Before Song Yan returned to China, he said goodbye to Lin Miaomiao by the Seine River.
The evening of the season was already chilling, and he took off his dark blue scarf and tied it between her neck.
Miaomiao doesn’t need to be taken down, just wear it all the time.
The words she kept wearing were as if he was always by her.
Thank you senior.Lin Miaomiao was wrapped in his scarf, and the cold breath lingered in the tip of her nose, as fresh as a pine tree.
How long are you going to stay in Paris?
If I pass the advanced class exam, the school will introduce us to a three-month internship at a dessert shop in Paris, and I should return to China at the beginning of next year.
Wonderful.Song Yan called her softly.
Um?She put her hands on the scarf, her long eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes were shining brightly by the river.
Song Yan grabbed the hem of the scarf and leaned her body closer to him.
Lin Miaomiao couldn't help but tiptoe, raised her head, just in time to look into his sincere eyes.
Can you be with me after you return to China?
Until Song Yan boarded the plane back to China, he did not get her approval.
The answer Lin Miaomiao gave him was that I need to consider it.
He also left a gift for Lin Miaomiao. A pair of black high heels were placed in the white box, and a circle of silver-white pearls were decorated with thin straps, just like the earrings she wore that day.
There was a bottle of white wine inside, and she knew that the bottle was made of Sauvignon Blanc.
A kind of grape that is endowed with poetry represents long-lasting lovesickness.
That night, Lin Miaomiao had a long-lost spring dream, which was the first time he had come to France.
Her slender fingers rubbed her whole body until her nipples poured out again, covering his fingertips.
She couldn't see his face clearly, only knowing that he was holding his fingers one by one, his eyes were blurred and he was breathing.
After he finished sucking his fingers, he leaned over and kissed her breasts lightly, sucked her milk, and spread all the way, teasing her stamens with the soft tip of his tongue.
Lin Miaomiao suddenly woke up at the moment when the love tide was about to reach its peak, looking at the dark ceiling panting.
Her body was still hot, her legs were wet and sticky, her face was as red as drunk, and her chest was fluttering.
Perhaps it was the thoughts brought about by Song Yan's arrival, but in fact, she also missed him?And they.
During those days when the villa was blocked, three meals a day, dishes and desserts, one wonderful sex after another.
The tangled body, the hot breathing, the scorching body fluids, the ultimate pleasure of blending water and milk, the climax again and again, like marks imprinting the body's memory, invading her senses at midnight.
When she woke up from her dream, she could only fall asleep again in the comfort of her fingers. When she fell asleep, everyone's face was shaking in front of her.
His, his, or his.
It turned out that she had never forgotten them.
The course of the French Dessert Advanced Class ended successfully, and Lin Miaomiao was recommended to an internship at a dessert shop in another block.
The internship is fulfilling and busy. She comes to the store to report at six o'clock every morning and learns a lot of knowledge that she cannot learn in school in the dessert shop.
In the winter of Paris this year, a massive strike movement was ushered in, slowly sweeping over half of the city.
The dessert shop is temporarily closed, so she has to practice making various desserts repeatedly at home.
District 15 was not affected by the strike, and Anson continued to study cooking courses on Blue Belt.
Miaomiao, you should not go to India Street to buy baking ingredients.
What's wrong?
Ansen sat by the window, listening to the crowded voices not far outside. It was too unsafe outside recently.
Lin Miaomiao put the materials he just bought into the refrigerator one by one and thought about it carefully.
But the things over there are much cheaper than supermarkets, so I will be very careful.
Ansen shrugged, sighed helplessly, and his fingers quickly typing on his phone.
Unexpectedly, winter came. One afternoon, Lin Miaomiao had a tour of the Chinese supermarket and went to India Street to purchase baking materials, and happened to run into the demonstration.
She waited patiently in the circular square for the crowd to pass by, and just had to cross the two streets in front to get home immediately.
Perhaps this time the people were particularly excited and kept pushing with the police in front of them, and firecrackers, fireworks and burning objects began to scatter.
After repeated dissuasion warnings failed, the police threw tear gas at the crowd.
Lin Miaomiao retreated to the alley in panic, and a group of people rushed towards her, and the scene was very chaotic.
She finally opened her eyes when she saw a blood-faced man rushing over.
The strong smell of blood came to her nose, making her unable to breathe.
When she saw such a bloody scene for the first time, her mind was spinning and the things in her hands were scattered all over the ground.
She folded her waist back, and her long black hair flowed down, and she was about to faint on the ground.
Suddenly, a pair of powerful hands hugged her from the side, and she fell into the man's arms.
