Chapter sixty-four Weak water three thousand, a gourd ladle to drink

Murong Xuehen clung to the familiar but a little strange arms, and her beautiful eyes never left Ye Wudao's face. Those little snow-tender hands, which were praised as playing "the ultimate sound of nature of mankind" this year, "have no way, you have become fond of frowning. Are you unhappy to see the snow marks, or are the snow marks getting ugly?"

Ye Wudao held the steering wheel with one hand, and one hand lingered on the increasingly holy and flawless face of the country. The smiling eyes had no vicissitudes full of scars. "Snow marks are really women!" There are not a few people who are surprised by the huge sensation caused by Murong Xuehen's appearance at the airport just now.

"No way, I didn't catch what you said earlier. Can you say it again?" Murong Xuehen choked with glittering and translucent tears.

"Snow marks, you know those churches?" Ye Wudao gently wiped away those tears and pinched her little nose.

"Goethe praised the German Cologne Cathedral as' half-finished, far from finished, solidifying the universe', the chartres Cathedral with more than 100 glass windows and painted figures, the Sistine Chapel painted with Genesis and The Last Judgment, and the Milan Cathedral with the most statues, but Xue Yan still likes the Amiens Cathedral in France."

"Do you like the Vatican?"

Ye Wudao, with an acceleration and several difficult drifts, dumped all the cars of the four bodyguards at the corner of the street that was not crowded.

"The Vatican has been the residence of the Catholic emperor for centuries, and it is a sacred place in the hearts of 900 million Catholics all over the world. Although Snow Mark still likes the civil architecture in China and likes to create a garden with the artistic conception of small bridges and flowing water, the works of art and architecture there are really good." Murong Xuehen light way, small hand gently stroked the angular handsome face.

"I'll let the Pope in St. Peter's Cathedral for our wedding! Let people all over the world bless us! "

Ye Wudao light way, don't worry, snow mark, I won't let you wait long this time.

I can conquer the whole world for you!

After three years of wandering on the brink of death again and again, I finally know that the person I love most has always been with me.

You are my guardian angel, because of me, you choose to stay on earth and forget heaven!

Murong Xuehen well, darling lying in his arms, his little face is full of longing and yearning, "at that time, Wudao must be the most handsome man in the world!"

"But Snow Mark is now the most beautiful woman in the world!" Ye Wudao is hardly willing to leave her eyes when she grows up to be more elegant.

"No way, where are we going now?" Murong Xuehen wondered, seeing Mercedes-Benz cars with bodyguards disappearing behind her, she knew Ye Wudao's plan, of course, and they often did such things before.

"I want many people to know that you are my woman." In a naughty blink of an eye, Ye Wudao casually parked the car worth nearly two million on the side of the road, gently took off the priceless diamond necklace in Murong Xuehen's neck and pulled Murong Xuehen out of the car. "So they can't find us."

Murong Xuehen is dragging a blue flounced dress. This dress designed and cut by Murong Xuehen is only for Ye Wudao. The asymmetrical cut breaks through the traditional impression of formal dress, but the classical beauty of mature colors makes up for the abrupt style.

The beautiful appearance and this elegant dress make Murong Xuehen the absolute focus of the street. She was pulled by Ye Wudao and ran in the street with a happy smile on her face. They were like a couple who eloped. The man was dissolute like a wild rootless prodigal son, and the woman was elegant like the daughter of an ancient aristocratic family.

Ye Wudao grabbed a pedestrian and solemnly said, "She, Murong Xuehen is my future wife!"

Stunning pedestrians stared at Murong Xuehen with charming smile, and finally they could only squeeze out the words "I wish you happiness". Ye Wudao took Murong Xuehen away alone. If it weren't for the fact that Murong Xuehen was too absolute beauty, Ye Wudao would have been screwed to a mental hospital.

When he came to Boshen Square in the city center, Murong Xuehen saw a wandering artist playing the violin, but it was obviously very difficult to make a living by it. Few people were willing to give him the money in their pockets. They all pricked up their ears and listened to the music when he played. When a song was finished, he left as if nothing had happened, and the violinist could only sigh.

Ye Wudao pulled Murong Xuehen up to him and said, "Can you lend me your violin?"

Murong Xuehen took the violin, kissed Ye Wudao tenderly on the face, and whispered with the voice of nature, "All my life, I only touched the heartstrings for nothing!"

Murong Xuehen bent down gracefully, and the moment she picked up the violin, the classical flavor of her body became more obvious, and the already beautiful appearance became more exciting. The clever theme song of Final Fantasy poured out from her fingertips like mercury, and Ye Wudao closed her eyes and silently felt her deep affection for herself.

A white-haired and elegant old man sitting by the fountain sighed: "Having such skillful fingering is the best in the world, and abundant feelings give music vivid life. This is not the realm that can be achieved by hard training alone. Genius, China finally has people who really look up to the world!"

A student-like girl exclaimed, "Isn't she on the cover of Vogue and known as' Angel of Music' Murong Xuehen? Her solo performance at the Vienna Opera House three years ago was a sensation all over the world, and this year she seems to have won the title of master."

Other girls also looked excited and immediately ran to get close to this magical figure who almost reached the peak of music.

Ye Wudao returned the violin to the same stunned wandering artist before the crowd recovered, and immediately pulled her away from the crowd, because many people were already stirring, and even there were countless people who took pictures. People who originally came here to watch it also dedicated their eyes to exquisite and beautiful people.

In the bustling street, envious eyes can almost kill Ye Wudao. Many perverts followed closely after seeing Murong Xuehen, and more and more perverts joined the ranks.

Murong Xuehen looked at Ye Wudao, who had been walking on his left since he was a child, and grasped his hand. There was nothing to do. In fact, you have been quietly giving me tenderness in your way.

I walk on your right, secure and practical, because you on the left hold up a peaceful sky for me, so that my sensitive heart is no longer frightened under this sky.

Ye Wudao stood in the middle of the street, bent down and said softly, "I'll carry you. When you're too old to walk, I'll carry you for a walk."

Murong Xuehen gently put a ring around Ye Wudao's neck and leaned his head on his shoulder, which seemed to be able to shoulder all the pains and setbacks. "When Wudao gets old, Snow Trace will tell Wudao fairy tales every day, okay?"

Ye Wudao smiled and nodded slightly, and he carried his happiness on his shoulder.

How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to pick a red leaf, but you gave me the whole maple grove …