The ringtone of the cell phone interrupted Huo Yu's thoughts, and he took it out to answer: "Hello?"
Luo Fan's hearty voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yudidian, are you at home? Can you show me your face and have dinner together tonight?"
"I'm not at home, I'm outside."
With that said, Huo Yu looked at the time and saw that it was indeed time to eat: "Give me your address and I'll go find you."
"Okay, I'll send it to you."
The address Luo Fan sent was at a very high-end Western restaurant on the Champs Elysées. When Huo Yu arrived, Luo Fan was already waiting there.
Today, Luo Fan seemed to have deliberately tidied himself up, and the smile on his face was even brighter. However, he was too thin, and his clothes gave people a baggy feeling.
Even so, it could not hide the bright smile on Luo Fan's face today. He reached out and took Huo Yu's drawing board: "Didn't I tell you everything? If you want to sketch in the future, let me accompany you. Such a heavy drawing board, you It’s a girl.”
As he walked inside, Huo Yu did not answer his words, but said, "Is there anything happy about you today? Why do you want to come here to eat?"
A trace of blush appeared on Luo Fan's face. After he sat down in his seat, he said, "Actually... today is my birthday."
Huo Yu was stunned, birthday
"You... why didn't you tell me earlier? I didn't prepare anything."
"There's no need to prepare anything. I don't have many friends here to talk to. Just have a meal with me."
"Then agree, I'll pay for it."
"No, I paid my salary today."
"That's not okay. I haven't prepared a gift, so I'll pay the bill."
Although Huo Yu's tone is very playful, there is also an aura that cannot be rejected. This is her innate aura. After all, she is the eldest daughter of the Huo family. No matter how down-to-earth she is, she is always a little bit un-down-to-earth.
Luo Fan was in a good mood today, but towards the end of the meal he felt a little nervous. He came out of the restaurant and walked slowly along the Champs Elysées, admiring the night view of the most prosperous area in Paris.
"Luo Fan, do you have something to say to me?"
Luo Fan's hands tightly grasped the corners of his clothes, and the smile on his face looked nervous: "I... Yudian'er, I am not very gregarious and I don't know how to communicate with others. I..."
Huo Yu smiled: "Just say what you want."
"I… "
Before Luo Fan could say anything, there was a loud "clang" sound next to him, and the glass of a store next to him was smashed. Then, seven or eight French men with sticks came out, looking fierce. He would hit anyone he saw, and he would curse so hard that he didn't know what he was cursing.
Those people were like rabid dogs. It didn't matter whether they were old people or children. Anyone who saw them would be grabbed by their clothes and beaten several times.
"rain… "
Luo Fan wanted to tell Huo Yu to leave quickly, but before he could say anything, he was hit with a stick on the back...
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In his sleep, Shen Mo suddenly woke up. When he opened his eyes, he could only see pitch black. He was obviously covered with a thick quilt, but for some reason, he was sweating all over his body.
Sitting up, Shen Mo reached out and touched his forehead. There was a thin layer of sweat. His mouth and throat were unbearably dry, and there was an indescribable panic in his heart.
I went downstairs and poured myself a large glass of ice water, but it didn't dispel the uneasiness and anxiety in my heart. It seemed that something had happened, but nothing happened!