[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

Paris, the largest city in the French Republic, is also the capital of the country.There is the world-renowned Louvre Museum, the towering Eiffel in the clouds, the majestic and sacred Notre Dame Cathedral, and the luxurious and magnificent Palace of Versailles.

Of course, in France, there are also beautiful girls full of French style and handsome gentlemen who are full of romantic feelings and seduce people without paying for their lives.

"Miss, have you been wandering here waiting for me?" The dark golden hair was combed back meticulously by hairspray, and the handsome gentleman in a boutique suit walked slowly to the petite woman.

6th...

The little fox, who was walking by the Seine and waiting for Charles to come back from the bathroom, reluctantly greeted the sixth man who struck up a conversation.

Should it be called the passionate France?When a man sees a woman who is interested in him, he will come forward to tease him without hesitation.It doesn't matter whether the other party has a boyfriend or not, or whether she is waiting for someone, in short, flirt first before talking.

"I'm not waiting for you." The little fox replied decisively and directly.

"Oh, this really makes me sad." The man didn't feel embarrassed by the little fox's answer at all. He approached more enthusiastically, showing his charm without leaving a trace: "The person you are waiting for is your boyfriend ?"

When the other party approached, the little fox immediately moved two steps to the side to re-open the distance.

"Although you will be unhappy if you say this, but for your happiness, I have to say it." He stopped properly and stopped approaching, with a gentle smile on his handsome face: "I am more suitable than your boyfriend you."

The corner of the little fox's mouth twitched, is he so thick-skinned, he can rival her.

"Emm, actually..."

On the bank of the Seine, the brown casual leather shoes stepped on the square bricks and stopped.Dark trousers wrapped his legs, and an unidentifiable silver buckle belt wrapped around his slender waist.The man was wearing a light gray blouse with a white lining. His stylish and comfortable attire fit perfectly with the lazy Paris.He stood still on the bank, his azure blue eyes unblinkingly looking down at the white figure walking on the banks of the Seine.

The beautiful oriental girl strolled lazily against the setting sun, and the gorgeous soft light covered her slender body with a rosy glow.She opened her arms slightly to feel Hexi's wind, and the corners of the skirt embroidered with beautiful patterns fluttered around her slender legs like butterflies.Occasionally, she would raise her hand to gather the long hair that fell around her face, but after a while, the hair would be messed up by the wind again, and then she would continue to comb, enjoying herself.

Charles really didn't want to act with the little fox. First, because he would trigger some ambiguous memories of the future as soon as he came into contact with her. Second, this woman's appearance was a bit too attractive, which made him a little angry.

The French man in a suit and leather shoes eagerly approached the oriental girl, and he kept approaching, wantonly showing off his so-called charm.

Her delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a trace of displeasure flashed in her blue eyes.Charles turned around and walked down the nearest steps.

"Charles!" The pleasant female voice brought the surprise of discovering the treasure.

The little fox who had reached the point where she said she was married and had a husband was almost annoyed to death by the man in front of her. She had never seen such a persistent and helpless man, and no matter how she refused, she couldn't dispel his determination to ask for a date.

Looking through the man's shoulders to Charles who came down the steps, the little fox waved his hand in surprise, then restrainedly pushed the French man in front of him and ran towards him.

"Honey! Hani! Darling!" The little fox yelled sweet nicknames, and flew into Charles' arms.

Charles froze, and the scene of the little fox coming down from the second floor and then jumping into his arms to act like a baby flashed through his mind.He raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and said with a bit of a headache, "Let go."

"Don't, don't!" The little fox glanced at the French man who was walking this way, and then acted coquettishly and rubbed against Charles' arms: "Don't be angry with me, I know I was wrong." The scene started The little fox in fine mode acted on his own.

CHARLES: I turn a blind eye to the scene that should suit you...

"Husband..." The little fox called out softly: "Charles~" With his arms completely wrapped around Charles' waist, the little fox put his chin on his body and looked up at him, swaying his body lovingly from side to side.

"Stop barking." Charles clenched his fists and turned his head to the side: "Let go of me."

