shadow love

Bypassing a wild green forest, the luxury pure white Mercedes S-class flagship sedan, which has been modified and lengthened and bulletproof, slowly drove up the private driveway, followed by two special vehicles for bodyguards, about 10 minutes After turning a corner, the Montmorency Castle with a strong European aristocratic style gradually appeared in the field of vision.

After identifying the identity, the heavy carved iron gate was slowly opened, and there were constantly patrolling bodyguards nearby. Walking along the driveway, you can see a large fountain not far away, surrounded by wide green lawns and charming oak trees. In the distance is the quiet and verdant forest, and from the entrance of the forest, you can faintly see the sparkling lake.

After getting out of the car, Feng Yan looked around playfully, and then blew a melodious whistle, and his weird line of thinking silently gave Andre the title of Mensao Boy.

A young man with the appearance of a housekeeper walked up to Andre with strides: "Your Excellency, you have worked hard! The lunch has been prepared, and we can eat after a short rest." After speaking, he turned sideways to Feng Yan and Beder and bowed slightly, " Welcome to the Chateau of Montmorency, I am the butler Maher."

Feng Yan smiled and nodded in response, then followed Andre's pace.

The castle seems to have been restored in accordance with the principle of "as old as the old", and most of them maintain a retro appearance. It can be seen that the owner has put a lot of thought into it. The entrance is supported by a huge white round stone pillar, and the vestibule is quiet. Wide, with large and simple murals on the entire wall, and the sound of several people's footsteps on the smooth marble floor, advancing along the vestibule, passing through the arch and entering the promenade, the collection of various works of art is dazzling: colorful tapestries, precious Oil paintings, antique porcelain... There are also many collections from China.

"Tsk tsk~ I seem to have come to a museum!" Feng Yan shook his head sarcastically, but praised him in his heart.

"You can take a good look. There are many ancient Egyptian treasures here. I don't think you will be disappointed." Andre slowed down and said with a smile.

"It's really tempting~" Feng Yan admired the oil painting hanging next to him, and replied a little casually.

Through a Baroque-style archway, they came to the exquisite and gorgeous living room, with the expensive Scottish cashmere handmade carpet under their feet, the gorgeous retro chandelier above their heads, all kinds of modern equipment and classical architecture and furniture. Combined together, it doesn't look awkward at all.

Several male servants waited at the side, Beder went back to his room first, Andre sat down to rest casually, and the butler Maher softly reported to him the routine affairs of the castle in recent days.

Feng Yan seemed to have become air for a while. He looked around, walked through the hall and continued to walk in, and came to another slightly fresh hall. The home accessories in the hall were similar to the previous ones, but the seemingly random placement was It all reveals the unique high taste of the owner. The wall on the right seems to have been specially rectified, consisting of three floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the middle of which can be pushed out like a door.

Due to the good lighting, the whole hall was bright and dazzling. Feng Yan smoothly pushed open the glass door inlaid with gold rims to admire the garden and swimming pool outside.

"Mr. Feng, Your Excellency invites you to the restaurant for dinner." Maher came behind him without anyone noticing.

"Oh! Hehe~ how do you walk like a ghost!" Feng Yan joked, looking back at Maher, with a wide forehead and thin lips, a round nose, short brown-red hair, wise eyes, and faint nasolabial folds even though he was young.

Feng Yan made a conclusion in his heart: a rigid and serious ascetic man!

The dinner was extremely rich, and in Feng Yan's opinion, it was a bit too extravagant. After many dishes were served, Andre never touched them from the beginning to the end. Feeling like this is a special meal for the arrival of the guests.

In terms of food, Feng Yan likes food but is not addicted to it. He prefers sweets. Although it is not good for men to eat too much sweets, and it is difficult for men to establish a tall and mighty image in front of women, Feng Yan does not think so.

In the eyes of the waiters of the Habsburg family, Feng Yan has always been a lazy young man who is eccentric but easy to get along with.

"Duke Montmorency?...Maybe I should call you that instead." Feng Yan poked the dessert in the bowl and took a big mouthful.

"What do you like to be called?" Andre asked back.

Feng Yan smiled and didn't want to talk to Andre anymore. He glanced at Bader and gave him a charming smile: "Baider, you must be a regular customer here. How about taking me for a walk in the garden after eating?"

"Eh?..." Beder didn't react to the sudden change of topic for a while, and stared blankly at Feng Yan, which made Feng Yan so beastly that he really wanted to pinch his cute little face.

"Yan, come to my study after eating, there seems to be something I should tell you." Andre cut in.

Feng Yan rolled his eyes, thinking about Andre's intimate address just now: Yan...?When did they become so familiar.

After dinner, Bedell disappeared. Feng Yan stayed in the back garden planted with various precious flowers and plants for a while, thinking about going home instead. Although it was confirmed that Andre was not a bad person, he still A pure, rich, powerful and prestigious Duke, but Feng Yan suddenly lost his interest.

He also knows how to play with firecrackers. A dignitary like this who can crush ordinary people to death with one finger is not suitable for him to play games with, although he is not an ant that others can crush to death with one finger.

