Under Xu Bixi's request, Zhuang Momo changed the schedule, moving most of the outdoor activities to the morning or after dark.

And she bought a special large umbrella because the summer in FarLang Country was really hot!

But she did not take the initiative to call Mr. King.

In her opinion, the beauty was going to lie down in the hotel in the afternoon.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she went out, the side bedroom door of the presidential suite opened.

The man was dressed entirely in black, except for his face.

This strange sense of familiarity — he seemed to be like Mr. Xu, who had a skin disease.

"You are..."

"It's so hot. The sun here is going to burn my beautiful face and milk-white smooth skin," Mr. King said with a long sigh.

Zhuang Momo, "..."

Xu Bixi, "Speechless!"

"What are you doing? What kind of expression is that? Zhuang Momo, you're still carrying a bag! Tell me, are you trying to abandon me again?" A layer of mist appeared in Mr. King's sapphire blue eyes, causing Zhuang Momo's heart to tremble.

This face was too beautiful! She had thought of how to reject him just now. Now that being glared at by him, she forgot all about it.

"Aren't I going to call you?"

"Although I know you are lying, I choose to believe you," Mr. King nodded slightly, then handed a small card bag to Zhuang Momo.

"This is?"

"Money."

"Ah?" Zhuang Momo still could not react.

"Have you ever seen a boss bring money on his own when going out? Alright, alright, stop wasting time. Where are we going in the afternoon? I've already called for a car."

Without waiting for Zhuang Momo to finish speaking, Mr. King had already drifted away, not taking away a trace of the secular world.

Zhuang Momo looked at the elegant person and then at herself carrying bags and a camera around her neck. Alright, she could not escape the fate of being an assistant!

...

Their first stop was the famous Louvre.

It was not sunny without many people.

After putting all the luggage on their bodies, Zhuang Momo and the other two entered the museum.

Not to embarrass herself in front of her son, Zhuang Momo deliberately prepared and memorized all the famous collections here, planning to explain them to her son while walking.

But...

To her surprise, her son spoke to her in French, with some unfamiliar words that she did not know what they meant!

She felt so tired!

However, when she thought about it, this was her son after all and he inherited her genes. So she felt a little better.

Therefore, she no longer hesitated. Instead, she hugged her son very modestly. If she did not understand, she would ask. Even time seemed to slow down in this historical and artistic feast.

Looking at the mother and son talking intimately in a low voice, Mr. King's eyes also rippled with extreme warmth.

Because his 'boldness' at the airport had angered Zhuang Momo, he did not dare to do anything at this time.

However, he always stood one step behind her, like a guard surrounding his wife and child. This made many girls who wanted to strike up a conversation unable to make up their minds. So they could only cast looks of envy and jealousy at Zhuang Momo from afar.

Zhuang Momo felt helpless about this.

She knew that going out with Mr. King would put a lot of pressure on her, but what could she do? She was also very desperate!

However, she could not help but think of the girlfriend that Mr. King had once mentioned. Could it be that she broke up with him because she could not stand her boyfriend being more beautiful than her?

Hahaha—

...

"Mr. Ye, thank you for your trust in our museum. We will treasure these masterpieces."

In the museum archive room, two old men with different skin colors were shaking hands.

One was a staff member here, and the other was Lord Ye, the family head of Ye Family of Lingnan.

He was here to deliver the paintings. He recently got a few new works of European Renaissance.

In Lord Ye's opinion, instead of being placed at home for only a few people, it was better to play its true role and artistic value in a better place.

This was a good place.

Louvre was head of the four great historical museums in the world. Not only had 50 kings and queens lived here, but it was also one of the most precious buildings during the Renaissance, famous for its collection of rich classical paintings and carvings.

Here, not only could those works be exhibited, but they could also get the best repair.

Of course, the Ye Family hired special person responsible for the transportation of the exhibits, so there was no need for Lord Ye to personally make a trip.

But because he wanted to go to the capital to see his granddaughter, Lord Ye felt that since he had gone out, there was no harm in visiting more.

After putting away the donation certificate and refusing the invitation for dinner, Lord Ye walked alone in the museum garden.

The setting sun was good, just like the sweet maple candy in his memories.

Looking at the couple who held hands and walked by, he suddenly remembered his wife. She was an artist. In his memory, he was also like this with her, holding hands and walking through beautiful and short sunset time after time.

It was a pity—

She failed to accompany him through the last sunset!

Suddenly!

A figure appeared in front of Lord Ye.

That fiery red dress, slender legs, high ponytail, every frown, and smile gradually overlapped with his memories, making him somewhat unable to tell if he was recalling or in reality.

"Yinyin! Is that you, Yinyin?"

Lord Ye could not help but approach that beautiful figure.

Step by step, he was getting closer and closer, with his footsteps getting faster and faster.

Zhuang Momo had just come out of the tea room. As she walked, she blew to make the petals in the cup even. Suddenly, Feeling an opposing aura from the side, she turned around and saw a white-haired old man!

