Monroe stood up straight, fastened his suit buttons, and looked at himself in a perfect state in the reflection of the window, and he made up his mind.

Go forward and say hello politely.

Perhaps, you can also get the opportunity to have dinner together.

It was a romantic encounter, wasn't it?

Monroe walked forward and stood beside the girl.

The girl raised her head, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Monroe is elegant and introduces himself in French, and appears to be without malice.

The girl was still confused and nodded, raising her head to leave.

Monroe immediately changed to English, "Can you understand English, right?"

The girl was relieved and replied in fluent English, "Yes, I can."

"Do you like this painting very much? I see you, standing in front of this painting for a long time." Cut from the other party's interest and quietly pulled the distance.

"Well, a very good painting, full of vitality, I like the feeling of vitality." The girl curled her lips and smiled, her eyes fell on the sunflower again.

"Then do you want to know the author of this painting?" Monroe was tempted.

"It's you?" the girl was surprised.

Monroe shook his head, "Not me, but I know the people who painted this painting, and we are very familiar with it."

"Oh, that's great." The girl nodded, and took a step and didn't seem interested.

Monroe followed up, "The person who painted this painting is my brother. He is a genius, an all-round genius. He is very outstanding no matter what he does. He is just too casual and is willing to do what he likes. He throws it away when he is not interested. He can never stick to one thing to the end. This is different from me. I am more persistent and more stubborn. For example, I really want to know you, the beautiful Oriental girl, I am Monroe, I am not a bad person."

His hand was placed in front of the girl.

The tall body will block the way out.

His smile was very sincere.

There is a firmness in my eyes that cannot be refused.

The girl sighed, "Mr. Monroe, I'm going to meet with my companions."

"What's your name?" Monroe chuckled gently.

"Luo Huan." The girl raised her hand and asked him to look at the ring on her ring finger. "I am married, Mr. Monroe, and my husband is still waiting for me nearby."

Monroe's expression showed a slight gloom. Is he already married at such a young age?

He had no choice but to move away and watch the girl disappear at the corner in her slow pace.

Two hours later, there are less than fifteen minutes left before the Louvre is closed.

Monroe accidentally walked back to the sunflower near the sunflower and saw the figure of the girl in black again.

She still maintained her previous posture, looked at the painting and was revealed.

There was no man by her side, nor did she see any companions.

It seems to be just a person.

The previous words should be excuses.

Monroe walked forward and smiled gently, "Luo Huan, we have met again, it's an old place again, it's really a fate."

Luo Huan raised his eyes and saw that it was him, "You haven't left yet?"

"Didn't you leave?" Monroe stood side by side with her, looking at the big golden flowers on the wall, "You really like this painting."

"I like all the vibrant and beautiful existences." Luo Huan narrowed his eyes.
Chapter completed!