Chapter 170 A Thousand Gold for a Smile
I immediately felt deflated. "My brain isn't sharp enough to get in. I can't get into University A because my grades weren't good enough, so I made up for it with my art."
"So has your brain opened up now?" He continued to tease me.
I was so angry that I just buried my head in my food and ignored him.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. My assistant Yang Hao is the only one who knows our itinerary. He arranged all the hotels, air tickets, and local guides for the entire trip.
Of course, it is not ruled out that he handed it over to someone from a travel agency. I did not ask him to keep the itinerary confidential, so he would not deliberately avoid people.
It's not difficult to find out my itinerary if you spend some time to find out."
Sure enough, in my opinion, the investigation should end here.
Well, it is still right to study fashion. Although the brain is not enough, at least the aesthetic taste is still there.
"Eat more for breakfast. You'll have more energy if you're full." His voice was mellow, and he looked as elegant as ever holding the knife and fork. When his deep eyes looked at me, my heart started beating wildly, and the deer in my heart was almost beaten to a pulp.
I almost blurted out, "I'm going out to play today and not going back to the room."
He was stunned for a moment, then couldn't stop laughing. "The use of your 'strength' is a bit narrow, but I don't mind."
As he spoke, he squinted his eyes and leaned closer, saying in a bewitching tone: "If you like it, it means I did a good job. This is the best compliment for a man."
I blushed, but you can't blame me for thinking in the wrong way. It was really because he stuffed so much colorful garbage into my head. From theory to practice, the all-round experience was so deeply rooted in my heart.
I coughed strategically and pretended to be calm, "Now that we're full, where are we going next?"
"Dam Square, let me show you the Royal Palace of the Netherlands."
He put on a serious face for a second, and the old driver just now seamlessly switched to the abstinent president.
It’s not far from the hotel to Dam Square, and we walked there hand in hand.
The most common means of transportation on the streets of Amsterdam is bicycles. Bicycles can be seen riding on the streets and parked on the roadside.
We walked and chatted. "Bicycles are the main means of transportation here, with almost one per person. They're also the easiest to steal, with tens of thousands of thefts a year. Some say if you stand on the street and yell, 'Hey, that's mine,' you're guaranteed to get a dozen people off their bikes and run."
I doubled over with laughter, blinked my eyes and said, "Should we try it?"
"You speak Dutch?" He glanced at me sideways.
My face fell, "No."
A wicked smile played at the corners of his lips, and suddenly, without warning, he shouted to the stream of cyclists in front of him: "The motor waar je op rijdt is van een vriend van me."
Before I could react to what he was saying, I saw a few young men on bicycles in front of me abandon their bikes and run away.
Holy shit, I didn't expect him to be so crazy. I laughed out loud: "Oh my God, you really did that? You're such a lunatic."
He picked me up and spun me around. "In ancient times, people would pay a fortune to make a beautiful woman smile. I can make you smile just by shouting. I'm making a killing."
I hugged his neck and laughed loudly, "That's something only a licentious and incompetent ruler would do."
He raised his eyebrows and whispered in my ear, "I can be quite promiscuous, too. If you like, I don't mind letting you experience a 'happy life' where you can't close your legs or get out of bed."
He is really an experienced driver who is always ready to drive. I suspect he is the reincarnation of a fox spirit. How can he be so good at flirting?
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