my sister is a supermodel

The matter of Britney has not been explained clearly. If he takes this kind of role again, he doesn't know how to explain it to Lima.

He pulled the suitcase out of the train station.

Saint-Jean Railway Station is on the bay of the Garonne River. Standing at the exit, you can see the rippling river in the distance. There are endless vineyards around the river bank, and the chateau's stone castle is faintly visible on the top of the mountain. It is an idyllic scenery.

However, the nearby train station square is a fashion gathering place, with many luxury stores, such as Dior, Tiffany, LV, as well as many artistic cafes and art exhibition halls.

On the steps of the square, many music lovers were sitting on the ground, playing guitars, violins, and Scottish bagpipes with melodious tunes, all of them looked like artists.

Rocca walked through them with a suitcase, and found himself a bit vulgar, not at all like a guy who had dedicated his life to literature.

clap clap~

A good-looking female violinist finished her canon in D major, to applause and the sound of crackling coins.

This Canon in D key is an episode of "Dancing Out of My Life". Roca has heard it many times, and the girl's performance is really good.

He then clapped his palms, took out a coin and put it in the box.

"Bong ru, how can I get to the Grand Hotel?"

When the crowd of onlookers dispersed, he stepped forward and asked.

"I don't know...wait!"

The girl was adjusting the strings of the piano, and waved her hand to let him go away. She didn't like this way of striking up a conversation, but when she heard his accent, she couldn't help but glanced curiously, and her light green eyes lit up immediately.

I saw the person in front, with slender and strong legs, tall, more than six feet tall, half a head taller than the short Frenchman.

He is wearing white Nike short-sleeved blue jeans, the muscles on his arms and chest muscles look very developed, and under the long baseball cap brim, his chiseled cheeks, sexy lip line, and shadowed eyes are deep and bright , more charming than the stars in the night sky.

As handsome as a work of art displayed in an art gallery!

Helena couldn't help but blinked, a little surprised.

She straightened her water-green dress and smiled, "Hello, welcome to Bordeaux. Are you American?"

"No, I'm Brazilian, but now I live in New York"

"New York?"

Helena's eyes lit up. Although New York does not have the idyllic scenery of Bordeaux, it has Broadway and the Metropolitan Opera House, which is a sacred place in the hearts of world artists.

"Are you a Hollywood star?"

Helena seemed to feel reckless, and gestured, "You look familiar."

Roca smiled slightly, "No, I'm a model"

"Wow~"

Helena thought to herself, no wonder she has such a good figure and looks so handsome.

"Hi, my name is Helena, are you going to the Grand Hotel, I'll take you there!"

"Thank you, I don't think so, I'll just take him there"

When Roca was about to say thank you, a dissatisfied voice came from behind him. Before he could turn around, he was pulled by his arm and took a few steps back.

He knew who it was when he heard the voice, and asked in surprise, "Lima, why are you here?"

"Hmph, are you disappointed? If I don't come, you can date that woman, right?"

Lima wore long brown curls and a sleeveless black lace dress, with her arms folded and her expression a little serious.

"Lima, don't get me wrong, I'm just asking for directions"

Rocca smiled and explained.

Lima snorted softly, "If you don't ask so many people in the square, why do you ask a girl, or a good-looking girl?"

Roca was speechless. He was just passing by and thought of stopping to ask for directions, but would Lima believe it?

"Honey, I was wrong, I must pay attention next time, don't be angry, see what I brought you?"

Roca let go of her shoulders and took out a square white packing box from the suitcase.

"what is this?"

Lima frowned.

"Nintendo DS, the latest game console developed by Nintendo, is a trial version, with 28 kinds of games in the card"

Rocca offered it with both hands happily.

"Heh~ Do you think I'm rare?"

Lima glanced at the box disdainfully, "Are there really 28 kinds?"

"...real!"

"Hmph, I forgive you for now."

Lima took the box, turned around and got into the car.

Roca was stunned, is this forgiven?

This is too simple, the 1-word letter of repentance in the suitcase, the 1-word letter of guarantee, and half a washboard...

"Fool, hurry up and get in the car!"

Lima yelled from the car.

"coming!"

Roca laughed, waved to the girl playing the violin, and quickly got into the car.

"goodbye!"

Helena looked at the car going away and sighed in disappointment. She thought she would have an affair today, but she didn't expect a robber to come halfway.

babbling~

The sound of the violin sounded again, but the tune was a little sad.

........

Thanks to the book friend 'Three Thousand Worlds, I Hold On' for the reward, thank you ^_^!