"Husband, husband, husband!" The little fox continued to call out, "Don't be angry, my husband is the best, and he loves me the most!"

"Shut up!" Charles couldn't stand it and raised his hand to cover the little fox's chattering mouth.

"Is this your husband?" The man who had already walked over was completely convinced when he saw the intimacy between the two. Such a young girl is actually married, and she is also married to an ugly man with a bald head and a beard. ,what a shame.

"Well, this is my husband." Seeing that the man had approached, the little fox burrowed into Charles' arms again.

The man set his sights on Charles, who had always been indifferent: "Man, to be honest, your wife is very charming. If you don't cherish it, I—"

The blue eyes suddenly raised to look at the man opposite, like a vast sea, calm but rough.His face was expressionless, and his elegant male voice was uniquely indifferent and tough: "Don't worry about it."

All the man's words were stuck in his throat, he took a few steps back, greeted dryly, then turned and left.

"It's gone, let go." Charles said softly.

The little fox raised his head from Charles' arms, looked left and right, and confirmed that the man had left, then he let go of Charles and consciously took two steps away.

"Thank you!" Her brothers gave him a good sign.

Charles:  …

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Charles and the little fox went to the city every day to search for news about Ruiwen, but they found nothing.It wasn't until the third day in Paris that Charles' men finally found out that Trask had been secretly sent back to China, so Riven, who had been following him, should have followed him.

With Logan who just woke up, the little fox and his party boarded Charles' private plane and returned to the United States.

As soon as they arrived at Xavier Manor, an extremely familiar voice came from the house.

"You are finally back."

On the soft leather sofa, the secondary version of Eric, dressed in black, covered with a cloak, and wearing a helmet, elegantly crossed his legs, looking steadily at Hank and Logan who turned into claws when they faced him.

"Eric?" Charles looked at his former friend warily: "What are you doing here!"

"I remember you have a machine here, which can search for traces of mutants in a large area." Ruiwen's hiding ability is too strong, especially when she deliberately avoids it, it is really difficult to find her.When Eric was in trouble, he suddenly remembered that in order to find more companions, Hank invented a machine of the gods.

"I will never help you!" Charles refused coldly.

Eric sneered softly: "I guessed it."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand, and the iron chain hidden under the carpet suddenly pierced through the blanket and flew out.

"Get away!" Logan yelled.

Charles neatly rolled on the spot to avoid the attack.

The little fox sideways avoided the iron chain that was pulling towards her, and when she turned around and was about to teleport, another chain wrapped around her ankle without a sound.

"Huh?!" The little fox's teleportation body was pulled by the iron chain.

"Hmph!" Eric raised his other hand, manipulating three chains to wrap around the little fox's limbs.

"Stop, stop, stop! Don't do this! I don't like tentacle play!" The little fox who was lifted into the air struggled and shouted.

"Oh? Then what do you like? Is this so?" Eric, who had grown up a lot, grinned, showing a dangerous smile like a shark.He swung out another iron chain, but this time it was wrapped around the neck of the little fox that could easily kill it.

"Stop!" Logan waved his claws to open the iron chain in front of him: "Eric! The future you have something to tell me!"

Future me?Eric paused.He knew that Logan came from 50 years later, but he didn't know if he really brought the words.

"This is what he asked me to bring to you. He said you will understand after reading it!" Logan took out a piece of cardboard from his pocket, woke up again at this time, and wrote down the string of symbols .

Eric waved the chain and rolled up the cardboard and brought it back to his hand. When he opened it and saw the symbols, he knew it was indeed true.

These symbolic codes were created by his mother to exercise his intelligence when he was a child.She only taught it to him, and no one can solve it except him.

Eric looked at all the symbols carefully, and arranged and combined the solved words one by one in his mind:

I am you, trust me, I will not harm you.

Don't kill Ruiwen, help them through the storm, the rest will be long.

Catch the little fox, she is your only, eternal love!

Attention Charles! !He's an asshole third party! ! !

The author has something to say: a secret letter from 50 years later!