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Chapter 8 Who is pretending?

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    "Where has he ever eaten this? The most he has eaten in his life is simple meals. Look at Yun Shu, he has lost weight."

    Actually, Zhao Fangxiong doesn¡¯t like eating Western food very much. He just felt it was necessary to express himself, so he chose this place.

    Most people don¡¯t know how to order when they come here.

    At this time, he can calmly take the menu, order a few dishes elegantly, and talk about the Western culture he learned about on Baidu, thereby impressing the other party.

    ¡° He even learned a few simple French sentences on purpose. In order to catch a beautiful woman like Sylvia Lin, he spent some effort.

    Zhao Fangxiong greeted a French waitress in French.

    Henry Zhang thought Zhao Fangxiong knew French, but unexpectedly, when ordering, he changed to Mandarin.

    Sylvia Lin smiled and said, "Mr. Zhao, I didn't expect you to speak French."

    "It's average, just a rough knowledge, not great." Zhao Fangxiong felt a little proud. As expected, coming to such a high-end place can indeed win the favor of women.

    "Fang Xiong is so humble. From the first glance, you look like the kind of person who frequents celebrity places. You must have passed CET-4 or CET-6 in French." Liu Caixia said with a smile.

    Henry Zhang almost laughed out loud. He had never heard that there are levels 4 and 6 in French. Liu Caixia spared no effort to praise Zhao Fangxiong.

    "Mother-in-law, I think Mr. Zhao's French is average, his sentences are not fluent, and his level is about the same as that of a three-year-old child."

    When hearing what Xiao Yang said, everyone was stunned. Zhao Fangxiong showed a disdainful look: "From Mr. Xiao's tone, it seems that he has a deep knowledge of French?"

    Henry Zhang nodded, ¡°Well, he¡¯s much better than you.¡±

    Liu Caixia suddenly felt dissatisfied and said sarcastically: "Henry Zhang, you've had enough, right? You still know French? You're a housewife, you only learned a few words on TV, and you think you're superior.  , A Yakuza is a Yakuza and cannot be put on the stage."

    Sylvia Lin felt a little unhappy. She originally called Henry Zhang to show that she had a husband and let him retreat in spite of the difficulties, but now it¡¯s better. The whole family is on Zhao Fangxiong¡¯s side, which isolates Henry Zhang.

    "Mom, don't say that."

    "Okay, let's order food."

    Zhao Fangxiong didn¡¯t want to be seen as a petty person, so after ordering a few dishes, he ordered two bottles of Roman¨¦e-Conti red wine.

    Next, Zhao Fangxiong helped Liu Caixia and Ye Wan'er order food.

    "Yunshu, what do you want to eat?"

    ¡°Whatever.¡± Sylvia Lin said lightly.

    "Mr. Xiao, I don't know your taste, you should order it yourself."

    As he spoke, he handed the menu to Henry Zhang. He was already feeling proud. In his opinion, Henry Zhang must have never had a formal French meal, and he didn¡¯t even know how to order.

    Xiao Yang glanced at the French waiter girl, and said with a smooth French: "Beautiful lady, I want a Parisian cabbage, foie gras, fried fresh shells, and Ma Yulan salmon roll."

    The French waiter¡¯s eyes shone and he said in disbelief: ¡°Sir, youyou speak French? Your French is very fluent, it¡¯s a pure Parisian accent.¡±

    After all, few Chinese people here can speak French, especially since Henry Zhang is so fluent in French.

    Sylvia Lin¡¯s face was also dull. Henry Zhang could actually speak French?  And so skillful and fluent?

    Even Liu Caixia and Ye Xiaowan were stunned.

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    Henry Zhang¡¯s tone was calm, as if he was chatting about family matters, and he chatted with the French waitress.

    Zhao Fangxiong was completely confused, looking at Henry Zhang and the French waitress stupidly, as if listening to the birdsong.

    What¡¯s going on, this loser can actually speak French?

    At first, he suspected that Henry Zhang was talking nonsense, but seeing the French waitress¡¯s excited expression, it seemed that Henry Zhang was not talking nonsense at all, and she spoke very fluently.

    Sylvia Lin¡¯s pretty face was a little moved. She didn¡¯t expect that Henry Zhang was just a slovenly housewife on weekdays, but this guy actually had real talent and learning.

    "Ah! You are so good that you can actually tell. Yes, my hometown is indeed in the province of Calvados."

    The French waitress¡¯s little face flushed with excitement and she said kindly: ¡°Mr.?Have you ever been to Calvados?  "

    ¡°I¡¯ve been there once. The village on the wet plain is known as a very beautiful place.¡±

    Henry Zhang speaks fluent French, coupled with his polite and gentlemanly attitude, the little French girl is almost fascinated by him.

    In fact, Henry Zhang can not only speak French, but also the languages ????of other countries. After all, he went abroad when he was ten years old, traveled around the world, and established the Dragon King Palace.

    Language is just a means of communication for him.

    The little girl came forward and whispered in Henry Zhang¡¯s ear: ¡°Sir, you are really the most gentlemanly Chinese person I have ever seen. Can you tell me your mobile phone number?¡±

    French women are romantic and passionate, and the purpose of asking for a mobile phone number is self-evident.

    Henry Zhang smiled and refused, saying in Mandarin: "I'm sorry, I already have a wife."

    The little French girl looked at Sylvia Lin next to her with an envious expression.

    At this moment, Sylvia Lin¡¯s impression of Henry Zhang changed. Anyway, this man finally had something he could do.

    But to be honest, it seems that she has never taken the initiative to get to know this man since they met him.

    Sylvia Lin couldn¡¯t help but wonder if he had something to hide from him. Thinking that his grandfather must let her marry this man, Sylvia began to doubt it.

    Zhao Fangxiong remained calm, pretending to understand, and nodded from time to time. He was beating a drum in his heart, didn't he say that Sylvia Lin's husband was a good-for-nothing loser? When we saw him today, it was different from the rumors.

    At this moment, Liu Caixia said contemptuously, "Tsk, what's wrong with knowing French? It seems so great. If I don't do anything and stay at home all day, I can learn a few foreign languages. Fang Xiong is a busy man.  You won¡¯t put your mind on this, right?¡±

    "Mr. Zhao, don't you have something to say to Yun Shu? We are all witnesses, so hurry up and say it." Ye Xiaowan coaxed.

    Zhao Fangxiong also thought this was a good time and smiled:

    "Yun Shu, although I have been divorced, it is precisely because of this that I cherish my relationship more. An unhappy marriage will never last long. I feel that I have the right to pursue you."

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