The news that "Allure" was going to be auctioned spread throughout France overnight, and it continued to spread to other countries in Europe, and almost all the nobles and knowledgeable commoners were talking about it, except for Ye Weilan and Qi Ye, who never paid attention to that news.

Ye Weilan ate the cake all morning, a little supportive, and lay in the garden to bask in the sun.

The phone rang suddenly, she picked it up and looked at it, and answered: "Old pervert." ”

"How's your leg?"

"After twenty days, you should be able to walk freely."

"Cherish these twenty days," Perangodo explained inexplicably, and without waiting for Ye Weilan to ask clearly, he immediately changed the subject: "Are you in France?" ”

"Yes."

"Have you ever heard of "Allure"? ”

"What's that?"

Perangordo was silent for a moment: "When the Pope married your mother, he gave her a dowry. ”

Ye Weilan: "......"

"Allure is about to be auctioned, it's your mother's thing, let that kid buy it for you." Perangodo's tone was slightly strange: "Also, be careful. ”

Hearing that he was going to hang up the phone, Ye Weilan quickly asked a question: "Who gave birth to me?" ”

There was silence on the other side of the phone, and Perangordo didn't hang up, but he didn't speak.

"I should know something now, right?" She looked up at the blue sky, and her tone was tired and sad: "Old pervert, I have a lot of questions for you, is my mother really alive?" ”

"The last time I heard from your mother was seventeen years ago, as for your identity......" Perangodo laughed, full of mockery: "Some people say that your mother betrayed the Pope and gave birth to you with death, so don't let the Pope dangle under his nose." ”

Ye Weilan choked in his heart, and an indescribable sadness surged in his heart: "There is a princess in the Holy See, she has killed me three or four times, and they say that she was born to my mother." ”

It seems that no matter which side she is, she is suspected of being a "bad seed".

Perangordo let out a "heh" and said something very strange: "For the vast majority of people in the world, love is dispensable, and for some people...... Love is something that will kill if it is gone. ”

Ye Weilan understands this sentence, she and Qi Ye are both such people, but who is Perangordo talking about?

"Death, Pope, and Qin Yuling are all pawns played by fate," Perangodo's tone was a little misanthropic and ridiculed: "Don't stare at that kind of little person, you have more important things to do, remember one thing, your face is not only the most obvious life amulet, but also your biggest life talisman." ”

Perango hung up the phone, and Ye Weilan stared at the phone in a daze.

Qi Ye walked into the garden with a bowl of chicken soup, and saw that the little wife's expression was wrong: "What's wrong?" ”

Ye Weilan raised his eyes to look at him, his pure pupils flashed with a strange luster: "Qi Ye, just now the old pervert said a very strange thing, let me cherish these twenty days." ”

What happens after twenty days?

Qi Ye smiled slowly: "Forgot what I told you?" ”

The uneasiness in Ye Weilan's heart disappeared suddenly, she had to believe Qi Ye, he was so powerful, unless she voluntarily left him, no one could separate them.

"There was a famous auction in France recently, did you know?"

Qi Ye pulled out a chair and sat in front of her: "Do you want me to feed you?" ”

Ye Weilan took the bowl over.