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Chapter 139: 139: The Wedding Ring (1)

He was holding oranges in his hand, which he didn’t secure properly, so the oranges rolled onto the ground. Wang Zisu, who had just gotten out of the car behind him, also saw this scene and immediately sprinted over at a

hundred-meter dash pace, “Sister Siyu!’

Upon a closer look, Xia Siyu and the foreign man were giving cheek kisses, where they embraced and touched each other’s cheeks left and right. This was a normal social greeting in foreign countries, especially in the famously romantic Italy, where it was even more common.

Atter the oranges rolled away, the staff nearby helped to pick them up one by one. Bo Yan looked down and saw a big, round orange at his feet, which he lightly kicked over, and it rolled with a rumble, coming to a stop right beside

Xia Siyu’s feet with a light tap.

Xia Siyu indeed first noticed the orange, then followed it to see Bo Yan standing at a distance, looking a bit puzzled.

Then, there was Wang Zisu, who took a couple of steps forward and started boasting, “l succeeded in rock climbing!’

“That’s great.” Xia Siyu said with a smile as she ruffled his hair.

Next was Bo Yan, who spoke dispassionately, holding up the torn plastic bag as evidence, “The bag tore.” Then he walked over leisurely, glancing at the little truck next to the foreign man. Although he didn’t understand Italian, he recognized the animal logo on the truck, guessing it belonged to a delivery driver.

“Are you the delivery boss?” He didn’t speak Italian, but his English was perfectly fine, and most young Europeans could speak English.

As expected, as soon as he spoke, the foreign man smiled and nodded, replying in English, “Yes, I am.”

Bo Yan didn’t say much else, his gaze still falling on the arm with which the man had embraced Xia Siyu. Then he reached out his hand, meaning to shake hands, “Hello, my name is Yan, nice to meet you.”

The foreign man also withdrew the arm he had used to hug and shook hands with him, “Hello, my name is Pietro. Also a friend of Charlotte.”

Charlotte was Xia Siyu’s English name.

When Xia Siyu went to buy groceries today, she had already asked the stall owner to order chicken feet and given him the address, to be delivered personally by the local farm owner.

Little did she know that Pietro would be the one to come.

Since an acquaintance had arrived, the production team actually invited him in for a cup of green tea. He introduced himself to everyone with a smile, saying he was born and raised in Sicily, and the furthest he had ever been was to Rome with a few classmates after graduating high school. When he grew up, he also inherited his father’s farm in Sicily. He proudly said that more than half the chickens and ducks in the market here came from his farm.

The guests next to him were all astonished, and Wang Zisu even asked, “Then how do you know Sister Siyu, is it because she came over for a magazine shoot or something?”

Pietro shook his head, “No, she was my neighbor, but she moved away a long time ago.” Neighbor!

Not only the guests, but also the production team and the viewers watching the live broadcast were shocked. Wang Zisu asked, “Didn’t you say you’ve always been in Italy and have never been abroad?” Pietro nodded, “Yes, that’s right.”

So, does that mean Xia Siyu really lived in Italy?