William was a person with a strong and stubborn personality. He took her immediately after he said so.
All meetings, postponed;
All colloquium, postponed;
It was daytime when he arrived in Italy. The weather was mild and not particularly cold.
Alice was wearing a purple windbreaker and sunglasses as she descended from the plane. Her long hair was disheveled from the wind.
"Are we really in Italy?"
Alice still found it hard to believe even when she stood on the ground.
She actually arrived in Italy so casually.
William firmly held her from behind.
Her presence made the sky all the clearer.
"Hmm." Alice nodded and said, "I will call Mother and have her send someone to pick us up."
This time, they only brought a few bodyguards with them.
Even Kathy was left at home.
It was like a hasty trip.
"No need."
William raised his hand and snapped his fingers in the air.
Immediately after, they saw the Rolls Royce come to a stop in front of them, and the chauffeurs in uniform alighted from the car and bowed respectfully, "Mr. William, Miss Alice."
"Did you call a taxi?"
Alice was stunned.
"What taxi? It's mine." William became more and more like Alice's sibling, always hugging her.
"You have your own car in Italy?"
Alice looked at him in shock.
"Is it very strange?"
William shot her a glance.
"Strange." Alice nodded honestly.
"I'm rich! Go! " William embraced her and walked forward.
Alice looked up at the clear sky, "Although I've stayed in Italy for three months, I've never gone out to have fun."
"Then I'll play with you!"
William held her face in his hands, kissed her on her forehead, and then left with her.
In Alice's eyes, Italy was a very romantic ancient European country, because there was the painter she worshipped the most, and the most beautiful building in her eyes.
Last time, if it wasn't for her health and mood, she would have explored this country.
As if knowing that she had such thoughts, William brought her to stroll around the city. The buildings here were completely different.
William picked up a camera from somewhere and acted as her photographer.
Car, street, Wishing Pool, and other places, Alice would occasionally hear the sound of the shutter, and when she turned her head, there was another.
She felt like she was on vacation.
In this street, Alice felt extremely relaxed. She and William were like a normal couple walking about here together.
"Oh, beautiful Miss."
The shopkeeper passed her a rose in praise as he made Ice cream for her.
Originally, this was just a method to attract customers.
But the end was William smashing the Ice cream that was as high as 30 centimeters into the owner's face.
William did not mind, Alice grabbed him and ran.
If it wasn't for the local driver behind them to apologize on their behalf, Alice thought, they wouldn't be able to travel to so many places today.
"Why running?"
William looked at her in dissatisfaction.
"You don't understand, you will be chopped to death." Alice laughed as she spoke, grabbing his hand to stand at the place where the sunlight shone the brightest, "Moreover, I feel that this feeling of escaping is quite good, it's especially romantic."
This time, it was William who speechlessly glared at her. In the next second, he pulled her and ran frantically.
Alice ran forward frantically while gasping for breath. This kind of running seemed to be able to release all the negative emotions in a person's mind.
"William, balloon."
Alice pointed at the balloons in the hands of a clown in the plaza, and saw that those balloons were extremely colorful.
William glanced at him, a look of awkwardness swept past his eyes. Alice looked at him with anticipation.
There was a rebellious feeling in her bones.
"No!"
William flatly refused.
"I think it's romantic, William." Alice's eyes were full of hope.
"..." He looked at her.
"..." She looked at him.
"I really don't know how you became a good girl!"
William gave her a few glaring before he compromised and then pulled her along to run.
Alice followed him, running all over the place.
The plaza in the afternoon was not crowded, and people roamed the streets.
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