An Yixi went out with the flow of people.

Since Stephen Zhou didn't come, An Yixi wanted to buy a plane for the return trip, but because of the time difference, she had a terrible headache, so she was going to sleep first, and then buy a plane to go back.

Out of the airport, it is a rainy day in Paris, the rain is not heavy, the evening breeze blows, there is a hint of coolness, under the light of the street lamps, you can see the rain lines.

An Yixi gathered the small suit she was wearing outside, and stood in line in the parking lot outside the airport to wait for the taxi.

She looked up, a Frenchman respectfully held an umbrella behind Fu Liyan, another Frenchman opened the door of the extended Lincoln, Fu Liyan's handmade leather shoes with extraordinary prices stepped on the concrete floor, splashing a small splash, and the noble and arrogant back had an indescribable charm.

An Yixi felt that Fu Liyan was the king who was high up, and she was an authority between her gestures, and she was just a commoner, and she was not in the same world as him.

Even if they meet, it is an accidental flash of light, and in the blink of an eye, they pass by.

Fu Liyan walked to the car door, suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at An Yixi.

An Yixi hurriedly turned his face away, as if he hadn't seen it.

After Fu Liyan said something to the French man beside him, he leaned down slightly, strode into the back parking space, and the people who were with him closed the door, drove the car, and bypassed the front of the car, and the man who helped Fu Liyan with the umbrella walked towards An Yixi, with a big black umbrella in his hand.

The Frenchman walked up to An Yixi, handed the umbrella to An Yixi, and said respectfully, "Mr. Fu asked me to give it to you." ”

After saying that, without giving An Yixi a chance to say thank you, the man turned around and left.

An Yixi's heart had a strange taste.

Alone, lonely in a foreign country, one late night night, with a cool drizzle, a handsome man brought an umbrella, how to say?

If she was a girl who was not married, she would associate it with a little more romantic.

However, her identity and experience have left her with no ability to imagine and dream.

An Yixi smiled self-deprecatingly and watched Fu Liyan's car leave in front of him.

The small raindrops on the car window hazy his face, but not his sharpness, three-dimensional and handsome face flashed, his cold eyes did not look at her, just looked ahead coldly, as if listening to the report of the French man.

An Yixi suddenly felt colder, shivered, and it was her turn to get into the car.

After she got into the car, she checked into the Houston International Hotel in the center of the city, and asked the hotel's commercial center for medicine, which was specially designed to relieve headaches caused by jet lag.

When she woke up, it was nine o'clock in the morning in Paris, and An Yixi habitually looked at her mobile phone, which was still turned off when she came down from the airport.

An Yixi turned on the phone, there were three calls from Qin Xi and two calls from Lin Tingyou, as well as two text messages from Qin Xi and one text message from Lin Tingyou, she fell asleep last night and didn't answer Qin Xi, Qin Xi must be in a hurry.

An Yixi calculated the time, it is now three o'clock in the morning in Beijing time, Qin Xi and her child should be asleep, she called back now, it was not appropriate, so she clicked on Qin Xi's text message.

The text message reads: Mr. An, Stephen Zhou's father is out of danger, he will fly to Paris at 8 o'clock tomorrow, and stay in the Ho International Resort Center, the room has not yet been determined.