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For the place where Song Mian wants to take her, Yun thinks very much about it and believes in Song Mian's taste.

But Yun thought that she had to take a plane. She was hugged from the bed by Song Mian when she was sleepy.

"Huh? What?" Yun Xiang's voice was a little vague.

Song Mian directly wrapped her in a big down jacket: "Do nothing and go to sleep."

Yun thinks that it is really sleepy, and at this time in the morning when she was sleeping soundly, she directly yawned and continued to sleep.

She was hugged by Song Mian and left their residence. Song Mian's footsteps were very stable, and there was a slight bump. Instead, she seemed to be in the cradle, so when Song Mian carried her into the car, Yun thought she fell asleep again. Started.

As for when she got on the plane, she had no consciousness. When she woke up in the morning, she was in a strange room.

There were traces of sleeping next to it, but no one was visible.

The warm sunlight had been shining through the balcony window. The floor under the bed was covered with soft plush carpet. Yun thought that it was barefoot on the ground. She walked to the closet and opened it habitually. New place.

However, the wardrobe was full of clothes, and none of them belonged to her. Yun thought that before closing, Song Mian came in and stood at the door: "The clothes in the wardrobe are all your size. I will prepare it for you. Yes, you choose at random, it is minus 3° today.

After he finished talking, he smiled at Yun Xiang and turned away. Yun Xiang hadn't had time to speak, so he could only choose carefully.

Everything is in place from the inside, all are new and have been washed and incense.

Yun Xianxiang grabbed a sky-blue waist-knit dress, wearing a shirt-collar warm clothing, wearing a warm skinny body stockings, and took a same-color knitted crochet hat on his head.

Youthful, sweet, delicate and energetic.

Dressed properly, Yun thought about washing again and taking a look at the pattern in the house.

This is a special wooden house with a natural smell. The two-story house is not particularly large.

When she went downstairs, she saw Song Yao and Song Qian. Did she miss Coco and Zhou Jie?

"I asked the two of them, and they couldn't say anything." Song Qian saw Yun think about going downstairs and searching for a look, and then took the initiative to explain.

Yun thought and nodded. They were embarrassed and second, they didn't want to be too upset.

Cocoa is still a mansion. Zhou Jie's all-day interest is in the research of makeup and cosmetics.

"They lived there, and someone took care of them for three meals in the past two days." Song Qian added.

"Well." Yun thought about it and ran happily towards Song Mian.

Song Mian is calling on the balcony, and when Yun thinks about it, he just cut off the phone.

Yun thinks about him and turns around: "Am I pretty?"

"Good-looking." It is this kind of dress that looks tender and tender at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and he feels a bit distant from him.

"I also think it's pretty." Yun thinks that Song Mian likes to be said to be pretty.

Song Mian took her hand and took her to breakfast, with the kind of rum-soaked fruit cake she liked most.

"Have you done it?" Yun asked, thinking about picking up a small cake.

"You like it so much, I certainly need to, so that you can eat it at any time." Song Mian admitted.

Yun thinks that her eyebrows are bent and she takes a bite to taste, which is almost the same taste as the side sleeves. It should be to take into account her taste. The sweetness is slightly increased, and it is very moderate, which is her favorite level.

After satisfactorily eating breakfast, Song Mian took Yun to think about going for a walk.

This is a small town in the Alps. The town is really beautiful, but it is not a tourist destination.

Because there is nothing but beautiful scenery, no entertainment facilities, no large shopping malls...

It is precisely because of this that Yun thinks about being able to hold hands with Song Mian unscrupulously, greet the morning light, and stroll on the path.

It was only February. At a glance, it was full of emerald colors, green grass, and lush foliage.

The river here is crystal clear, the residents' houses are built along the river, and during the crossing of the spacious and flat road.

The house is scattered, backed by the majestic and magnificent mountains, setting off the idyllic pastures.

"It's really beautiful here, I think walking around here, my whole person is brisk." Yun thinks relaxed and happy.

"Specially take you to feel the tranquility and tranquility here."

Song Mian has done planning, Yun thinks that this time is too tired, and it is not suitable to go to play places that consume physical strength. You should go to some leisurely places where people can calm down and settle down, so that they can wash away the fatigue. .

When you leave here, the spirit will rejuvenate.

The further forward, Yun thinks that she likes it more. Cows and sheep are eating grass leisurely in the mountains, and Baiyun floats comfortably on the mountainside.

There is no trace of noise and hustle and bustle, the silence is like a painting.

Just doing nothing, quietly stepping on a road where vehicles are rarely seen, the tranquility from the heart is also inexplicably satisfying.

There are a lot of rest seats by the road, like a park, you can rest at any time.

Walking around, Yun thinks about seeing a white church surrounded by small bridges and flowing water, surrounded by green hillsides and rolling peaks, and surrounded by blue sky and white snow, which can be fascinating just by a glance.

Yun thinks of a person who doesn't like taking pictures, and can't help but take out his phone and take several photos at different angles.

Finally, when he walked up to the bridge, he said to Song Mian: "Please take a picture for me. It's so beautiful here. I will take it back to commemorate it."

Song Mian took out his mobile phone, adjusted it to the best angle and light, and took several pictures for Yun Xiang.

There is a painting outside the church, and the painting is also the church. Yun thinks about urging before the painting: "This painting is really like it, why is it put here?"

"The author of this painting is a young painter who rushed here thousands of miles away. He died shortly after the painting was completed. To commemorate him, the painting stayed here forever." Song Mianwei explained After that, he took Yun to think about approaching the church.

Stop outside and ask Yun to think: "Do you prefer a Chinese wedding or a Western wedding?"

"Chinese style." The cheerful Yun thought about the instinctive answer. After the answer was over, he responded. He could not help glancing at him, and went forward, "What do you want to do so far? We are still married early."

"It's not too early, you will be nineteen, and I can wait a year to marry you home. It is time to prepare now." Song Mian said naturally.

"Mr. Song, wait for your marriage proposal to succeed, after my parents' level, and think about it too late." Yun Xiang thought a smirk at him.

"Well, we should propose first."