Chapter 541

Zhu Xiaowei dragged her tired body back to the shared room. She was very hungry. Today, she went to work on her first day. Because she was not good at French and didn't know how to speak, it was a little difficult for her. But in order to make a living, she had to adapt herself. In fact, with her diploma major and previous working experience in IP & G, it's easy to find big companies with good pay in big cities in China.

With a bitter smile in her heart, a woman who is nearly 30 years old still chooses to leave her hometown to find a new way of life. This is really not a wise choice. This road is not easy to take.

"... hold on, hold on." Zigzag through many alleys, walking feet are sour, a deep breath, murmur to cheer for themselves.

The place where she shared her house is a bit remote. It's the old city of Paris. It's said that this city used to be the most prosperous area in Napolen's time. That's a story of a hundred years ago. The rising of new urban centers has not kept pace with the times and is gradually forgotten.

Time can make people forget everything, happiness and pain.

Zhu Xiaowei suddenly thought of something, and his eyes were sad. He lowered his eyes and continued to climb the stairs silently.

Her shared room is on the top floor, with four people sharing 120 square meters and three rooms. She and Camille are crowded in the main bedroom. Emma laughs that she is too fat and has to occupy a room by herself, while Liya often leads men back, so of course she needs some space for herself.

Although it is late autumn, the top floor of the sunset afternoon still exudes sultry heat, even touching the wall is a little hot, in order to ventilate, we have to open the window, but when the window is opened, the mosquitoes, flies, mice and ants in the dark lane can take the opportunity to run into their houses. It is said that there is a very bad smell in the dark lane in summer.

When you go out, how dare you provoke the living environment? The most important thing is that the rent here is cheap.

Zhu Xiaowei has been used to hard life since he was a child. He has no aversion to such an environment.

She looks a little confused, stepping on the heavy steps, step by step on the wooden stairs with a sense of the times, the stairs creak.

"Miss Zhu, a man came to see you today."

When the landlady heard the familiar sound of the stair board, she immediately put her head out of the window on the first floor and called out to her.

Her landlady is an 83 year old man. She lives alone, has no wife or children. She owns this five story old building and rents it in different rooms. Her income is very considerable. She doesn't communicate with the tenants very much. However, the old lady likes Zhu Xiaowei, a modest little girl from China.

People all around think that Zhu Xiaowei is very young. She is diligent and helpful. She is not afraid to suffer losses. She has seen many women of the era who show themselves in the streets of Paris. On the contrary, she thinks that women who are introverted and low-key have more connotation.

Zhu Xiaowei was stunned, "who is it?" She asked very simply, just think that the other party can find what she can do.

"That man can't speak French and can speak English, but he didn't say anything. He just said he wanted to rent a house on the top floor. Recently, a woman surnamed Zhu came from China. I guess he wanted to find you." The landlady told the truth.

"What can I do for you?" Zhu Xiaowei's worries are related to his work.

Some time ago, she and Emma joked that they wanted to open a restaurant together. Camille also said excitedly that they would make a fortune, and then they would move out of here together to live in high-end houses.

Of course, it's just a dream for them. It's not easy to open a restaurant in Paris.

First of all, they do not have enough start-up funds, otherwise they would not share in such a shabby place. But dreams still need to exist, so Emma suggested that they work in other people's restaurants first, so that they can make money and learn some restaurant experience by the way.

The job she got today was working in the kitchen behind the restaurant.

The landlady looked at her with that strange look, "... Asian looks, that man is tall and thin, with glasses, very gentle, looks like a rich man."

In an instant, Zhu Xiaowei was stunned, and a familiar Qingjun face appeared in her mind.

The landlady read countless people, at a glance saw that the man and Zhu Xiaowei must have deep friendship.

After thinking about it, I added, "... The man's face looked worried."

Zhu Xiaowei did not ask any more. After thanking the landlady in a low voice, he quickly went back to the penthouse.

