Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

She lives in the youth hostel of ‘I’m here.’ Since this foreigner is looking for ‘I’m here,' she just wants to go back, so just take him back.

"Follow you? So, do you know where the small hotel in the photo is? This small hotel really exists?"

A bright smile appeared on the face of the handsome foreign man.

"After so many years, I thought this small hotel was gone long ago, it was still there."

Regardless of whether Luo Yangyang is listening or not, the handsome foreign guy just kept talking on the sidelines.

After the handsome foreign guy talked endlessly for a few minutes, he looked at Luo Yangyang, who had been silent for a while, suddenly remembered something, and said quickly:

"I forgot, I don't seem to have introduced myself!"

"Hello, my name is Luo Ye." The handsome foreign guy stopped suddenly and stretched out his right hand towards Luo Yangyang in a serious manner.

The sky was still drizzling, Luo Yangyang also stopped, but she looked at a serious foreign man and his right hand extended.

With an umbrella in her left hand and a mobile phone and handbag in her right hand, she has no more hands to shake hands with him.

The handsome foreign guy waited for several seconds, and he thought Luo Yangyang was unwilling to shake hands with him.

He looked at his hand soaked by the rain and quickly took it back, still with a bright smile on his face, and said empathetically:

"My hands are a little wet, so I still don't shake hands."

The classical beauty in front of me must think he is too reckless, will he leave a bad impression on him?

"You said your name is Luo Ye?" Luo Yangyang looked at the handsome foreign man with a bright smile, and a trace of doubt appeared in his heart.

I don't know if she misheard the pronunciation or something, she thinks Luo Ye that the foreigner said should be a Chinese name.

"Yes, Luo Ye, Luo Ye is my Chinese name." The handsome foreign guy's smile got even bigger.

"Which Luo and which night?" Luo Yangyang continued to ask.

She suddenly felt that the Luo mentioned by the other party was probably the same Luo with her last name.

"Luoyang of Luoyang, Yeweiyang's Ye. This is the Chinese name my uncle gave me. Isn't it nice? I like it very much!"

As Luo Ye talked, the more he talked, the happier he was.

Luo Yangyang's hand holding the oil-paper umbrella suddenly tightened, looking at the strange foreign handsome man in front of her, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in her heart.

When she was young, she asked her mother why she was named Yangyang.

The mother's answer at the time seemed to say, Ye Weiyang, Yang Yang, it sounds nice.

This foreigner who ran out suddenly and stopped in front of her got the same Chinese name as her and the surname was Luo, and the name was Ye Weiyang's night.

With the same surname Luo, one is Ye Weiyang’s Ye, and the other is Ye Weiyang’s Yang. Is this a coincidence?

In shock, Luo Yangyang ignored it again, and the handsome foreign guy named Luo Ye in front of him walked forward.

Luo Ye looked at Luo Yangyang who was quiet and didn't talk much at all.

He didn't feel that the other party was impolite at all. He looked at Luo Yangyang's back walking forward step by step, and when the bright smile at the corner of his mouth slowly closed, he looked at the green eyes of Luo Yangyang's back and became more and more fascinated. stand up.

"Uncle is right, the oriental women in Jiangnan Ancient Town are so mysterious and beautiful!"

Luo Ye looked at Luo Yangyang's back and murmured to herself in fascination, before he lifted his steps to chase Luo Yangyang.