Chapter 41: The Prince Turns into a Frog

  Ning Meng thought she wasn't the kind of woman who was particularly nosy, but for some reason, she couldn't help being curious about Guan Xian's beautiful "girlfriend".

  The Smiths had already booked their flight home that day, and Ningmeng followed Guanzheng to send them off at the hotel entrance.

  "Miss Ning, I look forward to seeing you again next time. Maybe in France, you can come with Mr. Guan... I will definitely entertain you well and invite you to drink the best wine from our vineyard." Jacqueline hugged her and enthusiastically extended an invitation.

  Hmph, still traveling around France. The boss in front of me, who is smiling so elegantly and freely, is actually a complete cheapskate, not even planning to pay the extra bonus for working overtime on weekends.

  Ning Meng was thinking of how to tactfully decline, but Guan Xuan picked up the conversation, "I believe that in the near future, perhaps when the grapes are ripe, we will go visit you."

  Diplomatic immunity, indeed a mastermind. The car made a turn and disappeared from sight.

  Ning Meng was making various funny faces at his side profile, and was having a great time when Guan Xuan seemed to have grown eyes on the back of his head. He suddenly turned around, startling her, just as a car came speeding by. Her foot slipped and she fell backwards in a rather elegant pose.

  "Ah……” She waved her hands and feet, grabbed an arm as a lifeline, and finally stabilized her body. When she looked up, she bumped into a pair of bright black eyes. She stared at him blankly, as if her soul was captured, and didn't know how to react.

  Her breath was within inches, and her heart was beating erratically. Lately, this inexplicable heart rate disorder had been happening frequently, as if her own heart was moving on its own. She was perplexed. This uncontrollable feeling made her start to feel afraid.

  She comforted herself that good things are appreciated by everyone, and she was no exception.

  In a daze, Guan Xian had already composed herself and gently let her go. Turning around, she tossed out a sentence, "Hurry up, with legs that short, you're lucky to have even put on high heels, at least try to be a bit more spirited, don't embarrass yourself outside."

  The fantasy soap bubble burst suddenly. Ning Meng blackened his small face and stomped his feet fiercely at the shadow moving continuously on the ground.