"Xiao Weiwei, why did you come back so late?" As soon as Emma saw her coming back, she enthusiastically handed her a big apple.

"On the first day of work, I want to work late and get familiar with the environment as soon as possible."

"Is there a problem at work?"

Zhu Xiaowei smile, "no, the work is very smooth, thank you for introducing this job to me, the landlady is very humorous, I like this job very much."

"That's good." Emma patted her on the shoulder happily.

Camille bit the pizza and came out, vaguely saying, "Xiao Wei's personality is very popular with the boss wherever he goes to work."

Zhu Xiaowei is willing to suffer losses in his work, diligent and honest. Of course, the boss likes such employees, unlike people here who never work overtime.

Zhu Xiaowei didn't take part in their topic. She was a little tired today and wanted to take a hot bath.

But Liya rushed out of her room and stopped her, "Xiao Wei, what's the relationship between the man who came to you today and you?"

"What man?"

Emma and Camille immediately turned to look at them.

The thick eyebrows of Liya's painting were raised, showing an ambiguous smile and joking, "at noon today, a gentle Asian man came to look for Xiaowei. I saw his back from the window upstairs. He was very thin and a bit sick, but his dark blue Armani suit was a new model just coming out of the counter a few days ago, rich man."

"Be lenient if you confess!"

Emma and Camille immediately became excited. They were not allowed Zhu Xiaowei to take a bath. They had to torture him to extort a confession. "Who's that man?"

Zhu Xiaowei has a helpless smile on her face. She really doesn't want to say too much.

Liya takes the lead in speaking eagerly, "it must be the man who pursues Xiaowei."

"Could it be Henry?"

Emma guessed, "the guy told me that he was ready to tell Xiao Wei, and asked me to help him."

"How can Henry afford Armani? Besides, Henry is a real Frenchman, tall and big, with rich body hair..."

"I see," Kamil exclaimed. "Today, when I was at work, two guests asked which chef cooked the dishes today and said they wanted to meet."

Camille now works in the same restaurant with Zhu Xiaowei. Zhu Xiaowei works in the back kitchen and Camille works as a waiter.

In the afternoon, the top floor was sultry. Emma and her friends were talking about who the man in Armani was.

"The other party didn't leave a name, I didn't see him, and I didn't know who it was." Zhu Xiaowei very standard answer, this is not a lie, she just don't let yourself guess.

And it's not necessarily him.

He is clearly in China, and she has never disclosed any information about her current residence to her relatives and friends in China, including Qiao bao'er. She should not be someone she knew before.

Moreover, he clearly received the divorce agreement she sent, and he signed it. It doesn't matter. He can't come all the way to find her.

That night, Zhu Xiaowei was very worried. He ate a plate of tomato macaroni casually and lay back in bed.

Until the next morning, we found that she was not in a good spirit, but also with two panda eyes. We asked her if she had any difficulties in her life.

Zhu Xiaowei sighed in his heart and was embarrassed to speak up.

After thinking about it, I feel silly, for a guess, and insomnia. Mingming convinced himself to let go of the past, but it's not easy to let go.

Mood can be irritable, work is still the same, to rush to work.

Stepping on the creaking stair board, I was in a hurry to go downstairs.

"... Zhu Xiaowei, I love you!"

Henry stood at the entrance of their rental building, holding a guitar in his left hand and a bunch of red roses in his right. He said in a shameless voice, "since the first time I saw you, my heart has not belonged to me. God told me that you are the one I have to wait for. I love you at first sight. I can't forget my beautiful girl. Please accept my love..."

Zhu Xiaowei was stunned.

And passers-by and neighbors of the same building applauded enthusiastically.

This is French romance.

The romance of bullshit!

At this time, Pei Haoran, who was standing at the corner of the old building, glared at the big bunch of roses. He thought it was very eye-catching. He had just been divorced for less than a month, and he had a yellow boy chasing his ex-wife so blatantly.