She was shaken forward and rushed forward for a moment, facing a pair of familiar and deep pupils.
The evening of the season was already chilling, and he took off his dark blue scarf and tied it between her neck.
Miaomiao doesn’t need to be taken down, just wear it all the time.
The words she kept wearing were as if he was always by her.
Thank you senior.Lin Miaomiao was wrapped in his scarf, and the cold breath lingered in the tip of her nose, as fresh as a pine tree.
How long are you going to stay in Paris?
If I pass the advanced class exam, the school will introduce us to a three-month internship at a dessert shop in Paris, and I should return to China at the beginning of next year.
Wonderful.Song Yan called her softly.
Um?She put her hands on the scarf, her long eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes were shining brightly by the river.
Song Yan grabbed the hem of the scarf and leaned her body closer to him.
Lin Miaomiao couldn't help but tiptoe, raised her head, just in time to look into his sincere eyes.
Can you be with me after you return to China?
Until Song Yan boarded the plane back to China, he did not get her approval.
The answer Lin Miaomiao gave him was that I need to consider it.
He also left a gift for Lin Miaomiao. A pair of black high heels were placed in the white box, and a circle of silver-white pearls were decorated with thin straps, just like the earrings she wore that day.
There was a bottle of white wine inside, and she knew that the bottle was made of Sauvignon Blanc.
A kind of grape that is endowed with poetry represents long-lasting lovesickness.
That night, Lin Miaomiao had a long-lost spring dream, which was the first time he had come to France.
Her slender fingers rubbed her whole body until her nipples poured out again, covering his fingertips.
She couldn't see his face clearly, only knowing that he was holding his fingers one by one, his eyes were blurred and he was breathing.
After he finished sucking his fingers, he leaned over and kissed her breasts lightly, sucked her milk, and spread all the way, teasing her stamens with the soft tip of his tongue.
Lin Miaomiao suddenly woke up at the moment when the love tide was about to reach its peak, looking at the dark ceiling panting.
Her body was still hot, her legs were wet and sticky, her face was as red as drunk, and her chest was fluttering.
Perhaps it was the thoughts brought about by Song Yan's arrival, but in fact, she also missed him?And they.
During those days when the villa was blocked, three meals a day, dishes and desserts, one wonderful sex after another.
The tangled body, the hot breathing, the scorching body fluids, the ultimate pleasure of blending water and milk, the climax again and again, like marks imprinting the body's memory, invading her senses at midnight.
When she woke up from her dream, she could only fall asleep again in the comfort of her fingers. When she fell asleep, everyone's face was shaking in front of her.
His, his, or his.
It turned out that she had never forgotten them.
The course of the French Dessert Advanced Class ended successfully, and Lin Miaomiao was recommended to an internship at a dessert shop in another block.
The internship is fulfilling and busy. She comes to the store to report at six o'clock every morning and learns a lot of knowledge that she cannot learn in school in the dessert shop.
In the winter of Paris this year, a massive strike movement was ushered in, slowly sweeping over half of the city.
The dessert shop is temporarily closed, so she has to practice making various desserts repeatedly at home.
District 15 was not affected by the strike, and Anson continued to study cooking courses on Blue Belt.
Miaomiao, you should not go to India Street to buy baking ingredients.
What's wrong?
Ansen sat by the window, listening to the crowded voices not far outside. It was too unsafe outside recently.
Lin Miaomiao put the materials he just bought into the refrigerator one by one and thought about it carefully.
But the things over there are much cheaper than supermarkets, so I will be very careful.
Ansen shrugged, sighed helplessly, and his fingers quickly typing on his phone.
Unexpectedly, winter came. One afternoon, Lin Miaomiao had a tour of the Chinese supermarket and went to India Street to purchase baking materials, and happened to run into the demonstration.
She waited patiently in the circular square for the crowd to pass by, and just had to cross the two streets in front to get home immediately.
Perhaps this time the people were particularly excited and kept pushing with the police in front of them, and firecrackers, fireworks and burning objects began to scatter.
After repeated dissuasion warnings failed, the police threw tear gas at the crowd.
Lin Miaomiao retreated to the alley in panic, and a group of people rushed towards her, and the scene was very chaotic.
She finally opened her eyes when she saw a blood-faced man rushing over.
The strong smell of blood came to her nose, making her unable to breathe.
When she saw such a bloody scene for the first time, her mind was spinning and the things in her hands were scattered all over the ground.
She folded her waist back, and her long black hair flowed down, and she was about to faint on the ground.
Suddenly, a pair of powerful hands hugged her from the side, and she fell into the man's arms.
She was shaken forward and rushed forward for a moment, facing a pair of familiar and deep pupils.
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