The weather was still a bit stuffy. Feng Yan glanced at the swimming pool not far away and began to undress unrestrainedly. It’s not his style to waste such a great resource. A waiter with a sharp eye quickly brought swimming trunks and bath towels, and Feng Yan didn’t. To be polite, I plunged into the water with a beautiful jump when I was ready, and I went into battle together with breaststroke, backstroke and freestyle.

When he was enjoying himself, he felt a cold gaze above his head. Feng Yan looked at the shore cleverly, and it turned out to be Maher.

"Mr. Feng, Your Excellency, please go to the study."

"What must be said now? Is he going to fly to Mars or blow up the earth?"

Maher did not answer, but kept a motionless posture and looked at Feng Yan, his eyes did not flinch or waver, until Feng Yan lost interest in swimming.

After climbing ashore in a bit of distress, the waiter quickly wrapped a bath towel around him. Feng Yan wrapped it around his waist and below, and he was fully dressed. He reluctantly led him down to Montmorency Castle. library on the third floor.

Maher knocked lightly on the door and opened the study door, followed by Feng Yan, who slumped down on the sofa in the corner of the room, looked up at the Gothic retro-style library like a library, and secretly smacked his lips.

The overall tone of the library is dark brown. The exquisitely carved solid wood tables and chairs are noble and luxurious yet reveal a simple atmosphere. Taking a casual glance at the books in the room, Feng Yan found that there were many out-of-print books of a certain age that he wanted to read but was hard to find.

Andre waved his hand to signal for Maher to go out, and then he kept looking at Feng Yan carefully. Those amber eyes looked strange against the study room of the same color. Feng Yan felt that every corner of the room was Andre's eyes. , staring at him closely for a moment, as if he had no clothes on, and in fact he did not wear any clothes.

"What do you want me for?" Feng Yan couldn't sit still anymore, got up and went to the bookshelf to randomly take out a book, seemingly speaking casually, but in fact, he regretted to death that he didn't wear stronger clothes to see Andre It is really a bad idea.

"Be my lover?" Andre's tone was tentative, and his sharp eyes approached Feng Yan.

"Huh~!?" Feng Yan was dumbfounded, with his mouth open, his demented expression looked very ridiculous in Andre's eyes.

Although he really didn't hate Andre, and he had a good impression of him before, but since the night when he accidentally bumped into Andre and Bedell, he has changed his mind. To a certain extent, he has a high degree of mental cleanliness Even body cleanliness, although it is normal for a man like Andre to have ten or eight lovers, but the stimulation of encountering with "eyes" is not so strong, so that the little fantasies before have gradually faded away in introspection , Now that it has basically returned to normal, it is possible to treat Andre as a passerby, A, B, and C.

"I'm not interested in robbing other people's men." Feng Yan recovered and looked at Andre coldly.

"I don't like your strange eyes...and tone." Andre approached Feng Yan, putting his hands on the bookshelf behind Feng Yan.

Feng Yan felt how the chandelier on the roof began to slowly blur and spin, the light and shadow in the room changed, and it felt like a space-time tunnel suddenly opened, and he felt headache and chest tightness...

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"Sir, sir! We're at the airport." The driver's voice faintly agitated the eardrums and entered the brain, disrupting the light and shadow in the mind.

Feng Yan opened his eyes suddenly, the confusion and dull pain still lingering in the eyes, his heart ached slowly, he shook his head, took a deep breath, looked at Mr. Driver gratefully, luckily he didn't continue that For a long time, he tried not to recall the real dream, that kind of experience once is enough!Several times he had to stop cooking.

Looking down at his watch, he found that only an hour had passed, which made everything look ridiculous. The past experience with Andre could be repeated in a two-hour doze. The period of confusion was so short, Feng Yan With a self-deprecating smile, he packed his things and got out of the car.

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On the night flight to Japan, Feng Yan watched layers of dark black clouds outside the porthole scraping the fuselage and moving backward rapidly. After the first few minutes of take-off time, the roar of the plane gradually decreased and entered 9000 meters The high-altitude operation of the aircraft was stable. After half an hour, there was not much change outside the aircraft window, but the sky was getting darker and darker. Being in the dark high-altitude, it is easy for people to realize their insignificance.

Feng Yan closed his eyes and pondered. In fact, he seemed to have been annoyed in the past six months. Asking clearly at the beginning would not be a dilemma now. If we meet this time, what attitude should we treat that person, cynicism?Turn a blind eye?Miserable?He needs to take this time to see his heart clearly. He knows that he still wants to see Andre, and their story should not end here.

Or maybe it's just because a person has been lonely for a long time, but he has a strong desire to understand and integrate into it. He has to admit the indescribable feeling of retreat during this period of time, and he really doesn't want to continue to be depressed by himself. Not his Feng Yan style!

Feeling that he couldn't think anymore, Feng Yan's fatal airsickness came again when he was in a daze, and his stomach rolled.

He waved a flight attendant to ask for a glass of ice water. After swallowing two sips of water, he felt better, but he still arched his body reflexively and put his hands on his forehead.

"Sir, are you seriously airsick?" Standard French.

"I'm fine, I'm used to it." Feng Yan looked at the person sitting next to him, who was a charming woman with sharp eyebrows and red lips.

"You can call me Breda." He raised his head slightly and showed a neat smile.

"Feng Yan." Closing his eyes, he didn't intend to continue the conversation.

Breda took a serious look at Feng Yan's face, smiled and didn't bother anymore.