo Weiliang curled his lips in dissatisfaction. How could he meet Bei Miaoyi's acquaintance here? He should have gone to a mountainous place for his honeymoon.

"Director Yi, what's such a coincidence? Are you coming to France to play too?" The woman stood still in front of them, but her eyes were always fixed on Bei Shiyi's face, and her bright black pupils completely reflected his face.

, as if Mo Weiliang was a wisp of air or a transparent person.

"Yes, my husband and I came to France for our honeymoon!" Mo Weiliang deliberately put his arm on Bei Miaoyi's arm and said loudly, as if to promote his position.

After hearing Mo Weiliang's words, the girl turned her attention to her. Her eyes were full of assessment and contempt. In just this second, the girl turned her attention back to Bei Miaoyi.

Bei Mingyi looked at their hands linked together, took off the sunglasses in front of her handsomely, and then hung them on the white T-shirt on her chest. She raised her lips slightly and put her arms around Mo Weiliang's waist. She was

She exclaimed in fright, then leaned her head on his chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat.

"Honey, are you tired after flying for so long?" He lowered his head and pushed her hair behind her ears with delicate and gentle movements, his voice as gentle as his movements.
Chapter completed!