This...

Were there blackmailers even in the museum?

She couldn't be blamed for having such a wild imagination. After all, with wide roads in the garden, even if lying, there would be enough space.

However, judging from the old man's attire, he seemed to be noble, with a high-end and custom-made satin tang suit whose brand was unknown. Zhuang Momo was even more confused as to what this old man was trying to do.

But this speed, this inertia, this white hair.

If she dodged, this old man would fall. Moreover, he might not be able to get up after falling. With fragile bones, no matter how good their bodies were, the old would not be able to withstand it.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Zhuang Momo did not move. Instead, she tightened the cup lid and reached out her hands to help this old man up.

However, when seeing that she was not leaving, the old man seemed to be even more excited, with shining eyes!

It was still the feeling of a wolf seeing meat!

Bang—

A crash echoed in the garden.

Zhuang Momo and the old man fell to the ground together.

However, because Zhuang Momo had endured a great deal of force, although also sitting on the ground, the old man was fine.

He only felt unreal from a distance. But getting close, athough knowing that it was not her, Lord Ye still could not bear to look away.

"Hi?"

"Are you alright?"

Zhuang Momo fell to the ground. But she was too young to be injured seriously, with just her knee scratched. And her skirt was stained with a lot of dirt, looking gray and not so pretty.

"Sir?"

Seeing no response in Chinese, Zhuang Momo switched to English again, then French, Japanese, and Korean.

No!

Could it be that the old man fall into a daze?

Zhuang Momo's heart skipped a beat. She looked around and found no blind spots in the surveillance cameras. Only then did she let out a long breath.

Then, her phone rang, and it was her son calling out to her.

Zhuang Momo no longer cared about changing languages to chat with the Lord and directly stood up, planning to find the staff to help.

Such a senior man dressed like this should be recognized by someone.

However, just as she turned around, her wrist was grabbed by an old hand.

She turned around in surprise, but the hand had already been retracted.

The old man who had been silent all this time said to her in a Minnan accent, "Miss, I'm sorry. I mistook you for someone else. Can you help me up?"

Mistook for someone else?

Alright, she could believe it. It's better than blackmailing.

Zhuang Momo nodded and helped the old man up.

Because the old man was also covered in dirt, Zhuang Momo had no choice but to take him to a stone chair in the garden, "Sir, did you come alone? Where is your family? I will call them for you."

"Family?"

The Lord was stunned. Then, he smiled bitterly and said, "Apart from my old brothers, they are all dead."

Dead...

If his madam had passed away, then what about her children and grand-children?

With countless question in her brain, Zhuang Momo's heart sank.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she suddenly became sensitive and was pulled into a sad mood by an old man she had never met.

"I'm sorry to for reminding you of your sad memories. What about your old brother?" Zhuang Momo asked again, worried that the old man would leave alone.

"He..."

The Lord raised his head and looked around, unable to determine the position of the shadow guard, so he honestly replied to Momo, "I don't know."

Zhuang Momo, "..."

This...

"Then can I help you call the staff? My child is still waiting for me, so I have to leave," Zhuang Momo said politely.

"You already have a child?"

"Yeah, they look alike. Not only do they look alike, but their voices are also very similar," the Lord looked at Zhuang Momo's face in a daze and murmured.

Zhuang Momo twitched her mouth. She did not know what kind of tone to use to comfort this Lord. Just as she was hesitating about whether to call Mr. King, suddenly, a small figure rushed over and hugged her thigh tightly.

"Mommy, where did you go? I can't find you!"

"Who is this grandpa? Your eyes and nose are a bit similar!" Xu Bixi carefully looked at Lord Ye for a while and then concluded.

"Really? You also think that we have something similar, right? I think so too!" hearing Xu Bixi's words, Lord Ye was very happy and the wrinkles on his face faded a lot.

Zhuang Momo didn't know how he could tell that she was similar to an old man with gray hair, but if her son said so, then so be it.

She also had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this old gentleman. Probably, perhaps it was really because they looked alike!

"Nonsense!" Suddenly, a cold voice came again, interrupting the simple harmony.

Mr. King pulled Zhuang Momo behind him and then picked up his son with one hand.

He sized up Lord Ye from head to toe and then said with a faint smile, "What's wrong? Does Lord Ye try to blackmail now instead of recognizing daughter and son?"

Recognizing daughter and son? What the hell!

"You know him?" Zhuang Momo curiously looked at her enchanting boss. Not to mention, black suited him, especially when his aura was fully released, looking like Sovereign of the Dark Night!

"You are..." Lord Ye was very angry at Mr. King's words, but he was not irritated. Instead, he was very confused. What was with this dense killing intent? He did not seem to have offended such a good-looking young man.

"It doesn't matter who I am, but don't think about her. She won't recognize you as her godfather."

"Ah?" Zhuang Momo was dumbfounded.