Chapter 137 This "I love you"

Yan Fuguang spent the next time resting at home, and three days later, as expected, he heard the news of Anthony's successful proposal.

An Ge was very happy to share the good news with Yan Fuguang, and Yan Fuguang also expressed his sincere blessings.

The two have been dating for a long time since seven or eight years ago. Yan Fuguang thought they were not planning to get married, but he didn't expect Anthony to propose suddenly.

The engagement banquet of the two will be held at the Palais Vault-Vicom, a Baroque-style castle located more than 50 kilometers southeast of Paris and has always been owned by the Anthony family.

On the day of the engagement party, Zhang Yuanyuan sent Yan Fuguang out.

"We will return to China after you attend the engagement party? Do you want to book a flight?"

Yan Fuguang walked into the elevator and pressed the R button, "No, Anthony has arranged it."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanyuan was already used to it. When Yan Fuguang came over last month, it was Anthony who arranged the flight.

"Mr. Mo said that there are a lot of media in China who want to invite you for interviews and asked if you would like to accept them."

Yan Fuguang shook his head without thinking. The media was like a cat that smelled fishy. The interview was just to find out her identity.

Thinking of the cat, Yan Fuguang turned around and said, "Remember to buy Zhihua Hair Cream for Durian later. I saw it vomited hair balls twice at noon."

Zhang Yuanyuan nodded in resignation, the eldest ancestor was gone and there was still a little ancestor.

Yes, durian also followed Yan Fuguang to Paris. After all, there was a plane transfer, and durian was able to travel across continents.

Looking at it this way, it seems that since Durian was adopted by Yan Fuguang, his only means of transportation is a private plane?

Zhang Yuanyuan suddenly felt a little envious. After all, she had no worries about eating and drinking every day. She slept when she wanted and got up when she wanted. She didn't have to work or think about buying a car or a house. She lived a life that everyone envied at such a young age.

There was a black car parked downstairs in the apartment. Ange's assistant Rita was waiting by the door. When she saw Yan helping Guang down, she opened the door in advance.

After fastening his seat belt, Yan Fuguang pressed down the car window and gave the assistant a surprise.

"The Yinta Restaurant will deliver the food later, so you can enjoy it by yourself."

Zhang Yuanyuan immediately covered her heart, Oh my God, Silver Tower?

Their baby is so considerate, isn't it? Is this to comfort her that she can't go to the engagement banquet, so she specially ordered a big meal for her?

"I'm leaving, see you tonight."

After saying that, Yan Fuguang's figure disappeared in front of Zhang Yuanyuan as the Rolls-Royce started.

When she thought of Yinta's blood duck, Zhang Yuanyuan's saliva immediately increased. She had already heard of this 400-year-old store, and thought she wouldn't be able to taste it before leaving. Unexpectedly, a surprise fell from the sky.

"Miss Yan is so kind to her assistant!"

In the car, Rita turned around and smiled.

Rita has been with Ange for many years, and she never imagined that the little girl who was withdrawn and stubborn a few years ago could be so meticulous and considerate now.

"Are you excited?" Yan Fuguang raised his eyebrows.

Rita covered her mouth and laughed: "I would like to go, but I'm afraid that there will be too many people and Miss Yan will find it noisy!"

Rita knew that Yan Fuguang was joking, and she knew he was a quiet person just by looking at him. He drove easily wherever he went.

Saying that, Rita took a look at Yan Fuguang's outfit and saw that she only put on light makeup, so she asked: "Do you want to touch up your makeup later? Do you need a makeup artist to prepare it in advance?"

Yan Fuguang turned his head and looked at her: "Why, isn't it beautiful enough?"

Rita didn't expect why Yan Fuguang liked to tease her so much today, so she immediately waved her hand.

"No, I haven't been here for a long time. People here don't dare to be as plain as Miss Yan when attending banquets. That's not right. You are... How do you say that in Chinese? It's hard to be born with beauty..."

"It's hard to give up on natural beauty." Yan Fuguang praised, "Your Chinese has improved a lot!"

Rita was very modest: "No, Chinese is still too difficult, and I don't use it often, so I can't speak it well."

This must be self-effacing, even "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" knows that Rita has worked hard.

It takes about more than an hour to drive from downtown Paris to the Palais Vault-Vicom, and the Palais Vault-Vicom seems particularly quiet in the autumn.

This garden, which dates back almost ten years to the Palace of Versailles, is a model of French gardening. Although it has traces of time that are difficult to conceal when viewed up close, it also casts a veil of heritage on the castle.

The Rolls-Royce drove all the way to the steps in front of the gate. When the car stopped, An Ge was already waiting there.

"I told you to stay here last night, so that you wouldn't have to run around today."

As soon as they met An Ge, he took the baby girl in his arms. An Ge, a former supermodel, was a few centimeters taller than Yan Fuguang. The two mother and daughter standing together were a perfect sight.

The banquet hadn't started yet, and Yan Fuguang came here early because the dress and accessories An Ge had prepared for her were all here.

When she came to the bedroom and saw a light purple suspender skirt hanging in front of the window, Yan Fuguang's heart was severely touched.

Unique, tender, and charming, the purple organza is like glittering scales. This skirt is like a romantic fairy dream that Ange weaved for her daughter. The looming beauty is almost intoxicating.

Yan Fuguang can understand the emotions contained in this, so he can better understand An Ge's deep love for his daughter.

Because Yan Fuguang thought that she would care less about her daughter if she married Anthony, An Ge seemed to have hidden the words "I love you" in every thread of her skirt.

Facing An Ge's earnest gaze, Yan Fuguang felt a little warmth in the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly she wanted to say thank you, but she knew that was not what An Ge wanted to hear.

Yan Fuguang took a few steps forward and gently hugged An Ge, "I like it very much!"

An Ge was a little excited, even her voice was trembling a little, "As long as you like it, try it quickly!"

This dress does not come from any season of Alaia. It is the latest of countless dresses she has made for her daughter. Every stitch and thread is sewn by her own hands.

Yan Fuguang, who put on the dress, was exactly as she imagined, fresh, smart, gentle and playful.

The lavender purple and fair complexion are a perfect match. Even without any jewelry, Yan Fuguang just stood there, like a work of art handed down from generation to generation.

An Ge stood behind Yan Fuguang, holding her shoulders with both hands, looking at the delicate girl in the mirror: "Our Yan Yan is the most beautiful!"

She looked at Yan Fuguang's makeup carefully, nodded and said, "You don't need to change your makeup. I'll just have someone give you a hair style."

Because today is the engagement party, An Ge has a complete styling team on standby at any time. No matter what An Ge asks for, they can satisfy it one by one.

Rita has been staying with Yan Fuguang here. Her most important task tonight is to take good care of the boss's apple. The engagement party is left to another assistant.

The dinner time was set at 7:00 in the evening. An Ge knew that Yan Fuguang was not keen on social greetings, so he simply asked her to come downstairs at that time.

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