In broad daylight, Qian Chen is not afraid of being plotted against.

He walked straight to the car and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Madam, do we know each other?"

The beautiful woman covered her mouth and giggled.

"Don't we know each other now?"

Qian Chen was immediately embarrassed.

What you said makes sense, I'm speechless.

"Get in the car."

Seeing Qian Chen hesitating, the beautiful lady smiled.

“Let’s just have a quieter car, let’s talk.

Or, what are you afraid that your sister will do to you?”

It's time to say this, Qian Chen is not going to postpone it any more.

Qian Chen got into the carriage, and the maid closed the car door for him, but he didn't come in.

The car suddenly became a private space.

Qian Chen found a faint fragrance coming from the tip of his nose, and the entire carriage seemed to be filled with this elegant fragrance. The source of the fragrance seemed to be this beautiful lady.

As the car door was closed, the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Qian Chen tried hard to pretend to be nothing.

"Is there anything you need to ask me for?"

However, the lady did not answer, but stood up from her seat with her waist bent.

Qian Chen subconsciously turned his head. The noble lady was wearing a low-cut evening dress and arched her waist to walk through the carriage, which completely exposed her plump and white upper circumference to Qian Chen's eyes.

Then Qian Chen felt the seat beside him sinking, and then a warm and soft body leaned against him.

The faint fragrance seemed to become rich all of a sudden.

"Don't be so cold~ I just want to have a good chat with you."

As he said that, he blew gently in Qian Chen's ear, and at the same time he put his hands on Qian Chen's right arm, making him feel his right arm sinking into a soft and warmth.

If she uses this trick to deal with a real 15 or 6-year-old young man, she will definitely be unsatisfied.

Unfortunately, Qian Chen's psychological age is more mature, and her talent in "Iron Will" will only make her backfire.

Qian Chen frowned slightly and pulled his arm back with a firm attitude.

"If you have nothing else, I'll leave first."

When I was talking about it, I had to pull the car door.

The lady quickly grabbed him, pouted her mouth, and complained delicately.

"What a teenager who is ignorant of the charm.

Well, my sister just wants to formally get to know you, a great genius from the Heavenly Kingdom. That's OK."

Qian Chen just took the opportunity to express his dissatisfaction and did not really want to slam the door and leave.

He was a newcomer and rashly offended a local snake who might have become friends. It was not that his head was iron-headed but that his head was deformed by the door.

"Thank you for your blessing. My sister earned a total of 18 million francs this time. You are really my sister's lucky star."

The lady couldn't help but want to come up and kiss him in the face.

Qian Chen quickly stretched out his palm to block her.

"Can you still make money by watching an exam? Are you French people so rich?"

Qian Chen said with a strange look on his face.

The lady was blocked by Qian Chen and rejected by Qian Chen repeatedly. The lady was a little unhappy. She now suspected that although Qian Chen was handsome, there might be problems there.

But she still explained with a look of interest.

"Of course I won the bet and earned it back.

Those fools ran to suppress the little girl from the Saint Laurent family, but they lost all of them."

Speaking of this, the lady felt inexplicably better and said with a gloating look on her face.

"Don't anyone care about gambling in such a sacred exam?"

"Control? This is His Majesty's policy of benefiting the people in order to enrich the national treasury and benefit the country. The dealer behind the gambling game is our great emperor. Who dares to control it?"

The lady shrugged and said with disdain.

Qian Chen was silent. He thought that the internal struggle between the kings of the Celestial Kingdom was too much, but he did not expect that the French Empire, which was as famous as the Celestial Kingdom, had fallen into this place.

Forget it, he was just a passerby after all, a student who came to study. It was not his turn to intervene in France domestic affairs.

But Qian Chen always felt a little uncomfortable.

It seemed as if the sacred and pure cooking skills in his heart were defiled by these people in power.

"If you don't talk about these boring topics, my sister seems to have not introduced herself. Let's get to know Julia Wadsworth, this is my sister's name."

The noble lady said as she took out a card the size of a palm from her broad mind and handed it to Qian Chen.

It was a gold-tracing business card with exquisite patterns and extremely exquisite workmanship.

Qian Chen took the business card and could even feel her warm body temperature and faint body fragrance from it.

Qian Chen quickly suppressed his evil thoughts and focused his attention on his business card.

The center of the business card is written in gold characters in French and Chinese, and her title is marked afterwards, which is written in French: Comtesse (Countess)

Not a countess, but a Countess with precious titles.

It seems that this noble lady is quite famous, and her ancestors have at least a plural dragon chef.

Plural Dragon Chef = Plural Dragon Chef Recipe = Madam, I’ve made your friends!

Just when Qian Chen was a little stunned because of this discovery, Julia suddenly came to Qian Chen's ear again and said softly.

"By the way, my sister is still single now~"

As he said that, he even kissed Qian Chen on the cheek while he was not allowed to be kissed.

Qian Chen was speechless for a moment. Is it really okay to make such a clear statement?

He actually wanted to tell her: Big sister, I am a serious person, we won’t make an appointment.

"If you have any difficulties in the future, remember to contact your sister~ My sister is available at any time, even when you are lonely at night..."

After getting off the Countess' car, Qian Chen was filled with emotion.

It is naturally a good thing to have a friend of an earl accidentally, but why does he always feel like he has lost something? What exactly is it?

Not to mention Qian Chen's various strange experiences in France.

Three days ago, Tosaka House, Japan.

Nakiri Ssaemon walked out of the foreign temple at Tosaka House, and a 14- or 5-year-old girl was next to him.

The girl has black hair and black eyes, long black hair, looks taciturn, and her delicate face reminds people of exquisitely crafted and waiting-to-body dolls.

When he arrived at the door, Sensaemon turned around and said to a man in a crimson suit and a sexy mustache.

"Brother Shichen, don't send it anymore."

Tosaka Toshiko looked haggard and could not see the spirit of the Holy Pot War at all.

Sensaemon hesitated for a moment and spoke.

"Brother Shichen, let us old guys be sorry for you, let you..."

Tosaka Toshiki stood up straight, his expression seemed to have regained elegance and confidence.

"Stop talking, Nakione. This failure is to blame. Since the people need an explanation, let me do it, and my little daughter will give it to you.

In addition, my eldest daughter will also go to Yuanyue to take the transfer student exam in three days, so I will also ask Nakito to take care of him or her at that time."
Chapter completed!